Family hot spring trip

Since my younger brother graduated from high school, although I managed to get him into a nearby school, he insisted on boarding. I originally wanted to use my parents' influence to stop him, but for some reason, they agreed. So, poor me could only watch helplessly as my brother moved out of the house. What's worse, from then on, my parents, with their free time and space, became like a pair of beasts in heat, making love there every night, making my vagina... The tension had been building up, but thankfully my younger brother was on a long holiday, and my parents had arranged a hot spring trip for it. Wanting to use the opportunity to make love with him, I naturally agreed to join the tour. On the day of departure, my mother, who had taken the day off, drove her car to pick up my brother from his dorm and take him to our destination. My brother and I took the subway to work first. After my mother finished using the car, she had a designated driver take it to her company to meet my father, and then they would drive me to our destination.

After finally finishing school, organizing the documents, and completing the leave application, my father drove to pick me up. He looked really handsome in his well-fitting suit, and his neatly shaved beard added to his charm. Seeing me lost in thought, he gently honked the horn, and I quickly got into the car.

In the passenger seat, Dad kept glancing at the alluring figure wrapped in the duvet cover out of the corner of his eye. Feeling his gaze reminded me of his nightly battles with Mom, and it made me incredibly aroused. Halfway through the drive, taking advantage of the twilight light, he drove the car onto a small road leading to a high platform. On the platform, we got out of the car, and bathed in the city night view, we sat on the hood of the car, sipping our canned coffee. At that moment, I took the initiative to kiss my father's penis, although... My brother's penis was thick, but its length, hardness, and temperature were in no way inferior to my brother's. My father, realizing my actions, simply stroked my head gently, as if caressing me when I was a child. Following the rhythm of his hand, I swallowed and released. In an instant, the caress turned into heavy pressure. I knew he was about to ejaculate. So, at the moment of ejaculation, I sucked on his penis. My father's semen slid down my throat, without the strong fishy smell of my brother's, and the amount was not as much.

I lay on the hood of the car, while my father, oblivious to everything else, pulled down my pantyhose and underwear, then drove straight in. As he penetrated, he tore at my shirt and bra. I enjoyed his violation; at that moment, we abandoned all morals and ethics, thrusting and pounding like wild dogs. Finally, my father pressed me down on the car, pinching my breasts, and countless drops of semen poured into what was once my brother's secret garden.

Afterwards, guilt welled up inside me towards my mother and brother, but my father told me not to worry, after all, enjoying the hot spring was secondary; swapping "wives" was the main point!

Three hours ago...

After having a designated driver take the car back to the company, my son and I went to the room to put our luggage away. After we finished, my son wanted to stay in the room to watch the game, leaving me to soak in the women's bath alone. Since there weren't many people in the women's bath and everyone around me was a woman, I just put on a towel and went into the bath. There were only a few women in the bath, probably because men weren't allowed in. We were basically just wearing towels in the bath. We chatted casually in the bath, from the reason we came here to the skills and length of our male companions, nothing was off-limits. As we chatted, I felt a little dizzy. Just as I felt unwell and was about to reach the edge of the bath, I suddenly fainted and fell into the bath.

I learned from the front desk phone that my mother had fainted in the bathtub and was in the infirmary. Fortunately, it was just heatstroke and choking on water, and she was otherwise fine. The female staff member had covered her with a bathrobe from the hotel, and her personal belongings were sent back to her room. At the staff member's instruction, I carried my mother back to the room. On the way, my mother seemed to mistake me for my father and said some private things that only the two of them could say, which made me feel so embarrassed.

Back in the room, I placed my mother on the bed with an ice pack under her head. Looking at her on the bed, her already voluptuous figure was accentuated by the ill-fitting yukata, making her even more alluring. Seeing this, I felt compelled to go to the bathroom alone and masturbate. Unlike my usual sexual fantasies, I imagined my mother temporarily taking the place of my sister, disregarding the ethical boundaries of family ties. I tore open the yukata and violated the woman I had called "Mom" for nineteen years. Just before ejaculating, my mother called out to me in a weak voice.

It turned out Mom was groaning about a headache, so I asked her to slowly unbutton her bathrobe and lie naked on the bed. Ignoring my embarrassment, Mom calmly completed the task. Then, I used the gua sha ointment the staff had given me, dipped it in a comb, and started scraping Mom's neck and back. But whether intentionally or not, Mom started making noises as if she were having sex with Dad. I started moaning. Although the room was well soundproofed, my lower body, which had slightly subsided, began to erect again, pressing against my mother's buttocks. So, while I was scraping my skin, I deliberately rubbed my lower body against my mother's buttocks. At this moment, my mother suddenly shouted to stop me. I knew I would probably be scolded by my mother, but her lips did something unexpected... suddenly... A deep kiss, her tongue suddenly attacking my mouth, her hands not to be outdone, caressing my penis. Just before I was about to ejaculate, she stopped all movement and whispered in my ear: "If you're going to masturbate, you have to masturbate the right place, right? Don't you know how to do it after doing it with your sister so many times?"
Encouraged by her, I forcefully pulled down my mother's pants and pressed her onto the bed. Under the gentle guidance of my mother's right hand, I returned to the homeland that had nurtured me for more than ten months. Compared to my sister's aggressive lower body, my mother's gentle embrace made me so immersed. I couldn't bear to move too fast, and she adapted to my rhythm. The rhythm of our bodies and our moans perfectly complemented each other. Unlike when I made love with my sister, where we fought for the initiative, mother and son guided each other, and finally, we both reached our climax at the same time, as if climbing a mountain.

The door opened.

My sister and father walked in at the same time. Judging from their disheveled appearance, it seemed that the father and daughter had been intimate for quite some time. But seeing their surprised expressions at the moment of climax made me feel a sense of smugness.

But this feeling didn't last long. Father and daughter started kissing. I abandoned the tenderness of the first time and the lingering aftertaste of my mother, and began the second round. The identities of father and daughter, mother and son, no longer mattered. We were just two riders, riding the women beneath us. The women's increasingly rapid moans were an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac for the men who violated them. During this process, although my mother came several times, my sister seemed to float and sink in a sea of orgasms, gradually going crazy with each wave of climax. Her original hairstyle gradually came loose, her clothes gradually became disheveled, and she cried out: "Daddy, husband, I'm coming, I'm coming in front of my brother, husband!"

while letting the overflowing fluids from her lower body splatter all over the room.

The four of them had no other choice but to relax in the private hot spring bath in the room, at the father's suggestion.

While washing, the siblings and the couple began to engage in caresses under the guise of washing, but maintained a restraint in preventing each other from reaching orgasm. After rinsing off the foam, the father and son sat in the bath, while the mother and daughter, as if understanding something, began to mount each other. The father and son returned to the familiar female body, and the mother and daughter passionately kissed and caressed each other's breasts during penetration. Encouraged by this, the father and son, their penises engorged even more by the warmth of the hot spring, launched an even more ferocious attack. They simultaneously sandwiched the mother and daughter between them, while the father and son, from behind and in front, intensified their assault on the vaginas. When the mother and daughter reached orgasm, they unhesitatingly switched places, inserting their penises into each other's vaginas. Soon, the vaginas of both mother and daughter were filled with a mixture of hot spring water and their semen, and they lost count of how many orgasms they had experienced.

Late at night, the four of them lay naked on the same bed, embracing with a mixture of familial affection and a touch of sexuality. Who says that love in sex must be romantic love?

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