[05-31] 【A Real Story of a Mother's Daughter】

Chapter One: Mother

I touched my face; the burning handprint from the slap still throbbed with pain. I hated my father; he would beat and scold me at the slightest
provocation . Sometimes, even the smallest mistake wouldn't go unpunished. Not only me, but my mother
, my sister, and my brother all suffered the same fate. Sometimes I wondered how my mother could endure him.

A breeze picked up outside. I slowly drew the curtains, gently wiped away my tears, and prepared to take a
hot shower to forget the day's troubles.

I went into my room and grabbed a few pieces of underwear and pajamas. Suddenly, a slight pain shot through my chest. I touched it
; it seemed to be from an accidental bump when I was being beaten. Tears instantly welled up uncontrollably.

I rushed into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. On the way, I vaguely saw my mother looking at me sadly.

I closed the door, took off my clothes, and looked in the mirror, where I saw that bruise again. I quickly
turned on the shower, stepped into the bathtub, and closed my eyes, letting the cool water wash over me. Faintly, I
thought heard myself sobbing.

"Why can't I have a happy home like other eighteen-year-old girls? Why?
"

"Knock, knock, knock," came a few knocks at the door. It was my mother's voice: "May I come in?"

"Mom? Come in."

My mother opened the door and then closed it again. I wiped the water droplets from my face and saw my mother looking at the bruise on my chest
with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!" I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Ignoring my wet clothes, I hugged my mother tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've never stood up for you these past few years. I'm so bad
."

"No, no, I know you've suffered a lot too, Mom. I've never blamed you.
"

...And so, we hugged each other for a while.

After a while, my mother let go of me, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, saying, "Do you remember how much you loved taking baths with Mom when you
were little ?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Can I fulfill my responsibilities as a mother one more time?"

I didn't answer, but instead helped my mother unhook her bra.

My mother should be forty-one this year, but she has always maintained a youthful appearance, and her figure has never changed
. Sure enough, when I unhooked her bra, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang out.

I immediately helped my mother take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin,
bright red nipples, and long, beautiful legs exuded the charm of a mature woman.

My mother stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, and then gently hugged me. In that instant,
I felt incredibly peaceful.

My mother's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.

I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.

"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One arm embraced my mother, and the other hand involuntarily reached
between her legs.

In that moment, we seemed to find solace in each other,
an outlet for the pain that had accumulated over the years. We forgot our identities, the distance between us, and our kinship.

My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my hardened nipples
, my waist, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my…

The cool water made my mother's body slippery, her soft labia covered in sticky fluid. I
traced small circles around her clitoris with my middle finger, and with a little force, slid it into my mother's vagina.

In an instant, my mother groaned "Ah!" Her five fingers, which were holding my breast, tightened. My
feelings were soaring to the heavens. I trembled and groaned, and I raised my left leg and hooked it around my mother's thigh, so that my genitals
could rub against the outside of her thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers moving in and out of my mother's vagina to two. I
found that my fingers were covered with sticky love fluid.

My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, and we lost our balance and both fell down.
Thus , my fingers slid out of my mother's vagina, and she parted my legs, bringing her tongue
to my genitals.

My mother, as expected of someone so experienced, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling the outside of my labia majora.
Only when I couldn't bear it any longer, my breathing becoming heavier, did she begin her assault on my clitoris.

I felt my lower body already leaking fluids, mingling with my mother's saliva to moisten my sensitive area
. My mother's tongue moved faster and faster, occasionally probing inside me. I couldn't resist; my hips
unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of her tongue. I caressed my breasts, my wet pubic hair
, and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm. I moaned and
gasped, "Ah! Ah!" No, I couldn't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally reached my climax. I pulled
my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her deeply.

My mother's lips were covered in my vaginal fluids. A strange smell mixed with a sour taste made
me unconsciously insert my fingers into my mother's vagina again.

Her vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire. I moved back and forth,
sucking on her dark red nipples. I sucked hard, and a little milky fluid overflowed from her nipples.
My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying supreme pleasure.

Her love juices flowed continuously, making her lower body increasingly soft, her entire labia turning a deep red.
I casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Unexpectedly, following her vaginal fluids,
the soap "plop" slid into her vagina, leaving only a third of it outside.

At the same time, my mother let out a loud "Ah!"

I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs so that my genitals met my mother's.
Whether it was the soap or our love juices, the slippery feeling made our friction smoother and
more intense.

I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect, and we
could . Our moans, the sound of the water splashing, and the friction of our vaginal fluids made our
pleasure unbearable; we reached another climax.

My mother and I washed each other for a while longer. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she was my mother, how could I...
Mom seemed a little embarrassed. Had we gone too far? Or perhaps we weren't ignoring
our family ties, but rather trying to bridge the generation gap of the past few years in another way?

We dried ourselves off, put on our pajamas, and I led Mom into my room: "Mom,
can you sleep with me tonight?"

Mom smiled and nodded.

Chapter Two: My Brother

I never imagined that one day I would enjoy sexual pleasure with my mother, and now we not
only masturbate each other, but we even enjoy it immensely. Although Mom and I were both a little embarrassed, the
intense and excruciating climax we had just experienced prompted me to lead Mom to my room.

Mom didn't seem willing to give up either, and silently put on her pajamas and followed me into the room.

I don't know if what happened in the bathroom just now was called having sex. I had an unprecedented climax, but my
hymen probably hadn't broken yet.

I casually closed the door and looked back to see Mom taking off her pajamas, preparing to get into my bed. My mother was only
wearing a half-cup bra, two small pieces of pink fabric that couldn't cover her large breasts at all, the deep
cleavage like a burning fire.

Her panties were also pink, almost translucent, and the tantalizing glimpses were incredibly alluring
.

As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual
arousal . So when I saw my mother's alluring body, an unnamed desire arose spontaneously.

I took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my panties, and crawled into bed.

"Mom, I...I want more," I shamelessly told her. I knew today
might love.

My mother took my hand and led me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened
her mouth and licked my fingertips with her tongue. Then she took my hand to her slender neck, her smooth shoulders, and then her
breasts and nipples.

I freed one hand and began to caress my mother's breasts, rubbing and playing with them. I buried my head between
them , carefully biting and licking.

My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She parted her legs and straddled my lower abdomen
. I felt her panties were soaked, rubbing against my stomach, the water stains
revealing her red lips, almost spilling .

Trembling, I pulled down her panties, the scent of soap from her recent shower wafting towards me. I moved my body
, bringing my mouth to my mother's vulva, using my tongue to comb through the pubic hair near her labia majora.

My mother swayed her hips even more violently, kneading her full breasts and pinching her hard, red nipples,
making soft, meaningless "mmm, mmm" sounds

. Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery and wet. I straightened up, moving my erect right breast
towards my mother's vaginal opening, continuing to rub my hard nipple against her sensitive area. Her soft breast
met her hot labia, becoming one.

My left hand wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We
felt the passion within us, awaiting our ecstatic climax.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. Turning around, I saw my fifteen-year-old penis staring at us, mouth
agape completely bewildered.

In that instant, my mother and I wished we could disappear into a hole in the ground. We felt our bodies burning
with shame .

For a long while, we stared at each other, speechless.

Finally, Mom, being the more experienced one, stepped off me, covered my private
parts , and then said softly and casually, "What's wrong? Want to talk to your sister or Mom?"

My brother then snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with tears, and said to Mom and me, "Sister, Dad, Dad hit me again
. Mom, it hurts so much!"

"Come here, let Mom see."

Seeing the bruises all over my brother's body, Mom and I couldn't hold back our tears again. Mom, despite being
naked, hugged my brother tightly, and I hugged them back. After what seemed like an eternity,
Mom took off my brother's coat and said, "It's getting late, let's sleep together tonight."

The light was turned off, and my brother lay between us, tears still streaming down his face, his eyes closed.

For a long, long time, I couldn't fall asleep. The series of stimuli had left my whole body
feeling tingly. I subconsciously touched my genitals and found they were still wet. Just as I was wondering what was wrong, suddenly a plump,
smooth thigh stretched across me. I turned my head and was surprised to find my mother's legs spread apart, her hands
stroking herself up and down.

I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over my half-asleep brother and pressed myself against my mother. My breasts touched
her a surge of pleasure rushed up.

Our genitals were soaking wet. Without further caressing, we quickly moved our fingers in and out of each other's
vaginas . I tightly gripped my mother's two fingers with my labia, and suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if
my hymen had been broken by my mother. I couldn't help but cry out.

My brother was immediately awakened and looked at my mother and me in surprise again.

But this time we couldn't hold back anymore. Neither of us paid attention to my brother and continued to do as we pleased. Even more
brazenly, I unconsciously reached into my brother's underwear and grabbed his
penis, which seemed to have thickened. I touched my brother's urethra with my fingers and found a few drops of sticky fluid.

"Oh, oh," my brother groaned.

After a while, my younger brother took off his pants and squeezed between my mother and me. Suddenly,
his mouth was right in front of my wet, throbbing vulva. He didn't hesitate to lick it.
His already developing penis was pressed against my mother's lips. She closed her eyes, hesitated
for a few seconds , but lust overcame her incestuous feelings, and took his glans into her mouth.

Being a virgin like me, he quickly ejaculated, his hot semen splashing all over my mother
's face. She didn't care, continuing to tease his glans with her tongue. The room was filled with a strange
smell of semen.

My brother, being young, quickly regained his erection. This time, I turned around, positioning my buttocks and
genitals against his, while my mouth was against my mother's wet vulva. I sucked on her...
My labia minora were wet with the scent of semen, and my brother instinctively inserted his newly erect penis into my vagina. A strange yet
intense pleasure surged through my entire body. I screamed, I groaned, I twisted my waist with all my might, and I relentlessly
bit my mother's clitoris.

Perhaps because my brother had just ejaculated, this time he lasted for more than three minutes. Finally, I
lay on the bed, almost exhausted. My mother was also panting, wiping her labia with the blanket. My brother, due to excessive indulgence
, or perhaps because it was his first time, ejaculated a second time between my legs and then fell asleep
without out.

A soft thing was inserted inside me, and I felt an indescribable itch. With my brother's
hot semen flowing inside me, I couldn't bear to pull out his penis.

Drowsily, I gradually fell asleep as well.

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