My mom and I [6-9]

Me and My Mom (True Incest Season 6)

"I'm not fucking staying, or you're going to kill me." I threw the phone away violently, and it shattered into pieces after a brief, intimate encounter with the wall. This was the first time I'd spoken to my dad in this tone, but I never imagined it would be the last. I only have two weeks left before I'm discharged, and he insists I stay in the army. Do you think I can stay? It's ridiculous.

I don't know what he's thinking. He keeps saying he wants me to be a career soldier, that he'll use his connections to get me into military academy—screw that! Anyway, I've already decided to go home after my discharge.

Three days until my recovery. These past few days have been quite comfortable; I haven't had to do anything, just wait to go home. After lunch, I went back to my dorm, ready for a nice nap. I had just taken off my clothes and crawled into bed when the communications officer knocked on the door, saying the station chief wanted to see me. I immediately thought, "Oh no, my dad must have done something stupid again ." I was so angry that I ran to the station chief's office without even getting dressed properly.

"Reporting," I knocked .

"Come in."

"Mom, what brings you here?" When I entered, the first thing I saw was my mother. I was slightly surprised, but then my heart settled back into my chest. Since Mom was here, my recovery must be fine.

"Mom came to pick you up," Mom said, winking at me.

"Yay!" I was overjoyed.

“Jun Can, your mother, that capable woman, has already spoken to the higher-ups. Political Commissar Lu from the base called and said I can let you go home early.” The station chief said, standing up from his seat. “Why couldn’t you listen to your father? It would have been so much better to stay in the army for a couple more years.”

“Hehe, two years of training in the army is enough for me. I can’t stand staying any longer.” I scratched my head and said with a silly grin.

“Okay, go back and pack your things, and go with your mother.”

“Thank you, Station Chief.” So I ran out of the station chief’s office at lightning speed and went back to the dormitory to pack my things.

I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to my comrades whom I had spent a year and a half with. I was already sitting in my mother’s car.

“Son…” My mother lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

“What’s wrong?” I sensed that something was wrong

. “Never mind, it’s nothing.” My mother was about to start the car but stopped again. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your friends?”

“No, goodbyes are too sad.” I gestured for her to drive, because I’m a sentimental person. A tearful farewell is not as good as a quiet departure.

Mom didn't say anything, started the car, and as it started moving, I glanced back at the place I'd lived in for a year and a half, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside me.

"Mom, what were you trying to say?" I don't like sad things, so I tried my best to steer the conversation away from that.

"Nothing."

"You must have something on your mind, Mom." I know her too well.

Mom didn't answer, but turned to look at me.

"I...I'm divorced from your dad."

"What?" I couldn't quite believe her.

"Just the day before yesterday." Mom gave a bitter smile.

"For me?" Thinking back, it's kind of funny how she said that

. "Silly child." Mom took a deep drag on her cigarette, then tossed the butt out the window.

"Good riddance, hahaha." I burst out laughing, genuinely happy, truly happy from the bottom of my heart. It felt like a thousand-pound boulder I'd carried for ten thousand years had vanished the moment she said those words. It was a feeling of utter relief.

"Hmm?" Mom didn't expect my reaction.

"Aren't you sad at all?" she asked.

"To be honest, I'm really not sad at all; to be a lie, I'm only a little sad, after all, he brought me into this world." This was my true feeling; I really didn't feel sad at all. On the contrary, I was overjoyed.

"Mom, why did you divorce him?" Actually, I knew in my heart that it couldn't be entirely for my sake.

“It’s nothing, actually your father and I don’t have much of a relationship anymore…”

“He’s not my father anymore.” I interrupted her.

“He told me he wanted you to stay in the army, to find a way for you to become an officer, a career soldier. I disagreed because I knew you wouldn’t want that either, but he…” At this point, Mom started crying.

“Mom…”

“I said I disagreed, I said you’re grown up, I have to ask for your opinion, but he… he said he would make the decision, you have to stay in the army…” Mom wiped her tears with a tissue. “Later, Mom got anxious too. I told him I didn’t want my son to suffer anymore. He’s incompetent, just a lowly policeman his whole life. I don’t want my child to be like him. But when I said that… sob sob sob…” She couldn’t continue. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and kept wiping away her tears.

"What's wrong, Mom? Tell me..."

"N-nothing..." Mom wiped away her tears and was about to continue driving when

she yelled, "Damn it, did he hit you?"

"No...no..."

"I'll kill him..." I panicked too. In my memory, my dad had only ever hit me, never my mom...

"Alright, son. Stop it. Mom's fine, isn't she? Besides, we're divorced. Your dad is very self-aware; he knows you can't stay with him, and you're all grown up now, you have the right to choose. So now we're both free."

"Really?" Although I didn't know exactly how their divorce happened, and I wasn't there, I still know a bit about the law. A child my age can't be forcibly assigned to someone by the court.

"Yeah."

"Mom, I love you so much!" I hugged her and showered her with kisses.

"Silly boy, stop it." Mom smiled through her tears.

"He really is self-aware." I shook my head, grinning, and said, "I'm not crazy, I'm just happy."

"Do you like it here?" Mom changed the subject.

"Where?" I was a little confused.

"This city."

"It's alright, better than home." I was telling the truth; this city was much better than my hometown.

"Shall we stay here, son?" Mom stopped the car for the second time, turned to look at me, and I couldn't describe the look in her eyes. It contained so many complex emotions—the tenderness of a mother's love, and the ambiguity between lovers. Maybe I was just imagining things. Anyway, I looked at her too, not for any other reason than I was stunned when I heard her say that.

"Mom is serious."

"Okay, okay." Actually, I had imagined similar scenarios countless times, even dreamed about them. In a new city, it was just me and Mom, nobody knew us, we could walk hand in hand down the street like lovers, and when I kissed her in front of everyone, she would gently pat me and say, "You're so naughty." We should have our own house, and even have a child of our own. How wonderful that would be! And now, that dream might be about to come true.

"But..." I suddenly remembered that my mother had spent half her life building up the restaurant at home. If I just wanted to do whatever made me comfortable, that would be too selfish.

My mother stroked my head. "Silly child, Mom has already sold the restaurant. Your father left with nothing, he didn't ask for anything. We have enough money to buy a house in this city and start a new life." She knew what I wanted to say as soon as I opened my mouth; truly, no one knows a child better than their mother.

"Yay!" If we weren't in the car, I would have jumped up. I was so happy, the feeling was better than winning the lottery.

Actually, my mother's family is very wealthy. My mother is the third child in her family; my maternal grandmother's family has five children, and they are mostly in business. Compared to them, my mother is just a drop in the ocean. I know that no matter what my mother wants to do, as long as I'm by her side, it's fine. Maybe it's because I'm so dependent on her, even after two years in the army, my dependence on her hasn't decreased, but rather increased.

My mother and I spent the whole night entwined on that soft, comfortable bed in the hotel. Well, to say the whole night, we only made love once; the rest of the time we chatted, talking entirely about the future.

"Sir, Madam, are you buying this house for your wedding?" Three days later, my mother, arm in arm with me, walked into the sales office of a real estate development called Yixinyuan. The saleswoman asked with a smile.

"Yes," my mother replied with a smile.

After the saleswoman's introduction, my mother and I felt that their house was quite nice, with a good location and a decent layout, but the price was shockingly high. It was close to 10,000 RMB per square meter.

"Do you like it, son...husband?" She almost blurted out,

"It's too expensive." I said,

"I'm glad you like it." As my mother said

this, the saleswoman looked at me with a strange look. She must have been thinking that I was being kept by this woman. Although my mother dressed fashionably and had a naturally baby face, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was older than me. No matter how you dress up, you can't completely hide the vicissitudes of time on your face.

A month and a half later, we moved into our home, which belonged only to the two of us.

"Mom." I hugged her. "Mom, I love you."

"You naughty boy." Mom bit my nose.

"From now on, you have to call me husband." I bit her back.

"Okay, my little husband."

"Hehe." I chuckled. "Then I'll call you wife."

"You're so disrespectful... ooh..."

I slipped my tongue into her mouth when she wasn't looking.

"You brat, I'll bite you to death."

"Hehe, come on, wife, let your husband fuck you, let's celebrate moving into our new home." I reached for her butt .

"Sounds so awkward."

"Awkward? No." Just as I was speaking, we were both completely naked.

"I love this tattoo so much." I said while sucking on Mom's nipple. Mom had a butterfly tattoo on her right breast, which I insisted she get because I saw women on TV with tattoos or paintings that looked very beautiful. She also had one on her buttocks, on her waist, a golden carp tattoo. She was afraid of the pain at first, but because I kept pestering her, she couldn't resist and did it. Afterwards, she really enjoyed it.

"Hmm...you naughty boy, can you stop playing with Mommy...?"

"Then what do you want me to do...?

" "Fuck Mommy, put your cock in

..." "Okay, I'll fuck you ..." "

You silly...hmm...why aren't you usually so obedient...lick Mommy...hmm..."

"Hehe." As soon as she finished speaking, my mouth left her nipple. I turned around, facing away from her, and we were in a 69 position. She thought I was going to lick her vagina, but she was wrong. I was lying stiffly between her legs.

"What new trick are you going to play now?" Mom realized something was wrong and tried to look up to see what I was doing, but her view was blocked by my back.

"Hehe." I chuckled, gently holding her ankles to prevent her from escaping. She seemed to understand what I was going to do.

"Silly boy, it's so dirty."

"Careful, or I'll bite you." With that, I had her big toe in my mouth. My mother's feet didn't smell at all. It wasn't that I was praising her so much; perhaps her image in my mind was just too perfect, causing me to have this illusion. Anyway, I didn't feel disgusted at all. Actually, I don't know how to describe my mother. Simply put, she doesn't overlook any detail, not even the smallest part of her body. For example, her toes. Each toenail is meticulously manicured, with a thin layer of colorless nail polish on perfectly shaped nails. Looking at her white feet and slender toes, I felt an indescribable feeling, even now, that feeling is stuck in my chest, but I just can't put it into words. I gently sucked on her toes. Her feet gave off a faint, sweet fragrance, and when I first put them in my mouth, they tasted slightly salty.

"Mmm…son…"

I didn't speak, still gently sucking, just like she was giving me oral sex.

"Stinky husband, stinky husband." Mom called softly, whether from excitement or something else, while patting my calf. Her coquettish manner was so charming.

I gently licked her instep and ankle with my tongue. When I took her little toe into my mouth again, a strange sensation suddenly came from the sole of my foot—wet and hot.

"Mmm..." This feeling was so good, even though it was a little itchy. "You

naughty boy, always thinking of mischievous ideas." Mom imitated me, sucking on my toes while laughing and scolding.

"I love every part of Mom, I want to kiss her a thousand times."

"Good son, stop licking... oh... Mom can't take it anymore..."

"Call me husband..." My tongue left the foot that I had licked until it was wet, preparing to continue playing with the other one.

"Husband... good husband... hurry up and use your big cock to fuck your wife's little cunt... it's so itchy."

"Isn't this uncomfortable?" Saying this, I took her other big toe into my mouth again, occasionally gently biting it with my teeth.

"Oh...so good...my whole body feels tingly...but my pussy is itchy. I want your big cock inside...inside..."

"Then let me help you first." After saying that, I put my hand under her body. Her pussy was already overflowing with juices. I gently touched her opening with my finger, but I couldn't put it in. The feeling was so good. Due to the lubrication of her juices, and because Mom had shaved all her pubic hair except for the hair below her abdomen, touching it felt indescribable.

"Put it in, you brat."

I went from using one finger to my whole palm. My whole palm kept rubbing up and down the outside of her pussy, but I still couldn't put it in.

"Good son, good husband, hurry up and put it in, touch Mom...touch your wife's pussy...it's so itchy...good husband..."

"Okay, I'll satisfy you." My mouth left her feet. I moved back a little so that my mouth was right above her pussy, and my cock was right next to her mouth.

"This is my good husband... Quickly lick it for Mom..."

I lowered my head, gently teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I'd done this countless times, but I never got tired of it. My mother took my penis in her mouth, gently fiddling with my anus with her fingers. Because there was no lubrication, she had to spit it out and lick my anus with her saliva-covered tongue. This stimulation aroused me even more. While circling her clitoris with my tongue, I simultaneously inserted my fingers into her anus and vagina.

"Mmm..." my mother moaned,

"Lower your ass, son..."

"Mmm..."

My mother's fingers were already two-thirds inside my anus, gently fiddling with my rhythm.

"Does it feel good... does it feel good, son..."

"Mmm..." I couldn't quite describe the feeling, but I knew it wasn't actually that good. So I wondered where she got such pleasure from fucking my anus.

Hearing me say it felt good, she fiddled even more enthusiastically. Slowly, she inserted another finger, giving me oral sex while simultaneously thrusting both fingers in and out of my anus.

Because there was no lubrication, my anus felt a little hot. "Mom, I'm going to fuck you now." After saying that, I got up, ready to insert.

"Had enough fun, you deadbeat husband?"

"Hehe." I turned around. "I'm thinking about something." I said.

"Hmm?"

"I wish I had two dicks, then I could fuck my pussy and anus at the same time."

"You brat." Mom laughed and slapped me.

"Where are you fucking, baby?" Mom asked me.

"What do you mean?" "

Anus, anus." Mom said in a very sweet voice. I don't know how to describe her, I really don't know. In the past month or so, she has changed so much. Her style of dress has transformed to that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, even a bit non-mainstream. Her tone of voice is also very different from before, and she often acts coquettishly towards me, really like a little girl. Now the relationship between the two of us seems to be slowly transforming, or perhaps it should be called evolution, evolving from a mother and son to a couple. I don't know if she is pretending on purpose, or if she has really become younger, anyway, it's a bit strange, but isn't this the feeling I want? Two people, one home, a lifetime.

"Hehe." I chuckled, gesturing for her to turn over.

"Baby, there's no lubricant, use Mommy's juices."

"Mmm." I gently smeared the juices flowing from her vagina onto her anus with my fingers. I had originally wanted to put some saliva on my glans, but I'd been talking to her and my mouth was dry, plus her feet had collected a lot of my saliva, so I was running low. Luckily, there was still a steady stream of juices flowing from her vagina. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, gently dug a couple of times, and then smeared them on my glans.

"Mommy, why are you so wet down there?" I'd wanted to ask her this question for a while.

"You're asking for it... Hurry up and come in." Mommy spread her buttocks apart with both hands to make it easier for me to penetrate, her buttocks slightly raised and gently twisting, indicating that she wanted me to hurry up and fuck her.

"Tell me quickly!"

"No, no... Hurry up, my good husband, come in quickly, you're going to make me suffer!"

"I won't go in if you don't tell me." A woman's ultimate trick for being unreasonable is to cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, while my ultimate trick is, if you don't tell me, I won't fuck you. So I moved my cock, which I had just aimed at her anus, away and started licking her anus again. Oral sex, especially licking anus, is indeed very comfortable, but it's not as satisfying as actually inserting a cock and fucking her hard. My goal is clear: to make you feel good, but not to make you feel completely satisfied.

"You naughty boy... um..." Mom didn't let go of her buttocks, letting me ravage her anus with my hands, moaning softly.

"Will you tell me or not?" I moved my hand to her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth with my thumb.

"Um... ah... ah... tell... tell... um..."

"Tell me..." I increased the speed of my thumb rubbing her clitoris, and my tongue was already inside her anus.

“Mom… um… because… because Mom is horny… um oh… ah… because Mom likes to let… let her son… fuck… one… one let her son… fuck… then… um… ah… ah… son… come in quickly… um…”

“Lying.”

“Ah… um… oh oh… ah ah ah… um… oh. Oh…” Her moans grew louder and louder, one after another. Based on my understanding of her and my experience over the years, I knew she was about to climax.

“Will you tell me or not, you stinky mom?” I felt I had gone too far, and my speed gradually slowed down.

“You… you… ah… um…” Mom must have been furious with me at that moment.

“Will you tell me or not, will you tell me or not?” I also felt I had gone too far, so I sped up again. My fingers quickly rubbed her clitoris.

“Oh. um… because… because Mom has a strong sex drive, okay…” She endured the pleasure that was constantly sweeping through her body and said the reason in a slightly angry tone. Undoubtedly, what she said was true, although I still didn’t quite understand. But from her tone and manner of speaking, I knew she wasn't lying to me.

"Hehe, that's my good wife." I pretended to understand, acting as if I already knew, grinning lewdly as I made a final thrust with my fingers on her clitoris. My arms were completely exhausted. But I couldn't let my mother's impending orgasm slip away.

"Ahhhhhh... um... ah... come... come, come, come... Mommy's pussy... ahhh..." My mother's voice was terrifyingly loud; it's no exaggeration to say she was screaming hysterically. This had never happened before, but I quickly understood. This was our home, our home, on this bed that belonged only to the two of us, where we could do anything. We didn't have to care about anything else, we didn't have to think about my damned biological father, we didn't have to care about the so-called morals and ethics of the world. In this home that belonged only to us, on this bed that belonged only to the two of us, we only needed to unleash our most primal instincts, to let each other enjoy the most wonderful moment of life, to reach the peak of orgasm.

"Ah... ooh... um... ah... Mommy's pussy..." Her orgasmic pleasure hadn't subsided, and she was still moaning softly. My hand left her clitoris, grabbed my penis, and prepared to thrust it into her anus.

"Ouch..." With a scream from Mom, my entire penis slid into her anus.

"This is an anus." Mom cried out as I penetrated her. "

Hehe." I squeezed her big buttocks hard with my hands, chuckling foolishly. "I put it in the wrong one, I thought it was a pussy."

"You brat. Wait... wait a bit before moving, it hurts a little."

"Mmm." I understood her feelings. Even if you've done anal sex many times, it's never as easy as penetrating a vagina, since there's no lubrication in the anus.

My left hand squeezed her very tactile buttocks, while my other hand reached around to the front, gently rubbing her clitoris. The clitoris should be the most sensual part of every woman, but because I didn't know much about it at the time, I only thought that my mother would have a very strong reaction. Before that, I had only had sex with Lin Mengyu, and in my memory, her reaction was far less intense than my mother's. So I really liked touching her there. As long as there was a light stimulation, even just a light touch with the tip of my tongue or my finger, her whole body would feel like it was being electrocuted.

"Mmm...mmm...move...fuck...son..." Mom gently wiggled her hips, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other kneading her breasts.

"Call me husband." I chuckled, withdrawing my hand that had lingered on her clitoris, supporting her buttocks, and began to gently thrust back and forth.

"Mmm...husband...husband almost...almost pierced my asshole just now."

"Don't talk nonsense, you'd die if you did." I stopped, gently slapping her buttocks as punishment for her mistake.

"Mmm..." Unexpectedly, the slap elicited a moan similar to that of someone being fucked.

"Still talking nonsense?" I added a little more force, slapping her buttocks twice more.

"Hmm...oh...I won't say anymore."

I'd seen SM-themed porn before, but only once, because I didn't have much opportunity. I remember seeing a man in the film using various tools to torture the female lead, sometimes with a whip, sometimes with his hand, hitting her buttocks. The female lead's pained expression revealed a kind of satisfying pleasure, which I didn't quite understand at the time, because I'm quite sensitive to pain.

"Really not going to say anything?" I slapped her again.

"Hmm...oh...I won't say anything."

Actually, asking her if she dared to talk nonsense wasn't my real purpose. Maybe Lin Mengyu had left a shadow on me; I was afraid that directly hitting my mother's buttocks would make her feel disgusted, so I used a subtle way to observe her reaction.

"Hmm...ah...oh oh..." My penis started thrusting in her anus again, followed by her moans.

"Feels good, doesn't it... I've fucked your little asshole so big." I said while fucking her.

"Soo... um... so good... oh... it's a big asshole... oh... ah... um..."

"Um... my wife's big asshole feels so good... it's going to squeeze my big cock to death..."

"Um... ooh... oh... husband... ah... um... husband..."

"What's wrong?"

"Hit... hit my wife... ah... ooh... um hit... my wife's ass..."

It seems I was really overthinking it. The woman in front of me, who was being fucked so hard that she was moaning and groaning, was my most slutty, wild, and wanton mother, who dared to play any trick and loved to try any style.

"How do I hit her?" I pretended to be stupid .

"Just... um... um... like... ah... just like... just now... ah... like that..."

"It hurts so much, I can't bear to."

"No... um... ah... it doesn't hurt... so... so good... hit mommy... wife... hit my wife's... um... ah. ass..."

"Then I'll hit her." Before I could finish speaking, with a "smack," my palm had already slapped her ass.

"Ugh..." With her scream, my lust surged. It felt so damn good, indescribable.

"Does it hurt?" I saw my five finger marks clearly visible on her white, plump buttocks. "

No... um... it doesn't hurt... ah..."

"Slap slap slap." My penis thrust rapidly in and out of her anus, while my hand slapped her buttocks a few more times.

"Ugh... ah... ah. Ugh..." I didn't know if she was faking it or genuinely enjoying it, but her moans were very "professional."

"So my darling wife has masochistic tendencies." I saw that the half of her buttocks I had slapped had turned bright red, so I laughed and said,

"No... no... ah... Mom... um... um..."

"It is..." And from that day on, I fell in love with another kind of sound. Crisp and melodious.

"Oh... ah... husband... husband... husband... ah. ah... ah..." My mother's moans grew louder and louder, her mouth continuously calling out "husband." I knew her orgasm was approaching.

So I held her buttocks with both hands, ready to thrust.

“Husband…oh…husband…husband. Hurry…ah…um…hurry…coming…ah…um…hurry, hurry…husband…oh…ah. Ah ah ah…fuck me to death…ah…ah…my asshole…um…ah…ah…husband’s big cock…ah…ah. My…ass…” She screamed hysterically, making me wonder if the people outside the room could hear her clearly. Luckily, she was calling for her husband.

“Mom…ah…Mom…wife…big cock…coming too…oh…coming…” My hands gripped her waist tightly as I made my final thrusts.

“Ah…ah…” With a long and a short moan, my mother and I reached our climax at the same time. My penis slammed deep into her anus, and then my ejaculation occurred. I could clearly feel the semen gushing out. My penis pushed in as hard as I could, my thought was simple: to penetrate her anus as deeply as possible, without letting any semen spill out, because that would feel amazing.

Mom gently wiggled her hips, signaling me to pull my penis out, then she rolled over and lay on the bed. After pulling my penis out of her anus, I roughly pried it open with my two fingers. Goodness, her anus was so wet from my penetration that my tongue could easily fit inside.

"Dirty, you idiot."

"Not dirty." I withdrew my tongue; I could clearly feel that I had licked her poop.

"Feels good, Mom."

"Mmm..."

"From now on, you should still call me son." I lay on top of her, gently stroking her breasts.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you'd call me 'husband'?"

"It's not fun, not exciting at all. I still think it's better if you call me 'son' and I call you 'mom' during sex." The feeling of having sex with your mother is completely different from having sex with other women. No matter how good other women are, how tight their vaginas are, even if they're virgins, they're still just women. But if you're riding on your own mother, it's a different story. When your penis is thrusting in and out of the place where you were born, and the woman who brought you into this world moans with each thrust, until the last spurt of semen gushes out and shoots back into the place where you were born, what kind of feeling is that?

"Hmm, son decides." Mom smiled and touched my buttocks.

"Hehe, Mom's the best."

A new city, a new home, and a brand new life began. This isn't the end, but just the beginning.

We commit incest, we're happy, but that doesn't mean we're ignorant. Life is short. Isn't it wonderful to use this short life to do what you want to do, to do what you can do? Living well, living happily—that's the most important thing. Since we can't stop this relationship, let it continue forever—that's a decision my mother and I made together. Although…it's childish…

and unrealistic…for us, it may have already become a reality long ago…

Me and my mother (True Incest Season 7)

A ray of sunlight streamed through the window in the early morning, illuminating the bed where my mother and I had spent the entire night together. Yesterday was my mother's birthday, probably the loneliest yet happiest birthday she'd ever had. Just the two of us, a candlelight dinner, and I drank quite a bit, as did my mother. For some reason, after drinking, during sex, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how fast I went, I didn't feel like ejaculating. My mother was exhausted from my lovemaking, while I was drenched in sweat and utterly drained. I don't know how long we went on, but I finally ejaculated, yet I felt no pleasure whatsoever. Perhaps some people can understand the feeling of wanting to ejaculate but being unable to; forcing yourself to ejaculate brings no pleasure whatsoever.

I lay on the bed, my chin resting on my hand, watching her sleep peacefully. It had been so long, probably more than two years, since I'd looked at her like this. Without makeup, a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of my mother's eyes, though barely noticeable; everyone ages eventually. Although she can use various high-tech methods or miraculous makeup to conceal her aging, ultimately, no one can escape birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Actually, I never asked my mother to do anything intentionally. Her current attempt to dress like she's my age, making herself look like she's eighteen, is just her wishful thinking. I'm not saying she's delusional; in fact, I like her this way too. What child doesn't want their mother to be young and beautiful? Seeing the envious and jealous looks from others must be so wonderful.

Perhaps my mother was too tired from being with me last night; I stared at her for a long time, but she didn't wake up. Just staring at her, I suddenly remembered our first night together, and without realizing it, my penis began to stir restlessly beneath me.

I gently lifted the blanket, and my mother's naked upper body was revealed before my eyes. A woman in her forties, her breasts should have sagged long ago, and her nipples should be dark. Although I've only slept with one other woman besides her, my mother's breasts were top-notch. While they were slightly sagging, that was because they were so large. Calling her nipples pink wouldn't be accurate; they were a slightly darker shade of pink. Her nipples were very similar to my penis; without any stimulation, they would shrink considerably, retracting into her areolas. I knew that with just a little stimulation, her nipples would become erect, just like my penis. Her right hand was resting on her chest. Afraid of waking her and not having enough time to look closely, I gently pulled the blanket down further. It took me about seven or eight minutes to pull the blanket from her stomach to her ankles. Because the bed was warm, if you suddenly pulled the blankets off all at once, she would immediately wake up from the cold air outside the covers. So I did it gradually, letting her adjust slowly to prevent her from waking up suddenly.

About ten minutes later, my mother's naked body appeared before me. I grinned lewdly and gently moved her right leg apart.

Oh my god… I was suddenly surprised, then couldn't help but want to burst out laughing. As I moved her right leg apart, her vulva was completely exposed to me. Because she had shaved her pubic hair, I could clearly see that her labia majora were swollen beyond recognition. My only thought at that moment was to go and kiss her; she was just too cute.

But that wasn't my ultimate goal. I quietly got out of bed, picked up the lubricant from the bedside table, and tiptoed back to bed. Kneeling between her legs, I applied the lubricant to my already erect penis.

But since I'd never done anything like this before—I'd tried twice, but Mom was awake both times—even though I lacked experience, even though her legs were spread wide open, I couldn't get in unless she lifted them a little.

"Damn it," I cursed inwardly. So I closed her legs, which I'd struggled so hard to separate, a little more, then squatted on top of her, my hand still applying lubricant to my penis.

Since I couldn't fuck her with her legs spread, I'd fuck her with them closed. After spreading the lubricant evenly, I guided my penis to her opening. My movements were gentle and slow. I didn't know if she was really tired from yesterday or what, but thanks to the lubricant, my glans slid smoothly into her vagina.

I stopped there, not daring to move, intending to observe before proceeding. Mom was fast asleep; even in this situation, she didn't react at all.

A sudden, inexplicable urge surged within me, along with a lewd thought… I fantasized that I was raping her, that nothing had ever happened between us, that the person sleeping in front of me was my own mother, fast asleep, and that I was thrusting my penis into the vagina that gave birth to me. Perhaps there was too much lubricant, or perhaps my own thoughts were too stimulating, but I moved a little too forcefully, and my entire penis was inside her.

“Mmm…” My mother let out a soft

moan. With that moan, all my previous pleasure vanished. I stopped, adopting a lewd expression, thinking she had woken up.

But even after the moan subsided, she didn't wake up. Perhaps it was just a natural reaction; maybe she was dreaming of being fucked by me, I thought.

Now I was bolder. I gently pulled my fully inserted penis out, then slowly inserted it again, repeating this about four or five times, but she still didn't wake up.

So I gradually increased my speed.

"You brat." Mom half-opened her eyes and slapped me.

"Oh, why are you awake?" I grinned and continued what I was doing.

"You brat, when did you get in here?"

"I've been doing it for ages." I felt like I must have looked really lewd.

"Stop it, my pussy's throbbing, it's probably swollen from your fucking." Mom gently wiggled her hips.

"Hehe." I grinned foolishly, still not stopping, because I knew she was just saying it, she wouldn't actually stop me.

"You brat, you raped me while I was asleep." Mom said coquettishly,

"My goal was to rape you, but I didn't expect you to wake up."

"So this is considered date rape... um... oh..."

"Then what counts as... rape... ah. Hmm?"

"Rape is when Mom doesn't allow you to fuck me, Mom's... um... ah... Mom's... pussy... please... please stop fucking me... ah?"

"Then I want to rape Mom." I lowered my head, my tongue already inside her mouth. Because she hadn't brushed her teeth since waking up all night, and neither had I, her mouth had a slightly strange smell.

“Strong… what… um… ah… Mom… Mom’s cunt… let… you do whatever you want… oh… ah… fuck it…”

“I want to too.”

“You… um… oh… you little brat… actually… actually thinking of… ah… strange… strange… um… ah…”

“Hehe, then you pretend not to let me fuck you, and then I’ll fuck you anyway… okay?” I said, while speeding up, my cock going in and out of her cunt hard.

“Okay… okay okay… um… ah…”

“Then let’s start now.”

“No… no… ah… um… faster… oh… Mom… faster… faster… faster fuck… fuck Mom to orgasm… oh… oh…”

“Okay.”

“Um… good son… ah… son’s big cock is so good… ah… Mom… Mom’s… cunt… is it good… oh ah… faster… oh… um…”

“Okay, Mom’s cunt feels so good… oh… so… wrapped… in son’s… big cock… hot. Warm and cozy…”

"Fuck harder...fuck harder...oh...um...fuck me to death...fuck my pussy to death...fuck me to death...ah, hurry...coming...coming..."

"Fuck you to death...fuck you to death..." I frantically thrust my cock, and in that instant, I suddenly felt my orgasm was about to come.

"Um...ah..." With my mother's signature moan, I knew her orgasm had arrived, so I immediately pulled out my cock, buried my head, and roughly sucked on her clitoris with my mouth, gently moving my tongue in and out of her vagina instead of my cock.

"Um...um...my lower body is...swollen from your...fucking..." My mother gently swayed her body, moaning softly.

"Then I won't do it anymore."

"Do it...um...as long as my son...likes it...um...fuck me to death...I'm willing...oh..."

"Mom is the best." I raised my head, lay on top of her, and kissed her.

"Who told you to be my son?" Mom gently pinched my nose.

"Shall we play now?"

"Look how impatient you are." Mom laughed. "Sweetie, go find a rope."

"Why do I need a rope?" I asked, puzzled

. "Go ahead." Mom pleaded.

"Oh, okay." I suddenly imagined a very lewd scene, like bondage in SM.

When I found the rope, it was a little different from what I expected.

"Tie Mom's hands to the headboard." Mom instructed me.

"Hehe." I chuckled lewdly. If we wanted to play rape, we had to do it properly. Mom was really a professional.

I found a pair of scissors, cut a rope in half, and tied her arms to the headboard.

"No...no!"

"What?" I was stunned by her sudden cry.

"Idiot." Mom laughed and scolded me. "Isn't this what you wanted to play?"

"Hehe." I was indeed a little stupid. With Mom's acting skills, she could be an actress. I felt a little embarrassed.

"No...please." Mom twisted her body frantically, struggling incessantly.

"Don't move." I snapped at her, mainly because I hadn't gotten used to the role of "rapist" and didn't know what to say.

"Please, don't do this." Seeing my mother's pitiful state, I wanted nothing more than to rape her again.

"No." To be frank, I could easily be a star actor, but it seemed I had absolutely no talent for acting.

"Please, don't do this, please." Seeing my mother's tears welling up, her pitiful appearance made anyone who didn't know better think I really was a rapist.

"Behave yourself." As I spoke, I tied a tight knot in the rope binding her right hand. During this process, I kept thinking about what I should say, what I should do, and how I should act like a rapist.

"Let me go, please..."

"Shut up, I'm telling you, behave yourself." Gradually, a picture formed in my mind, so I imitated it, gently stroking her face. "Not bad looking, this little face."

"No..."

"I'm telling you, be good, I'll let you go after I'm done, otherwise..."

"Please, I'm still a virgin."

"Pfft..." I laughed, a loud laugh

. "You're so annoying." Mom kicked me. "I'm not playing with you anymore."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, good mom." Saying that, I kissed her.

"Virgin? I've never been with a virgin before, I'll try it today." I said seriously

. "Let me go, please." Mom twisted her body, trying to break free from my hand grabbing her breast.

"Damn it, behave yourself, I haven't been with a woman in a long time, I'll use you, this virgin, to start my new life."

"No..."

"We who don't understand the torment of love, hate, and passion..." My mother's phone rang, interrupting my train of thought.

"Quick... untie me, you brat..."

"You stubborn rascal..." I said helplessly.

"Hello..." I held the phone to her ear.

"What?" Suddenly, I saw my mother's brows furrow. "Okay, I understand."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your uncle passed away."

"Uncle?" I have two uncles, I don't know which one it is

. "Your younger uncle."

"Ah? I can't believe it, how could he be gone?" I had a very good relationship with my aunt and uncle . "

Uremia."

"Oh." My mother and I lost all interest in sex.

"Quick, son, untie me, let's go home."

"Okay." I cut the rope with scissors.

Six hours later, my mother and I arrived at our destination, my younger aunt's house.

There were many people in the house, and my younger aunt was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, wiping away tears.

"Sister." The moment my mother walked into the room, my younger aunt cried and threw herself into my mother's arms.

"Xiaoyu, Qiangzi is gone. There's no point in you continuing like this. Be strong," Mom comforted Auntie, holding her in her arms.

"Such a good...good person...how...how could he just be gone like that..." Auntie was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, but something else stopped my tears from falling. That was my aunt. Because of the crowd and her crying earlier, I hadn't had a chance to observe her closely, but now I was sitting on the stool opposite her.

Auntie was a true beauty. Mom had told me before that if she weren't so short, she could have been a model. Her hair was very short; that was all I could say then, but now I know it must be Vidal Sassoon hair. Her eyes were beautiful, but they were red and swollen from crying so much, yet even that couldn't hide their beauty. Beneath her high, straight nose was a small, cherry-like mouth that made one want to stick their tongue inside to explore its depths.

"Jun Can." Before I could look any further, my mother interrupted me.

"Go see if there's anything you can do to help." My mother seemed a little angry; perhaps she had noticed the lewd look in my eyes when I was looking at my aunt.

"Okay, sure." I got up and walked out of the house, a strange sense of guilt suddenly rising within me. In this situation, I was thinking about something unrealistic and utterly impossible. Han Jun Can, Han Jun Can, you're such a lecher, a complete and utter scoundrel.

The first seven days, the third seven days, the fifth seven days. Chinese people have many customs regarding funerals; perhaps this is a tradition passed down from ancient times. After my mother and I stayed in our hometown for a week, we returned to the home that belonged only to the two of us.

"I'm exhausted. Take a shower and go to bed quickly," my mother said as she took off her clothes.

"Okay." So I quickly stripped off the few clothes I was wearing, and naked, I wiggled my buttocks in front of my mother. My penis wasn't erect yet, swaying from side to side with the rhythm of my movements.

"You little brat." Mom chuckled. She was now only wearing a bra and a thong that offered absolutely no coverage.

"La la la." I was still wriggling my body. My penis, as if possessed, gradually became erect upon seeing her beautiful naked body and the thong that aroused such strong desire.

"It's just one more thing than Mom's." Saying this, she turned around and gently wiggled her buttocks, mimicking mine. Her buttocks swayed irregularly from side to side with the rhythm of her movements.

"Hehe, I want to shower with Mom." I ran up to her, grabbed her, and gently squeezed her buttocks.

"Okay, okay, you little rascal." Actually, Mom and I had been pent up for days. We hadn't made love for a whole week.

In the bathroom, I kept groping Mom, making her moan repeatedly. In the end, we just quickly rinsed off, and I carried her back to the room.

"Hmm...son..." Mom knelt between my legs, gently stroking my penis with her hand.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't speak, my entire penis was in her mouth, her tongue circling it.

"Are you..." Mom spat out my penis, hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you interested in your aunt?" Mom finally said it.

"What? I'm not." I quickly explained.

"Don't you dare have any bad ideas." Mom said, and then skillfully stroked my penis again.

"No way, that's impossible."

"That's more like it."

Actually, what I meant by impossible was that I couldn't possibly sleep with my aunt, not that I couldn't have the thought of sleeping with her. Mom probably misunderstood.

“You can fuck Mom’s pussy as much as you want, and her asshole too, but don’t you dare mess with your aunt, or you’ll end up losing more

than you gain.” “I know, Mom, you’re overthinking it.” I stroked her hair and touched her face, saying,

“Yeah, that’s my good son.”

“Hehe, Mom, come here, let me lick you.”

“Okay.” With that, Mom rolled over, sticking her butt out at me, and my penis was taken into her mouth again.

“It’s not like that.” I slapped her butt.

“How about this?”

“You squat on my head.” I grinned lewdly.

“Okay.” With that, she spat my penis out of her mouth, moved back a short distance, and then squatted down less than a centimeter from my nose. Actually, to be precise, she was practically sitting on my face. I stuck out my tongue and touched her clitoris perfectly.

“Hmm…” Mom groaned softly, then raised her buttocks a little.

"Hehe, squat down." I held her hips to prevent her from "escaping."

"Mmm...ah...oh oh..." My tongue kept wandering around her clitoris and vagina, while my nose was pressed against her anus, this time my nose was acting as a penis again.

"Is it...comfortable, Mom..."

"Comfortable...comfortable..." Mom tilted her head back, her hands constantly rubbing her big breasts

. Slowly, I moved my nose to her vagina, gently rubbing around the opening, then tilted my head back to prepare to insert my nose into her vagina. But before I could move, she sat down, and my nose went right in. Because my nose is quite straight, it could give her complete pleasure.

Then she kept moving her body, like a woman on top, using my nose instead of my penis.

"Ah...Mom..." I held her buttocks with my hands, not letting her continue. Because she secreted so much vaginal fluid, a lot of it got into my nostrils, my nostrils were full of her vaginal fluid, it was so uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, baby?" Mom turned to look at me

. "Some water got into your nose." I took out some tissues from the bedside table and wiped it out vigorously.

"Are you done?" Mom asked with concern

. "All done. Hehe." I grinned mischievously.

"Mom's on top today, otherwise my precious son would be exhausted."

"No need, I'd feel even more sorry for Mom if she got tired." I said, trying to get up

. "Good girl." Mom reached out and gently stroked my penis, then with one hand on my penis and the other hand pulling her down onto her vulva. "Mmm..."

"Isn't this you fucking me?" I grabbed her big breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Mom's body moved up and down continuously, like she was doing squats.

"So good... Mom's pussy feels the best."

"Mmm... Ah... Oh... Ah... So deep... So deep, son... Mmm..."

"Where are we?"

"It's in my uterus... Mmm... Ah... Ah... So good... Oh..." She moaned as she increased her speed, but then, something unexpected happened. Because she was going too fast, my penis slipped out of her pussy. Since my penis was rock hard and she was using too much force, it slipped off track and landed right on her buttocks.

"Ah!" I screamed, even having the illusion that my penis had been broken.

"Ah..." Mom was so scared that she quickly rubbed my penis. She knew that this must have hurt badly.

"Are you alright, son... are you alright..." Mom's voice was trembling with tears.

"Oh... No... I'm fine." As the pain gradually subsided, I knew that my penis hadn't been broken.

"How about... Mom gets down?" she said, trying to lie down on the bed.

"It's okay, Mom." I held my penis in my hand, gesturing for her to sit down

. "Mom's scared." She was genuinely frightened.

"It's okay, Mom, hehe."

Seeing my insistence, she positioned her vagina over my penis and gently sat down, my penis once again swallowed by her vagina.

"This time I'll move," I said.

"Okay." Mom rested her hands on the bed, her eyes slightly closed.

I grabbed her buttocks with my hands, and my penis began to gently thrust in and out of her vagina.

"Does it still hurt... um... does it still hurt, son..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." I stuck out my tongue, gesturing for her to kiss me, and she obligingly took my tongue entirely into her mouth.

“Mmm… ooh… oh…”

“Ah… mmm… mmm…”

“Slap slap slap…”

“Mmm… ah… mmm… ah… ah… son… ah… fuck… fuck mom to death… ah… mmm… faster… faster… oh…”

This position never really feels comfortable to me, but the thrusting speed is okay. Most importantly, when I fuck mom in this position, she always comes to orgasm very quickly.

“Is it coming… oh…”

“It’s coming, it’s coming… faster… oh… mmm… it’s coming… fuck me… fuck mom to death… ah…”

"Slap slap slap." My cock was thrusting wildly inside her pussy, the sound of our bodies colliding was incredibly pleasurable.

"Faster... ah... faster... ah... I'm dying..."

"Ahhhhhh..." As she reached her climax, I didn't stop. Although I was exhausted, I loved seeing her climax come and then be replaced by another

wave of orgasm. It was beyond words. "Stop fucking me... ah... ah... ahhhhhhhh... I'm dying... ah... pussy... pussy... Mommy's pussy... you... ahhhhhh... you've fucked me to pieces... ahh ...

"Ah...you...um...you're going to die." Mom's pleasure hadn't subsided

. "Hehe." I gestured for her to lie down.

"You...you...kid, what are you made of? You haven't even ejaculated yet, you'll be exhausted."

"Making Mom feel good is my duty." I knelt between her legs, preparing to penetrate again.

"Mom feels so good, good boy, stop fucking, Mom will suck it out for you, you'll be exhausted soon." She could tell I was already exhausted.

"No. Fuck me..."

"I'll exhaust you."

"I'm not tired, hehe." My fingers gently teased her anus, and she cooperated by spreading her buttocks with her hands. Now, we didn't need to say anything, just a single action was enough for us to know what each other wanted to do.

A dozen minutes later, my semen gushed out and shot into her anus.

"Go wash up, it's covered in poop." After my penis ejaculated into her anus, I didn't pull it out immediately. Instead, I let it go limp on its own. When my shrunken penis slid out of my mother's anus, I could definitely see some yellowish substance on it.

I suddenly had a very perverted thought: when would I get my mother to give me oral sex in this situation?

Forget it, I'm too tired to think about it anymore. It'll happen sooner or later anyway. So I held my limp penis and ran to the bathroom.

Life went on peacefully. In the blink of an eye, almost two months had passed since I returned from my hometown. The weather in July was really torturous, the temperature was unbearably hot. Fortunately, besides the air conditioning at home, this city had the sea.

I was swimming hard in the sea at this moment. My mother was wearing a sexy bikini and watching me from the shore. I waved to her from time to time to let her know I was safe.

When I wanted to let her know I was safe again, I saw her waving at me. I swam to the shore and walked quickly over.

"Tired? Take a rest." Mom tossed me a towel, gesturing for me to dry myself

. "Not tired. This is much easier than 'humming and hawing'," I said with a laugh.

"You brat," Mom chuckled, then said seriously, "Son, your aunt is coming here next week."

"Huh?" I was surprised to hear this, then quickly pretended to be nonchalant. "Didn't she and my uncle run a mine? My uncle's gone, and she quit too?" "

I don't know what she's thinking, maybe she just wants to relax. Let me tell you, she's staying at our house, so you're not allowed to have any bad ideas."

"I know, don't worry."

"If I could relax, I wouldn't be reminding you."

"Mom," I looked around, no one was around. "You think too highly of your son. Even if I wanted to, would my aunt agree?"

"You..." Mom threw my swimming goggles at me. "You brat, this shows you still have those thoughts."

"No, no," I quickly explained.

"That's good. Let me tell you, if you dare to have any funny ideas, even Mom won't talk to you anymore."

"Okay, okay," I quickly laughed it off.

Actually, the moment she mentioned my aunt was coming, I had already decided that I had to get her. I'm not the same person I used to be. I was immature and naive back then. Now I'm older and more mature. I don't want to sleep with the same person every day. Yes, she's my mother. Sleeping with her is incredibly satisfying; it's a feeling I can't find anywhere else. But that's how people are—they get bored easily, they're never satisfied, and they have bottomless desires. But I also have my own principles. Maybe it's because I've been with my mother for so long, but I've developed an extreme Oedipus complex. I like mature women; I have absolutely no sexual interest in women under 35. Because in my heart, perhaps only older women are truly alluring and seductive. So I started planning how to win over my aunt, even though the idea was so unrealistic, like planning to rob a Swiss bank. But there are some things you have to do, you have to try. If you succeed, you'll feel a great sense of accomplishment. But if you think it's unrealistic and don't do it, you'll probably regret it terribly when it becomes a reality.

My mom and I (True Incest Season 8)

A red sports car slowly drove into the community and stopped downstairs at my building. My mom and I quickly went to greet it.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of black high heels... high... really high. The heels were at least ten centimeters high, thin and long, making me wonder if they would suddenly break while walking.

"Xiaoyu." "Sister." Mom hugged my aunt.

"Jun Can." My aunt, wearing her stilt-like shoes, ran over and gave me a big hug, then kissed me hard on the cheek.

"Hoo... oh..." I was almost dizzy from her action. My penis immediately started throbbing restlessly in my crotch. It seemed to be telling me, "Master, let me crawl into her pussy."

It smells so good, so damn good. "No wonder they're sisters, they even use the same brand of perfume.

" "You must be tired from your journey, Auntie," I said with a smile, then reached into my pocket and pulled my pants down hard so that even if my penis was fully erect, it wouldn't be too obvious. I was really afraid she'd notice my embarrassing state.

"Jun Can, you've become so energetic after all these years," my aunt said, patting my head. "Last time you came back, I was in a bad mood and didn't have a chance to say much to you. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, of course not. Our 'relationship' isn't something that developed overnight. You're my aunt, how could I be angry with you?" I deliberately emphasized the word "relationship."

"Alright, come inside," my mother, who had been left standing there, finally spoke.

"Okay, oh right, sis, Mom specifically asked me to get some of her homemade pickled vegetables. She said you love them." My aunt said, linking arms with my mom. Judging from their relationship, they couldn't be closer. Even if they were sisters, I'd never seen them like this.

"Jun Can, go get your things from the trunk. Your mom and I are going upstairs first, hehe."

"Okay."

My aunt's appearance today was no less impressive than when my mother drove her BMW to visit me at the military base, perhaps even surpassing it. Aside from her ridiculously high heels, her attire was fairly formal: a black mini-skirt and a casual short-sleeved black blazer, somewhat like business attire. The only slightly incongruous element was her fishnet stockings, which stretched from her toes all the way inside her skirt. However, my inner desire outweighed any comments about her clothing. I don't know why, but the sight of stockings or fishnets always arouses my sexual desire. But then I just laughed it off, amused by my own overactive imagination.

Returning home with my things, I saw my mother and aunt chatting and laughing. My aunt, on the other hand, showed no signs of the grief she had felt before losing her husband. This was a good thing for me. Lately, I'd been thinking that a woman without male companionship was easy to win over; my mother, for example, had even seduced me first. But the only thing I wasn't sure about was that if my aunt was a devoted and virtuous woman, then I probably would never be able to win her over. Now it seems that her previous grief and sadness are probably gone.

"Look how happy you two are," I said, walking over and sitting on the sofa.

"Your mother and I were just talking about you, asking if you had a boyfriend, and your mother said you didn't."

"What's the rush?" I said with a grin.

"Who would want him?" my mother interjected.

"Our Juncan is so handsome, he must have a whole platoon of girls chasing after him." My aunt defended me,

"Hehe, a platoon is too few."

"That's right, Auntie's just getting old. If she were ten or twenty years younger, she'd definitely be chasing after Juncan all the time." My aunt took out cigarettes from her bag, gave one to my mother, and then tossed the pack to me.

"Mom, you're too modest. You and Mom are the same age, age doesn't matter between you two." I lit their cigarettes for them.

"You little rascal, your mouth's gotten sweeter. I remember you used to blush when you talked." My aunt understood I was praising her.

"Okay, Jun Can, go to the fridge and get your aunt something to drink." Mom seemed a little jealous.

"Okay." I smiled and went out. Damn, they really are from the same nest, their words are full of flirtatiousness. I don't know if I'm overthinking it or what, but I think my aunt is easy to handle. Mom's so flirtatious, how much better can she be? They're both born of the same mother.

After dinner, Mom and my aunt were watching TV and chatting in the living room. They seemed to have endless things to talk about. I didn't know what to do, so I went to my room, turned on the computer, and wanted to play some games. I call it my room because it was a temporary conversion. The house Mom bought is a two-bedroom, two-living room apartment, and that room had been empty before. Because my aunt was coming, my mom and I couldn't let her know we were sharing a room and sleeping in the same bed, so we quickly tidied up the room that we hadn't actually stayed in since the beginning.

"What are you playing, Jun Can?" Just as I was engrossed in a game called QQ Fantasy, my aunt walked in without knocking, startling me.

"A game," I replied without looking up. But suddenly I felt something was wrong. I looked up sharply, and the sight before me almost made my nose bleed. My aunt was wearing a silk bodysuit. Silk, silk—basically, it was transparent, revealing everything underneath. I could clearly see her bra and panties, even the pattern on her bra was crystal clear.

"You play, Auntie's sleeping with your mom tonight," my aunt probably sensed something was off and made an excuse to leave.

The moment she turned around, my penis almost burst through my pants—she was wearing my favorite thong! I didn't know why women liked wearing thongs, but back then I always thought women who liked wearing thongs must be slutty. "

Are you treating me like a kid? Or are you deliberately trying to seduce me?" I cursed inwardly. I lost interest in the game, found a porn site, and watched a black man on the computer screen thrusting his thick, dark penis into a white girl's anus. I started gently stroking my own penis. I fantasized about my aunt being ridden by me, moaning incessantly.

"Jun Can." My mother politely knocked on my bedroom door, though it wasn't closed. "

Damn it, the feeling was so intense, I forgot to close the door.

" "Ah... Mom..." I quickly pulled up my pants and turned off the movie. This wasn't the same as having sex with my mother, so I was a little embarrassed.

"Silly boy, do you want it?" My mother came over, glanced back, and then gently rubbed my swollen penis up and down through my pants.

"Hmm."

"You brat, how come your sex drive is so strong?" Mom then reached into my pants.

"You're one to talk!" I glared at her, meaning your sex drive is even stronger than mine

. "You're going to die." Mom gently pinched my penis and then started stroking it.

"This isn't my fault, look at her."

"She still treats you like a child. Let me tell you, don't get any funny ideas, or I won't let you off the hook."

"I don't care, she's done this to me anyway, so why don't you take responsibility?" I looked at her almost like I

was being unreasonable. "Silly boy, Mom came here to satisfy your 'animalistic desires'." She emphasized the word "animalistic desires" heavily; Mom really understands me.

"What about my aunt?" I meant I was afraid she would find out.

"She's taking a shower, just hurry up and cum." Mom gestured for me to get on the bed.

"Hehe, Mom's the best." I pulled down my pants, threw her nightgown up to my chest, and then roughly pulled her underwear down to her ankles.

"Don't undo it, you'll have to put it back on later." Mom stopped my hand from undoing her bra.

"Fine, I won't undo it then." I said, getting up to close the door

. "Are you stupid?" She stopped me again. "If you close the door, your aunt

won't be able to hear us when she comes out." "But if I don't close the door, she'll hear me if I call out."

"Mom

, just bear with it." The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing. I straddled her, my penis thrusting rapidly inside her. I closed my eyes, imagining Mom as my aunt, imagining I was fucking my aunt instead of my mother. As the bathroom door creaked open, I ejaculated.

"Sister." I heard my aunt call out.

"Hey, hey, here I am." Mom hurriedly grabbed her panties, pulled them haphazardly onto her feet, straightened her skirt, and went out of my room.

"Do you have any more bath towels, sis?" My aunt had no idea what had just happened.

"Yeah, I do. Let me find you some."

I never expected my aunt to stay at my house for almost a month. That month was incredibly difficult for me. Even making love with my mom had to be done secretly. I wasn't too bothered; I don't moan much during sex, just occasionally uttering some lewd words. But it was tough on my mom. The only good thing was that she and my mom both loved shopping. Whenever we went out, I saw envious glances from everyone around me. I walked in the middle, with my mom and aunt on either side, each holding one of my arms—it felt amazing. But they were thinking different things. My mom saw me as her husband, while my aunt probably just saw me as her nephew. But nobody knew what was really going on; who knows what they were saying behind my back.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and urged my mother to ask my aunt when she was coming back. I now feel incredibly foolish, and I find my initial desire to sleep with her ridiculous.

First, I have no chance to get close to her—by close, I mean sleeping in the same bed with her as with my mother. Second, it's because of my mother; because of her objections. In short, it feels unrealistic. Even if my mother agreed, I could still share a bed with my aunt, but what then? For a hundred yuan, you can hire a prostitute for a paid service; with a little effort, you can get a girlfriend for free. But she's my aunt. My relationship with my mother might be fate; neither of us forced it, and it naturally led to this point. But with my aunt, it was entirely my own evil desires, lewd thoughts, wishful thinking, and delusions.

In short, no matter what, I think my initial thoughts were too naive and laughable. Thinking is one thing, but doing is another, especially now that almost a month has passed and I haven't even found the slightest opportunity. And from what I observed, my aunt was genuinely only doing this because she thought I was a child. Although she didn't hold back in front of me, it was definitely not an attempt to seduce me.

Just when I was about to give up on this idea, unexpectedly, a turning point occurred. My mother told me that my aunt wasn't leaving. When I heard this, I couldn't describe my feelings; perhaps it was the same feeling I had when my mother told me that she and my father were getting a divorce.

"Not leaving?" I feigned surprise.

"Yeah." Mom didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Then she'll stay at our house?" I pretended to be annoyed.

"Your aunt said she'll buy a house there once the third phase of Dongpu is finished."

"What?" I was a little incredulous.

"Are you satisfied now?" Mom pouted angrily.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Not angry? You're not angry, you're happy, but what about me? I don't even dare to moan in bed."

"Mom..." I hugged her. "How about we just go to a hotel?" "

Go to a hotel my ass." Mom pulled her hand away and walked out

. Angry as she was, I was Mom's precious daughter, but she wasn't my glass ball either. I begged and pleaded, and finally she drove us to a nearby hotel.

Enough with the small talk, let's get straight to the point. After taking off her clothes, she knelt on the bed with her buttocks sticking out, and I gently licked her vulva with my tongue.

"Mmm...son...I'm dying to have sex with you...mmm...I'm dying to have sex with you..."

"Hehe, I'll give you a good fucking today." My tongue wandered to her anus.

"Mmm...fuck me hard...mmm...oh..."

"Mommy's anus and pussy want me, don't they?" I gently teased her anus with my tongue, while my fingers rubbed her clitoris.

"Want...mmm...want so much...oh...big cock...fuck...fuck me in...mmm..."

Because I hadn't had sex with my mother properly for so long, I couldn't wait to pull out my cock and press it against her anus.

"Mmm...first...first fuck my pussy...mmm..."

"Okay, I'll listen to Mommy today."

"Good son...Mommy's pussy missed you so much...mmm...oh..."

"My big cock missed you too." As I said this, my cock had already pierced into her vagina.

"Ah..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I held her buttocks and began to thrust wildly without any gentleness.

"Feels good...mmm...ah...so good...oh...comfortable...I'm dying...oh...oh...ah..." Mommy's voice was very loud. Even if I thrust gently, she would scream, as if she wanted to make up for everything she had missed before.

“Ah… um… fuck me to death… ah. ah ah… son… ah… fuck me to death… your… big cock… oh… son… your big cock is so… so good… ah… fill my… um. um… my pussy… oh… all… ah ah… oh. oh… Mommy’s… Mommy’s pussy… um…”

“You little slut, I won’t cum until I fuck your pussy swollen…” I said while panting heavily,

“Fuck me… um… ah… fuck Mommy to death… oh…”

I don’t really like doggy style, it doesn’t feel particularly comfortable. I think the psychological stimulation of doggy style is greater than the sensory stimulation, because when a woman, to be precise, when Mom is kneeling on the bed with her ass up and lying there, like a little bitch, the stimulation comes from the bottom of her heart rather than the physiology.

"Ah... um... ah faster... ah... fuck me to death... ah. um... fucking my uterus... ah ah ah... um... faster... ah... come... come... coming... um... ah..."

With my rapid thrusting, she was almost in a frenzy, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"Is it coming... is it coming?" Actually, I knew she had already orgasmed.

"Um... um... ah... oh... coming... coming again... ah... fuck me to death... ah..."

I accidentally lost control, and I felt I was on the verge of ejaculating. Maybe it was because I had done this too much, or maybe I had become numb to it, but after ejaculating the first time, I didn't really want to do it a second time. Even if I wanted to, I would have to wait a while, so I tried to hold back my ejaculation, basically playing the long game.

"Ah... ah... ah..." My mother's moans had become monotonous; she screamed, shouted, and yelled hysterically.

“You little slut, you little bitch, I’ll fuck you to death, fuck you to death.” My cock was making its last struggle inside her cunt, and I slapped her ass hard twice.

“Ah…ah…hit me…ah…husband…hit me…um…ah…”

“Why am I hitting you…oh…”

“I’m a slut…oh…um…I’m a bitch, hit me now…ah…faster…um…ahhhhh…I can’t take it anymore…ah, again…”

“Slap!” I slapped her ass, then held her hips with my hand so I could thrust into her faster.

She moaned repeatedly as I fucked her. “Slap!” Another slap, I repeated the previous actions.

“Ah…ah…husband…son…um…no…no more…ah…fuck me to death…ah…cum…can’t take it…can’t take it…ah…ah…cum into mom’s…ah…mom’s pussy…ah um…mom will give you a child…ah.ah…ah…”

“Oh?” The last sentence gave me a great shock. She had never said this before, and I had never thought of it either.

“Um…fuck you to death, make you give me a son.” I gripped her hips tightly with both hands. I had changed from supporting to pinching because I was about to ejaculate. My thrusting speed became more violent.

“Um um um…ah…oh…um…give…to my baby…oh…son…give a child…oh…oh…fuck me to death…ah…oh…cum…um…cum into the pussy…um…cum.cum into the uterus. Oh…um…ah…”

“Oh.” With a muffled groan, I thrust my penis hard into her vagina until it reached the end, and then I ejaculated.

"Mmm...uh..." The mother's pleasure hadn't subsided, and she let out soft moans.

"Hoo." I collapsed onto the bed, my mother's hands restlessly stroking my penis. When she took my penis, which had been gradually shrinking, into her mouth, it became hard again in less than five seconds.

But the urge to fuck her again immediately was gone. I lay there, letting her continue to attack my penis, testicles, and anus with her hands and tongue.

"Mom," I called softly.

"What's wrong?" My mother looked up at me, her hands still moving.

"Sit there, stretch your legs out."

Mom didn't say anything, obediently sitting on the bed. My legs were in a V-shape, and she sat between them, stretching her legs out straight. Although this position made it a little difficult for her to give me oral sex, it didn't matter. Don't underestimate my mom; she might have practiced yoga (chuckles).

I gently stroked the back of her foot. If Mom is an exceptional woman, then her feet are the most exceptional of all. I don't know how to describe them, but if I could, I wish I could suck on that foot for a lifetime.

"Mmm..." Mom gently pulled her foot back. "It tickles."

"Hehe." I grabbed her other foot, this time I was smarter and held it tightly. My tongue licked her heel all the way to her toes without too much force.

"Ah, you naughty boy, it tickles." Mom tried to pull that foot back too, but this time she couldn't escape my clutches.

I didn't say anything. She struggled to break free from the foot I was holding tightly, and didn't have time to kiss my penis anymore. So I gave up on continuing.

"Okay, okay, I won't lick anymore." I said, and started gently sucking on her thumb.

"You naughty child, you just torture me." Mom said, gently biting my penis with her teeth. "If you torture Mom again, Mom will bite it off."

"Go ahead and bite if you want." I spat her toes out of my mouth and said,

"Hmph... I'll bite you to death." After saying that, Mom grabbed the base of my penis with her right hand and started quickly stroking it with her mouth.

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't do that." I laughed, sticking out my tongue, and gently ran my tongue over her toes, not missing a single toe, even licking between her toes.

I don't know how long I played with her jade-like feet, but suddenly I felt like I was about to ejaculate. To be honest, I've been having sex with my mother for a long time, and each time it lasts a long time, with a large part of that time spent performing oral sex on each other. But I rarely feel like I'm about to ejaculate when she's performing oral sex on me, even when she's on her period and says she'll take care of me with her mouth, I always end up ejaculating in her anus. But this time was different. I don't know why, I guess every man can't describe the feeling of about to ejaculate. As that feeling slowly came over me, I started to moan softly, and my legs clamped around my mother's waist.

"What's wrong, son? Are you coming?" My mother seemed a little curious

. "Mmm."

After hearing my answer, she knelt down on the bed again, stroking my penis with her hand while constantly stimulating my glans with her mouth and tongue.

"Oh... naughty mother... oh... faster." I held her head and pressed it down hard, signaling her to suck faster.

"Mmm..." Mom was giving me oral sex quickly, while soft moans kept coming from her nose. I didn't understand why she was making those moans that she only made when I was having sex with her, even though I wasn't actually having sex with her.

"Faster... oh..." I felt that she couldn't keep up with my pace, so I held her head to keep her from moving, and started thrusting my hips and waist, my penis quickly going in and out of her mouth. Sometimes my glans would touch her teeth, which gave me an indescribable feeling. It felt good, but also a little uncomfortable, and uncomfortable, but also a little good. After a series of vigorous thrusts, I felt I was only a fraction of a second away from ejaculating. Just as I was about to make my final push, my mother couldn't take it anymore. She struggled violently, trying to spit my penis out of her mouth, but I couldn't let her. I knew my penis was definitely up to her throat. Without thinking, as my penis went back into her mouth, I thrust hard, my penis plunging all the way to the back of her throat. I could clearly feel it; the feeling was indescribable. I ejaculated. Although this was my second ejaculation, and the amount wasn't too large, I almost choked my mother to death.

"Ugh...cough..." After I pulled my penis out of her mouth, she leaned over the edge of the bed, gagging violently, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you alright, Mom?" After my pleasure subsided, I felt I'd gone a bit too far and asked her sheepishly.

"Cough..." Mom wiped away her tears and snot. "You...you...cough...I almost choked to death."

"I'm sorry, Mom. It felt so good, I just..." I wasn't actually afraid she'd blame me, and besides, she wouldn't blame me anyway.

"You brat, always slapping Mom and then giving her a sweet treat." Mom had recovered by now.

"Hehe." I hugged Mom and wiped away the remaining tears and snot.

"Tell me, how are you going to repay Mom?"

"How do you want me to repay you?" I looked at her lecherously.

"To show you my punishment, how about this?" Mom got up on the bed, sticking her butt out and swaying it from side to side a couple of times.

"What's going on?" I feigned ignorance.

"You brat, Mommy doesn't like you anymore."

"I really didn't know."

"Fuck your little slut's asshole..."

"Hehe, okay."

"Son," after my third ejaculation, I almost swore I'd never have sex again, when Mommy hugged me and spoke.

"Hmm?"

"You really... really want to fuck your aunt?"

"No." I didn't know what she was up to.

"That would be strange." She gently squeezed my now-soft penis. "But even if Mommy agrees, you can't do anything about it."

"Hmm?" My eyes widened.

"That's incest. If she weren't your aunt, I believe it would be fine, but she is your aunt. Maybe that's the feeling you want."

Mommy was right. It's true I like mature women, but in the face of incest, even the best woman, the most mature woman, is worthless. It's because she's my aunt that I want to sleep with her. Maybe it's also because she's pretty, otherwise I probably wouldn't be interested. You know, this kind of thing is all or nothing; if it fails, the consequences are unimaginable.

"So, tell me if you support me or not?" Actually, I understood what she meant.

"I don't care." Mom pretended to be angry.

"Hehe, if you didn't care, you wouldn't be my mother."

"I'm telling you this not to ask you to do anything to her. What do you think the chances of this succeeding?" Mom took out a cigarette from her purse and lit it. "Actually, your aunt..."

"What about my aunt?"

"Your aunt isn't a good person either. She's keeping two kids around your age on the side."

"What?" I had never known this before. Hearing this, I was shocked.

"At first I didn't believe it either, but then your aunt admitted it to me. After all, your aunt and I are such good friends, there's nothing we can't talk about. Those two kids are always squandering her money. Your aunt is stupid, she even bought them a car, sigh."

"Damn it." I got a little agitated after hearing this, I really wanted to throw those two little brats into the sea.

"Look, your aunt has been here these days, right? I guess those two kids are out of money, they keep calling her every day."

"Damn, is my aunt stupid?"

"So Mom has come to terms with it. There's a saying, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders.' My good-for-nothing son still has this kind of heart." After Mom finished speaking, she turned her head away and stopped looking at me.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I sensed that something was wrong with her, so I leaned over and touched her face, asking

. "Nothing." Mom's eyes were a little red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Mom...don't cry, I don't want to anymore, I'll just take good care of you, okay?" Seeing her cry, I lost my composure.

"No...Mom isn't crying..." She stubbed out her cigarette. "Mom is too selfish, always wanting to have you all to herself, but Mom knows that's impossible."

"Maybe...maybe." I kissed her cheek hard. "Okay, Mom, don't cry, I won't think about it anymore."

"Silly child." Mom hugged me. "Actually, Mom has really thought it through. Don't worry, your aunt isn't an outsider, we're all family. If things really go the way we imagine, maybe it'll be great."

"But..." I wanted to keep up the act, but she interrupted me.

"Your aunt lost her boyfriend, and even if she did, she wouldn't behave well outside. If the three of us could really be together, that would be pretty good. Stop pretending, with your little schemes." The old fox is shrewd; she saw through my act long ago.

Actually, she wasn't thinking of my aunt at all. She claimed to be guiding her back to the right path, but in reality, she was pushing her into a deeper abyss of darkness—the abyss of incest. I didn't know what my mother was really thinking, but I soon understood.

My mother and I (True Incest Season 9)

devised a "battle plan" tonight, though it wasn't really a plan. My mother is a woman, so she understands women well. When a woman is consumed by lust, she's capable of anything; my mother was the best example of that. After

dinner, I went back to my room and turned on my computer, thinking about how to make my game weapon more powerful. Then my mother came in.

"When she goes to take a shower, pretend you don't know anyone's in there, and rush in naked, understand?" my mother whispered.

"She'll definitely lock the door." My aunt isn't stupid; there's a grown man in the house, how could she not lock the door?

"Mom broke the lock, she can't lock it."

"Hehe, Mom, you're so mean." I chuckled mischievously, never expecting her to pull such a sly trick.

"You brat, Mom did this all for you." Mom kissed my forehead and then left.

Our plan, our overall strategy, can be summed up in six words: blatant seduction. When my body and my rather unusually large penis were exposed to my aunt, she couldn't help but think about those things. My aunt is human too; she's 37, the age when she desperately needs a man.

As the saying goes, you can't do two things at once. I kept wondering whether I should rush in with an erection or face her limp. What would my aunt's reaction be if I went in? What would the outcome be? Unexpectedly, I ended up ruining my carefully crafted weapon.

I cried, but then I thought, virtual things can never become reality, so I just laughed it off.

"Buzz buzz buzz." My phone vibrated restlessly on the computer desk. I saw it was my mom calling. I knew it was a signal; we'd planned it all along. As soon as my aunt entered the bathroom, I'd start preparing, and then… hehe.

So I started preparing. My heart was pounding like a rabbit's, and my hands were trembling. I lit a cigarette, trying to calm my nerves.

"Sis, why won't this lock go in?" I heard my aunt's voice.

"What's wrong? Oh dear, the lock's broken." My mom's acting was superb. "It's nothing, Jun Can's asleep. You go ahead and shower. I'll get a new one tomorrow."

Then I couldn't hear them anymore. I didn't move. The cigarette I'd lit was burning my hand. I threw the butt away, scalded. I was so nervous. "Just do it, it's not a big deal," I told myself silently.

So I quickly took off my clothes, walking towards the bathroom while gently stroking my penis. I decided to face my aunt with an erection; if I were limp, I probably wouldn't leave a lasting impression.

As I reached the bathroom door, I heard the sound of running water, and I hesitated again. My penis quickly shrank, then slowly returned to its original size.

"Hurry up and go in," Mom tiptoed to my side. Although she didn't say anything, I knew what she meant.

"I'll try," I thought. So I kept stroking my uncooperative penis, but no matter what I did, it remained half-erect.

Mom knelt down and took it in her mouth. In that instant, my penis seemed to recognize its owner, becoming as hard as a rock.

Then Mom stood up, patted my butt, signaling me to go in, and then quietly returned to the bedroom.

I pretended to be half-asleep, grabbed my penis, and pushed the door open, heading straight for the toilet.

"Ah, Jun Can." My aunt quickly covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other.

"Ah?" I pretended to be stunned and turned to look at her. My body was completely exposed in front of her. I didn't let go of my penis, and then, without her noticing, I gently covered my pubic hair with my palm to make it stand out even more. Then I stared at her intently.

"Jun Can, get out of here, Auntie is taking a shower." Her eyes met mine at first, then slowly began to move downwards. I chuckled to myself; this move was right.

"I pee... I pee..."

"Oh, go ahead and pee." My aunt stood there without moving. Although she covered her chest and private parts tightly with her hands, her breasts were so big that they only covered her nipples at most. From my brief observation, her breasts must feel amazing to touch. Even if she didn't cover her lower body, I wouldn't be able to see much, at most just a thick patch of pubic hair.

Never mind, I've already taken the first step and succeeded. With that thought, I grabbed my still-erect penis and started peeing into the toilet. After peeing, I shook my penis and glanced at my aunt again.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here, you brat! Auntie's taking a shower."

"Auntie's so pretty!" Then, like a little kid, I ran quickly out of the bathroom. It's like a boy giving a girl a love letter, shoving it into her hand, and then running away. That's what I was doing.

After I ran out of the bathroom, went back inside, and got dressed, I was about to tell my mom when I heard my aunt come out of the bathroom. I guess she'd ruined my mood for showering. So I turned off the computer, ready to replay that scene in my mind, and then use my hand to replace my aunt's vagina to ejaculate first.

The next morning, while my aunt was still fast asleep, my mother rushed into my room. Seeing me, she gave me a strange grin. Seeing her cheeky expression, I knew she wasn't bringing bad news.

"Did you scare her yesterday?" I asked softly.

"Anyone would be startled," my mother replied, slipping into my blankets and gently rubbing my penis. "But your aunt is alright."

"She didn't say anything to you?" I wasn't interested in whether my aunt was scared; I wanted to know how yesterday's first assault had gone.

"She said she was taking a shower, and you rushed in half-asleep, grabbed my penis, and started peeing."

"She's hiding the truth," I said.

"Hiding what truth?"

"She didn't say that I stared at her for a long time, and she stared at my penis for a long time too. In the end, I even said, 'Auntie, you're so pretty.'"

"Silly boy," Mom gently pinched my penis. "She did say it. She said she was really shocked that Juncan's penis was so big."

"Don't lie to me, it's impossible." I was a little incredulous. Even if Auntie and Mom are sisters, and they're as close as sisters, they can't just tell everyone everything. Especially since I'm her sister's child.

"Silly child," Mom laughed. "You don't understand women. What do you think men talk about when they're together?" Mom asked me.

"I don't know, just talking nonsense." But then I suddenly remembered that back in the army, a few of my fellow soldiers would always get together and brag about how many women they'd slept with at home.

"I think I understand a little." I gently stroked my mother's breasts through her clothes.

"Yeah, so women are the same." My mother reached up and lifted her nightgown, then unhooked her bra from behind to make it more comfortable for me to touch her. "Besides, your aunt didn't mean anything by it. She always treats you like a child, doesn't she? In her and your mother's eyes, aren't you always a child?"

"I'm your husband." I pinched her nipple hard. "What else did she say?" I hoped my mother would give me an even bigger surprise.

"She didn't say anything else. Anything deeper, I can't say." My mother smiled and got up, then kissed me. "But the best news isn't that. It's that your aunt is really a little flirtatious."

"Really?" I was a little incredulous .

"I guess so. It's just my intuition."

"Oh." I was a little disappointed that after all that, it was just her intuition. What good is intuition? Intuition doesn't make me sleep with her.

"Alright, alright, my good son, good things come to those who wait." Mom comforted me for a moment, then prepared to get out of bed.

"Mom..." I grabbed her.

"What?"

"Just a quick poke..." I grinned mischievously.

"You brat, your aunt will be up soon, sweetie, find a time." Mom laughed and slapped me, then wiggled her hips and left the room.

I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash up. My aunt got up too, clearly wanting to use the toilet.

"Up so early, Jun Can."

"Why are you up so early too?" My mouth was full of toothpaste foam, and I mumbled,

"Auntie needs to pee." Her tone was exactly the same as last night. I didn't know if I was overthinking it or if she was doing it on purpose.

"Then I'll go out first." So I took my water glass and brushed my teeth as I walked out.

In short, the atmosphere was a bit strange all morning, an indescribable feeling, probably mainly because I was just being presumptuous.

After breakfast, Mom and Auntie said they were going shopping, and I readily agreed, as it's one of my favorite things to do. Even though carrying all those bags for them might give me blisters, the feeling is still quite wonderful. The three of us abandoned the car and walked down the street, Mom and Auntie linking arms with me. But suddenly I felt that my left arm was holding me tighter than my right… I glanced down and saw that Auntie's right arm was linked with mine, and she was holding my arm tightly with her left hand, as if afraid I'd run away. Mom, on the other hand, was just gently linking arms with me with her left.

"Could it be that you've been conquered by that one-time encounter with that big cock?" I thought to myself .

We'd been shopping all day; they were practically shopaholics, buying everything they saw, and constantly trying to get me to wear things. If they saw a nice piece of clothing, they'd make me try it on, and then say it didn't look good. I not only had to carry all those bags following them, but I also had to run to the fitting room every now and then to change clothes for them. It was truly a case of "painful yet joyful."

After they expressed their dissatisfaction with the clothes I tried on for the 1808th time and shook their heads, they went straight to a lingerie store.

"This one looks nice, sister," my aunt said, picking up a thong and showing it to my mother. "Does it look good, Juncan?" Then she held it up and asked me,

"Ah... um..." Caught off guard by this sudden move, I was a little stunned. Being a grown man, I felt too embarrassed to go in and just nodded from the doorway. Even though I was standing there, I had an urge to go in and help them choose.

Wait, why are you showing me underwear? My mind started racing again.

"This one... this one, sister... and that one..." My aunt acted like a little kid, looking incredibly cute.

The two of them, without a word, immediately had the sales clerk wrap up whichever one looked nice, making everyone look at them strangely, as if underwear and bras would disappear from the world tomorrow.

"Oh, right, sis, we need to buy a new lock later, the bathroom lock is broken." My aunt said this after my mom and aunt came out of the lingerie store.

Hearing her say this made my heart sink. In my mind, if she had even a slight interest in me, she definitely wouldn't be nagging about changing the lock. Although I haven't studied psychology, I understand a little bit about things. If she had even the slightest interest in me, she definitely wouldn't be nagging about changing the lock. Because I guess she's realized I have some feelings for her. She's not stupid; if I were her, I would think that this kid might do the same thing again, so I simply wouldn't change the lock and wait for him. But now, by doing this, she's completely shutting me out. Forget about sleeping with her, even seeing her naked again is impossible.

"Yeah, Juncan, think about it, we'll buy a lock later." Mom said.

"Okay." I nodded. When I

got home that night, I didn't remember what I did, but I felt empty inside. The fact that the bathroom lock was fixed meant that my first step in my plan with Mom had failed.

"Son." My aunt takes a shower every day, it's her habit. Mom took advantage of this opportunity to sneak into my room.

"So annoying." I pouted, hugged her, and was about to take her right there and then.

"Stop fooling around." Mom stopped me, not letting me continue. "Mom has something important to tell you."

"Huh?"

"Your aunt was looking for that new nightgown she bought today. I said I didn't know which bag it was in, so I told her to go take a shower. I said I'd look for it for her, here you go." Mom said, taking her hand out from behind her back, holding a plastic bag

. "So what?" Actually, I had already lost confidence. It wasn't that I liked to give up halfway through things, nor was it that I was timid. If I were timid, I wouldn't have even thought about winning over my aunt. It's just that my aunt is very different from what I imagined. It was all just wishful thinking on my part.

"I'll tell you..." Mom whispered in my ear, and we smiled knowingly afterward.

"Sis, where's my new nightgown?" Auntie came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying her wet hair as she asked Mom.

"It's not in this room. Go ask Juncan if he mixed it up with the things I bought for him."

"Oh." After hearing Mom's words, Auntie went straight to my room. Since she never knocked, she pushed open my door, and what she saw was a naked boy sitting on the bed, staring at the computer, constantly stroking his large penis.

"..." Auntie was stunned by the scene before her. She stood there dumbfounded, unsure whether to go in or out.

"Ah." She didn't cry out, but I cried out instead. Actually, I was faking it, and then I quickly pulled up my pants. "What's wrong, Auntie?" I asked her, my face red. Actually, my face was really red, although I couldn't see it, I could feel it.

"No...no...nothing," she said three times in a row, and was about to leave

when her mother came over. "What's wrong, Xiaoyu?"

"Ah...no...nothing." Her aunt came to her senses, turned around and left.

"Hehe." I gave my mother a lewd smile and gave her a thumbs up

. "You brat." My mother laughed and scolded, then turned to chase after her aunt

. The following words were repeated to me by my mother the next day.

"Sister, do you think Juncan should get a girlfriend?" My aunt asked my mother from the bed.

"Why are you suddenly saying this?" My mother asked knowingly.

"I..."

"What?"

"I...I...okay...I saw Juncan in the room...masturbating."

"What's the big deal? Boys are boys."

"No...I. I just think that nowadays, boys his age usually have girlfriends. Kids these days are exposed to those things much earlier, unlike when we were young. It's not good for him to keep doing this."

"Him? He said he'll stay with me for life and won't find a girlfriend. I'm worried about that too." My mother said this in a very ambiguous way, leaving much to the imagination.

"Keep me company? Has Jun Can fallen in love with you?" Auntie's words were clearly a joke, but she fell right into her mother's trap.

"You brat, I'm his mother."

"I was just joking," Auntie said with a laugh

. "You can't just make jokes like that." Mom

said seriously, "What's wrong with that? It's just a joke, but maybe Juncan really has a mother complex?"

"What mother complex? He's just a child."

"You always treat him like a child, and I always treat him like a child, dressing so revealingly in front of him without any restraint. He's a person too, didn't you see? The other day when I was taking a shower... oh, his... his penis is so big." Auntie gestured with her hand.

"Hehe." Mom was silent.

"Have you ever noticed him stealing your underwear or anything?"

"What does he do with his underwear?" Mom pretended not to understand

. "To masturbate, of course."

"You brat, how do you know so much dirty stuff?" "

Hehe." Auntie chuckled and remained silent.

After Mom finished saying all this, I almost jumped for joy. Although there hadn't been any substantial progress, it was still a significant step forward. So Mom and I came up with another idea.

My aunt is very clean and changes her underwear every day. She never saves up these intimate garments to wash together; she has a special little basket for storing her clothes, where she puts her used underwear and bras. She washes the underwear she's worn all day along with the ones she'd taken off earlier after her evening shower. Since I don't have any fetishes and rarely pay attention to these things, I only know about this from my mother. This gave me my chance. So, when she wasn't in her room, I secretly stole her underwear. It felt like taking something that was rightfully mine—it was so easy. In her basket, there was only a light pink bra, and the only other thing was this lace panty that matched her bra. Hehe, this way she could easily notice the panty was missing. Where would she put it? She'd definitely think of me.

I went back to my room, sat on the bed, and brought the panties in my hand to my nose to smell them. They smelled good, fucking good. When I saw there was still some discharge on them, I, like a pervert, stuck out my tongue and gently licked them. My penis immediately got hard. I immediately pulled down my pants, wrapped her panties around my penis, and began to gently masturbate. I had never done anything like this before, but it wasn't anything difficult. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run, right? As I closed my eyes, fantasizing about my aunt being ridden by me, moaning as I fucked her, I heard my aunt's not-so-angry roar.

"Jun Can." My aunt stood at the door of my room, her hands around her small waist.

"Ah." I quickly pulled up my pants and then hid the panties behind my back.

"Give it back to your auntie."

"What?" I feigned ignorance.

"It's so dirty, listen to me." She must have seen me licking her panties with my tongue.

I really didn't expect my auntie to do this. I hadn't had much hope for this method; I thought she would pretend not to notice and just laugh it off. But things had developed so differently from what I had imagined. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Listen to me." My auntie reached behind me and grabbed her panties. "If you like, I'll give you clean ones. These are dirty, you idiot."

My already limp penis suddenly started to grow rapidly after hearing those words. I clearly remember the feeling.

"You..." My auntie wanted to say something, but when she saw the tent in my crotch, she stopped herself, took the panties, turned around, and quickly walked out of the room. I had

done almost everything I needed to do, and I even felt a little exhausted, bearing the dual pressure of mind and body. The psychological pressure was immense. I didn't know what my aunt thought of me. If this didn't work out and I couldn't sleep with her, how despicable would she think of me? As for the physical aspect, it goes without saying. With her here, I couldn't even sleep with my mother, and even if I did, it wouldn't be satisfying. I couldn't even stay at home and would have to go to a hotel. I couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively asked my mother if I could sleep with my aunt now.

My mother said that if I wanted to sleep with her, I had to create the perfect opportunity—or rather, find a way to get my aunt and me to sleep in the same bed. But that was definitely a problem

. "How about this," my mother and I whispered to each other, then we both smiled knowingly.

Around 4 pm, my mother dressed up and told my aunt that a friend was inviting her to dinner and she would be back late. Before leaving, she specifically told me to water the flowers on the windowsill in the bedroom. Actually, she wasn't going to dinner; she didn't have any friends here. She was just finding an excuse to go out and create an opportunity for my aunt and me. Success or failure depended on tonight. If my aunt couldn't handle it tonight, then this whole thing was off, and there was no going back. And the consequences of failure… just thinking about it gave me the creeps.

After she left, I didn't do anything, just played games in the room while my aunt watched TV in the living room. Around 8 pm, I felt it was about time, so I went to the bathroom, got a basin, filled it with water, and carried it to the bedroom.

"Ouch!" I cried out, and my aunt rushed over.

"What happened? Did you fall?" My aunt helped me up, looking at me soaking wet. The worst off was the bed; a whole basin of water had been absorbed by the bed, not even reaching the plants.

"It's nothing, I just slipped." I hastily wiped the water from my face. "Oh my god, this is terrible." I looked at the entire bed, soaked in water.

"It's okay, Auntie will change it in a bit."

"We don't have any extra blankets." I grinned; I was telling the truth.

"Ah..."

Just then, the phone rang. My aunt answered; it was my mother calling to tell her she wouldn't be home tonight. I initially thought she would tell my mother about this and ask if we had any extra blankets, but instead, my aunt nodded to indicate she understood and hung up without mentioning the incident again.

"Yay, mission accomplished!" I shouted inwardly.

"Thank goodness your mom isn't coming back today, so your auntie can only sleep in your room. Otherwise, she'd have to sleep on the sofa." My auntie pouted pitifully and said,

"How about you sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the sofa?" I used my bravado to say

, "Your bed isn't too small, sleeping on the sofa for a night would be uncomfortable." As she spoke, she dragged all the water-soaked bedding onto the floor.

The night was quiet, utterly still. I turned off the computer early and lay on the bed, wearing only my underwear. My excitement was indescribable. Although I still didn't know if I could actually sleep with her, things were progressing step by step in the direction my mom and I had planned.

As the door creaked open, a fragrant aroma wafted out. Even just smelling that faint fragrance made my penis stand up restlessly. Luckily, the light wasn't on, otherwise, another little tent would definitely be showing up in front of my auntie.

My aunt thought I was asleep, so she tiptoed to the bedside, took off her shoes, and slipped under the covers. Since there was only one blanket and the light was off, her hand accidentally touched my body as she got in. She immediately withdrew her hand.

She lay there quietly; I knew she was just like me, unable to sleep.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes… I don't know how much time passed, but neither of us moved. The room was so quiet we could even hear each other's heartbeats.

Should I make my move? I kept asking myself this question. But just as I was about to reach out, I stopped. I repeated this countless times; I even started to doubt if my aunt had fallen asleep. "Please don't be so carefree and fall asleep! We still have important things to do,

" I silently prayed. "Go ahead and touch me," my aunt's voice finally broke the tranquility of the night and the quiet room. Her sudden voice startled me.

"Huh?" I was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

"Silly boy, go ahead and touch me. Auntie knows you deliberately spilled water on the bed."

My trick was suddenly exposed, and I felt a little embarrassed.

"Do you still want Auntie to take the initiative?"

What's wrong with this world? I kept asking myself this question. This world is too crazy, truly too crazy. Does incestuous blood flow in my mother's entire family? Even now, I can't believe it's true. I don't know if I'm just too lucky, or if my mother and aunt are too promiscuous. Did I just stumble upon all these good things? Growing up, I lived in a very good family. I was waited on hand and foot. When I was in school, some classmates would steal things in the middle of the night to buy game tokens. Whether they got caught or not, the money they made from stealing things all night wasn't even enough for a pack of cigarettes. The only downside was that I had a hateful father who later had an affair with my mother, making life seem even better. Gradually, when my mother and I escaped my father's "clutches," I felt like the happiest people in the world. But now? What am I now? My mind was a complete mess. You want the impossible to become reality, but no matter how hard you try, it remains just a dream. Because in the end, you understand and sum it up in three words: impossible. But once that impossible becomes possible, you no longer feel how impossible it was, nor do you think it's illusory or unrealistic. Instead, you feel it's…too simple.

But now that things have developed to this point, it's so simple it's frightening. Never mind, isn't this what I wanted? Isn't this my ultimate goal?

So I gently turned over and timidly reached out my right hand to place it on her chest.

"Oh my god." I had expected to touch her pajamas first; I had imagined that feeling countless times. But unexpectedly, my palm directly touched a soft, wonderfully textured mound of flesh.

Damn, I didn't know when she had taken off all her clothes. My hand went straight to her unprotected breasts. The feeling came so suddenly, I couldn't take it. My heart was pounding, and my breathing was uneven.

In front of my mother, I was already an expert, there was nothing I wouldn't dare to do, nothing I didn't know how to do. But now, I was no different from a virgin, just like my first time with my mother. My palms were tightly gripping her breasts, not daring to move.

"Idiot." My aunt's tone was similar to my mother's. After saying that, she grabbed my hand and rubbed it back and forth against her chest. "Does it feel good?" my aunt asked. "Fuck

your mother, you're even more horny than your mother." I cursed inwardly. It seems like we're all from the same nest. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered with all that effort and would have just fucked you directly.

"Mmm." I answered softly.

"Let your aunt touch you." Saying that, she let go of my hand and quickly put her hand into my crotch. My penis was throbbing so hard it felt like it was about to burst.

I gently kneaded her breasts with my hands, teasing her nipples from time to time.

"Oh... um..." she moaned softly, then her hand, which was holding my penis, began to gently stroke it. I suddenly felt a bit like I did when I first made love with my mother.

My hand never left her breasts. I wasn't in a hurry; what's done is done, and besides, her breasts felt so good to touch.

"Quickly, help your auntie massage down there," she said breathlessly, and with her stroking my penis, I almost ejaculated.

"Mmm." My hand reluctantly left her breasts and slowly moved downwards. I don't know if it was because she had just taken a shower or if her skin was just naturally so good, but the slippery feeling was indescribable; it was more than just "pleasure."

I initially thought she had already taken off her underwear, but I was wrong again. The moment my hand touched her underwear, I skillfully slipped it between her skin and the fabric. However,

I couldn't feel any pubic hair, which felt strange. The area I was touching should definitely have pubic hair, which could only mean two things: she was either bald or had shaved it. Whatever, my goal wasn't her pubic hair, so my hand slowly moved downwards. My aunt cooperated by spreading her legs, and my fingers easily found her clitoris. I didn't rush to attack it; instead, my entire hand slowly moved down, gradually enveloping her vagina.

"Mmm… Jun Can… your penis is so big," my aunt moaned, sounding like she had just had an orgasm.

"Mmm." I could say whatever I wanted to my mother, but with my aunt, even though she was already mine, I still felt a little embarrassed.

Her lower body was already soaking wet, like she'd been coated in a whole bottle of Vaseline. Her juices had even flowed down to her anus. I didn't immediately touch her anus; I just lightly brushed over it while stroking her vulva with my palm. I gently stroked her entire vulva up and down with my palm, from her clitoris to the opening and back again. Her juices flowed more and more. Although I couldn't see, sometimes feeling is more accurate than seeing. I covered her vulva with my palm and gently tapped her opening with my middle finger, but I didn't insert it. Even just this, she was already moaning repeatedly.

"Mmm...oh...Xiao Jun...faster...mmm...insert it...give...Auntie...tap...oh..." As she moaned, the speed at which she stroked my hand increased, and her frantic movements made my penis ache.

I endured the pain and didn't immediately insert my fingers into her vagina. I gently rubbed her clitoris. Her clitoris wasn't as big as my mother's, and it didn't feel particularly good to the touch, but the stimulation it gave her was immense.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...ah ah...Xiao Jun..."

Hearing her moans, I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers. Gradually, her legs began to tighten, clamping my hand tightly, and the hand that was stroking my penis stopped moving.

"Ah...ah...ah...mmm...ah...ah..." Although there were no lewd words, her moans alone gave me immense stimulation. I was almost exhausted. I used all my strength, preparing to give her her first orgasm.

"Faster...faster...mmm ah...ah...ah...mmm...ah oh...ah..." Her legs clamped my hand tightly, her body twisting wildly, and her moans turned into low growls.

I knew she was coming, but her legs were limiting my speed, so I got up, braced myself on the bed with one arm, and used all my strength to squeeze between her legs with the other.

"Splash...splash...splash," a pleasant sound rang out intermittently.

"Faster...Jun Can...good Jun Can...ah...ah...faster...ah..."

With her final long moan, time seemed to stand still, everything paused.

"Oh...um..." My aunt hugged my neck and kissed my cheek. "You naughty Jun Can."

"Hehe." I chuckled.

"Want to come in, Jun Can?" My aunt spread her legs; she wasn't asking for my opinion, but wanted me to penetrate her immediately.

"Mmm." I had originally wanted to give her oral sex, but I thought there was plenty of time in the future, so it didn't matter when, and besides, my penis was already incredibly hard.

So, I knelt between her legs, guiding my penis towards her opening.

"Be gentle, Jun Can, your penis is too big, Auntie can't take it."

"Hey, why pretend to be a virgin?" I thought to myself. "Hmm." I responded.

The moment my penis entered her vagina, I even thought that maybe I wouldn't need lubricant for anal sex with my aunt, she was so wet, it had even spilled onto the bed.

"Oh..." My aunt tilted her head back and groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, Auntie..." I was about to say that it was too slippery, I didn't mean to go in all at once.

"No...no...um...it's okay...oh...move, Jun Can..." She thought it was my first time, she grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pushed forward, so my penis began to go in and out of her vagina.

My aunt's vagina wasn't as comfortable as I had imagined. Apart from having more vaginal fluid than my mother, it was no different from my mother's. The biggest difference was that she was my aunt, and the other was my mother.

"Mmm...ah...Jun Can...Jun Can's penis is so big...so full...oh..." Perhaps she thought I already knew what to do, so she released her hands from my buttocks, placed them on my thighs, and let out intermittent moans.

"Mmm...mmm...so comfortable...ah...oh...ah..."

I grabbed her hand, our fingers intertwined, and I increased the speed of my thrusting.

"Mmm...ah...Jun Can is so good...oh...mmm...Auntie...so comfortable...mmm...oh..."

I remained silent, unable to say what I wanted to say, I could only express it through my actions. My speed increased, but because Auntie secreted so much vaginal fluid, my penis went in and out of her vagina very smoothly, and the friction was very small, so I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate at all, while Auntie was almost at orgasm from being fucked by me.

"Faster...mmm...ah...Jun Can...good Jun Can...faster...oh...so comfortable...ah..."

"Mmm...good..." I released her hands, held her hips, preparing to bring her to a second orgasm.

“Good Jun Can… ah… um… Jun Can… too… oh… too deep… um… ah… inside my stomach… inside my stomach… ah… um…”

“Does it hurt?” I stopped and asked.

“No… it doesn’t hurt… move… move…”

“Slap slap slap.” “Um… ah… ah… um… oh… ah ah ah… um… Jun Can… um… faster… ah… comfortable… um… Jun Can is so… powerful… amazing… oh…”

In the dark room, there were only the sounds of bodies colliding and my aunt’s moans. As I thrust and manipulated her violently, she kept shouting, yelling, and screaming.

"Jun Can... ah... I can't... ah... I can't... ah... um... oh... ah... faster... ah... faster... coming... um... ah..."

"Huff... huff..." I didn't know how fast I could go. This was my fastest speed. She kept telling me to go faster. I had reached my limit. I kept panting.

"Come... coming... coming... Jun Can's... Jun Can's big cock... give it to me... give it to Auntie... give it to Auntie... ah... um... I'm coming... oh... oh... oh... ah... I'm coming... coming... ah..."

I knew she was about to climax, so I used all my strength.

“Jun Can… ah… Jun Can… you… you gave… Auntie. Ah. Ah. Hmm… Hmm… ah you gave Auntie… you came… you came… ah…”

“Coming… coming… huff…” Because the speed was too fast, it was hard not to come. I was holding back that pleasure, making the final sprint, answering her with my mouth,

“Shoot… ah… hmm… shoot… ah… hmm… shoot inside… ah… hmm… shoot inside… shoot inside… oh. oh…”

“Slap slap slap slap…” After a series of violent sounds of bodies colliding, my gates opened wide, and a warm stream gushed out, but I still did not stop thrusting, but became even more violent.

"Ah...ah...so good...ah...ah...so good...oh...comfortable...comfortable...um...I'm coming...ah...um..."

"Oh..." As the last drop of semen shot into her vagina, I collapsed onto my aunt, utterly exhausted, pressing against her two soft, large breasts. I felt as if I were suddenly possessed by a god, with an urge to do it again immediately.

"Oh...you stinky Juncan..." My aunt hugged me, just like my mother.

"Mmm, hehe." I rested my head on her shoulder, grinning foolishly.

"You almost burned me to death, Auntie..." My aunt slapped my butt.

"Was it good, Auntie?" I mustered my courage and asked.

"So good...you stinky Juncan...is this your first time?" My aunt's silliness was almost comical.

"Yes...ah...yes..." I didn't even know how to answer that question.

"Our Juncan lost his virginity today..." Although it was dark in the room, I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined she must have been incredibly slutty and wanton.

"Lost what virginity?"

"You lost your virginity, you gave it to your aunt." She was still trying to explain what "lost his virginity" meant.

"Huh?"

"Oh dear, it's leaking, it's leaking." My aunt reached down, trying to cover the semen leaking from her vagina, but she touched my penis first.

"Oh dear, you stinky boy, still hard." Saying that, she started stroking my penis with her hand.

"Hehe, um."

"Want to come in again?" My aunt asked me.

You really are a slut, do you think I'm not tired? I cursed inwardly, but this suited me perfectly. I hummed in agreement, and then she spread her legs and curled them up. I knelt on the bed again, ready to penetrate her once more.

"Jun Can."

"Hmm?"

"Can't you tell your mom about this?" My aunt instructed me just as I was about to insert it.

"Why?" I used my feigned ignorance trick.

"This kind of thing isn't good. Don't let anyone know. Nobody can."

"Not even my mom?" I realized I was good at acting tough.

"Nobody can, including your mom. If you tell, I'm leaving. If you don't, we'll keep it quiet. If you miss me, just tell me secretly, and I'll do it to you again."

"Okay, I know."

"Jun Can is so good. Then I'll let you in."

"Okay. I promise, you'll do it to me like this from now on."

"Okay, I keep my word. I love Jun Can the most, and this too." As she spoke, she touched my penis, which had been waiting at the entrance of her vagina for a long time.

"Auntie is the best."

"Come in... um..." My aunt thought I didn't know how to do it. She grabbed my penis and aimed it at her vagina. Just like before, she held my buttocks. My penis, with the help of semen and her vaginal fluid, slid in completely again.

"Mmm...oh...stinky Jun Can...mmm...stinky Jun Can...ah...even...mmm...even Auntie bullies you...oh...mmm..."

"I like Auntie..." Gradually, I started to dare to talk to her.

"Auntie...mmm...ah...Auntie also likes Jun Can...mmm...ah...Jun Can does it...mmm...Auntie...so...so comfortable..."

"Mmm...Auntie is the best..."

"Jun Can...mmm...ah..." Auntie grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, then pressed my hand down and rubbed it hard.

"Mmm...ah...oh...mmm...mmm...ah..."

Originally, I wanted to rub her breast with one hand and attack her clitoris with the other, but thinking about it, it would be more exciting to pretend to be a novice. So I put both hands on her chest, my penis going in and out of her vagina, and my hands kneading her perfect big breasts hard.

“Oh…ah…um…ah…do this…here…yes…um…it feels so good…um…Jun Can is so…so smart…um…ah…” She gestured for me to knead her nipples. I didn’t know if she was faking it or if she was really sensitive there. Anyway, it was different from my mother’s.

“Does it feel good…huff…does it feel good, Auntie…”

“It feels good…um…Jun Can…down there…oh…um…penis…faster…oh…oh…”

“Um…”

I lay on top of my aunt, not daring to kiss her. I held her buttocks with both hands, my fingers constantly rubbing her anus, but I didn’t insert them. Her anus was full of semen and vaginal fluid. As for whether it was semen or vaginal fluid, I had no idea. But her anus felt very good to the touch. I guessed she must have had anal sex quite often, because when I gently rubbed and pressed her anus, I could easily insert my middle finger.

"Mmm... Jun Can... Oh... Mmm..."

"Does it feel good, Auntie..."

"Mmm... Mmm... It feels good... Oh..." She reached her hand under me, and I knew she was definitely rubbing her clitoris. I slightly raised myself so her hand could easily reach its destination.

With each powerful thrust, my middle finger slipped into her anus, and surprisingly, she didn't resist. One of her hands frantically kneaded her full breasts, while the other hand continuously rubbed her clitoris under me. My penis thrust faster and faster in her vagina, and two of my fingers were already inside her anus, forcefully digging upwards inside, even touching my penis through a layer of flesh or skin. My fingers were digging upwards in her anus, which even gave me the illusion that her vagina was tightening. During the thrusting, my penis could clearly feel my fingers digging into her anus. I had never felt this before.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...ahhh...oh...faster...faster...Xiaojun...oh...ah...it's coming..."

Hearing these words always gave me a great deal of stimulation, or rather, a sense of accomplishment. A woman being brought to orgasm by you—that should be considered an achievement, right?

So I prepared to use my fingers to make a final push in her anus, then reward her with a third orgasm. But when my fingers were almost fully inserted, I touched something foreign. However, I quickly realized it was her poop...

I don't know if she felt it, but she was still moaning, urging me to hurry up. So I pulled out my fingers and held her hips.

“Jun Can… um… ah… Auntie… is… is coming… oh…”

“Um…”

“Oh… um… Jun Can… Jun Can’s… oh… big cock… oh… fucking… Auntie… um… ah… so… good… oh… um… Jun Can ah… um… later… oh… um later… Auntie… old… old. Let… ah. ah ah… let you fuck me… okay… um…”

“Okay.” Hearing her words, my lust burned to its peak.

“Um. Um. Ah… Jun Can… Jun Can gave… his virginity… oh… um. to… Auntie… Auntie… um… will… oh… let… Jun Can… ah ah… um… fuck… fuck Auntie…”

“Auntie is the best.” I started thrusting because I really didn’t have the strength to fuck anymore. If this were a year ago, she might have been fucked unconscious, but now, maybe it’s because I’ve done too much and her body can’t take it.

"Mmm...fuck...fuck Auntie to death...oh...Auntie...mmm...ah.ah.ah...Auntie from now on...is...oh...your...mmm...ah...ah...faster...mmm...Jun...Jun Can...Auntie's pussy...oh...your cock...mmm...ah...ah...ah ah ah ah...ah..."

I don't know if Auntie came or not. Judging from her moans, she probably did, but I ejaculated, just ejaculated...no semen...maybe there was, but it wasn't the feeling of semen gushing out, just the pleasure of ejaculation...

"Ah...oh...you're torturing Auntie to death..."

"Hehe..."

"Jun Can is the best." My aunt hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Do you remember what I said?"

"Yes, I remember." I stroked her breasts and whispered.

"If our Jun Can isn't the best, then who is?" A third voice came from the empty room where only the two of us were. It was a woman. Caught off guard, I was startled and got goosebumps all over. I'm not particularly brave, that's for sure.

"Ah..." My aunt was really scared this time and screamed,

"Holy shit..." I forget how I reacted at that moment.

"Snap." The light came on, and my mother appeared in front of us.

I saw that my aunt's face was pale and her lips were even a little purple, while my mother was trying not to laugh. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Although I couldn't see what I looked like, I felt that my face was as white as a sheet of paper.

"Sister...Sister...Sister...I...I..." My aunt didn't know what to say at all, grabbing the blanket and desperately trying to cover herself...

"Xiaoyu..." My mother looked very serious. "You..."

"Sister...I...I was wrong...I...Oh...Waaah..." My aunt burst into tears.

"Hahahaha..." My mother and I couldn't help but laugh. I also came to my senses and we both burst out laughing.

Our laughter stunned my aunt. She stared at us, not knowing what was wrong, tears still streaming down her face.

"You're my second wife, and Mom is my first wife," I joked. "

Silly girl, look how scared you are. Don't cry, your sister was wrong." My mother said, taking off her clothes until she was only wearing a bra and panties, and then jumped onto the bed.

"Sister?" My aunt hadn't recovered yet; she seemed quite frightened.

"Silly girl." Mom kissed me. "Don't cry, I was just teasing you. Weren't you scared?"

"I...I...you...boohoo..." My aunt had probably calmed down by then and burst into tears...

I leaned against the headboard, and Mom sat beside her, wiping her tears and comforting her.

"You scared me to death." My aunt pouted, looking incredibly cute and pitiful.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, I was wrong."

"You two?" My aunt still couldn't believe it .

"Do we need to put on a show for you?" Mom smiled and wiped away my aunt's tears.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't." I shrank back and waved my hands vigorously.

"Hmph, you little brat, you can't take it now, let's see what you do later." Mom took the tissue she had just used to wipe my aunt's tears and "threw" it at me

. "You're so mad!" My aunt kicked her feet on the bed like a little girl.

Later, I asked Mom why she made that entrance, because I was very curious. My mother's answer was that if she pretended that nothing happened that night, then whether I had sex with her or my aunt, it would still have to be done secretly. If I wanted to openly enjoy a happy sex life with both of them, her appearance in that situation would be perfect. I didn't expect that she had planned it all along. The old fox is indeed shrewd.

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