Abby and her mother

"Incest is the best feeling!"

This was a phrase we often used to tease a boy when discussing sex.

Our understanding of sex was limited to looking at each other's genitals and masturbating.

We would always gather in a secluded spot, whispering about sex knowledge we'd heard or seen, and inevitably end up talking about Abby's sister. She had a large bust, often wore tight short skirts, and had a great figure.

So we'd tease Abby with "Incest is the best feeling!"

Later, we'd find a place—sometimes the bathroom, sometimes the bed, or the toilet—to imagine Abby's sister's beautiful appearance while masturbating, hoping we were Abby, able to get close to her and play penetration games.

Abby's sister had been sexually assaulted by each of us countless times in our minds. I wonder if Abby ever fantasized about having sex with his sister like we did, because every time we talked about his sister, he would argue with us. However, because he didn't dare to firmly refuse to argue, this attitude made me suspicious!

One day during summer vacation, I went to Abby's house to invite him to play by the river. I knocked on the back door, but no one answered. Only the old fan installed by the window for ventilation made a "creak...creak..." sound. I knocked again, but still no one answered.

Just as I was about to turn away, suddenly, a burst of laughter came from deep inside the house. I stopped to listen. The laughter was like a babbling brook, coming in waves. Various strange and terrifying feelings overwhelmed my heart. I was afraid and didn't know whether to go in or leave. Finally, I mustered up my courage and knocked on the door again, but still no one answered. Then the laughter came again—

I gently pushed the door, and it opened easily because it wasn't locked. I stepped into the kitchen, but the floorboards made a "creak" sound, giving me goosebumps and chills. Then the laughter came again, longer and clearer. At this moment, a sense of chivalry welled up in my heart. Perhaps I should go and save Abby and his family from being harmed.

Summoning a bit of courage, I slowly moved into the corridor, towards the dark corners. The old fan was still whirring. Reaching the inner door, I became even more terrified. The sounds were not only clearly emanating from inside, but also mixed with the shaking of the bed. I stood frozen for a long time before slowly peeking through the crack in the door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst.

On the bed were two naked, sweating figures. Abby's mother lay there, her large breasts swaying like waves with the movement of the bed, her dark nipples pointing erect to the ceiling.

Her fingers, adorned with red nail polish, gripped the other man's buttocks tightly, pressing against her parted legs.

Her eyes were closed, and with each thrust of the buttocks against her, she let out a moan of "Mmm... Ah..."

The man on top of her was thrusting up and down, each movement causing the bed to creak.

This was the first time I'd ever witnessed naked sex, so I was completely stunned.

It took me a while to realize how familiar the movements, the figure, the smell were. Calming myself, I looked closer, and there he was—Abby—the man thrusting his huge penis into his mother's overflowing, wet cunt!

Abby's mother began to violently twist and turn, her mouth wide open, moaning "Mmm...ah...mmm..." as she gripped Abby's buttocks tightly.

"Cum for Mommy!" she moaned, "Fuck Mommy's cunt hard! Abby!"

Amidst their moans, the sounds of intercourse, the rubbing of their bodies, and the creaking of the bed, I knew I could scream.

They wouldn't hear me, but I didn't. I was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the mother and son, twisting and turning, thrusting their hips until they both reached orgasm.

I forced myself to stay awake, my head throbbing, my penis hard and throbbing, and slowly walked away, step by step.

The intense shock gripped my mind, and it took several days to recover. After all, the sexual scene was too much for someone my age at the time.

Several times, I really wanted to tell Abby that I had discovered their secret, but I just couldn't muster the courage to speak.

Then, one afternoon, I sat in the bathroom, and the scene of that mother and son committing adultery flashed before my eyes without warning. My penis immediately became hard and erect. I clearly remembered the smell and the sounds, and my hand unconsciously began to stroke and rub my penis.

When I came to my senses, my penis immediately ejaculated a hot, thick stream of semen.

For a long time afterward, I would fantasize about that scene, as if they were committing adultery in front of me, and then masturbate to pass the time…

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