The refreshing feeling of summer

I remember reading on TV or in a book that humans are, after all, animals,
and reproduction is always the most important task for a species. Love might just be an emotion that arises for the purpose of reproduction.
Women who carry a child for ten months, are actually more emotionally invested in their children than men. After giving birth, mothers
primarily focus their care on their children.

And historically, men have been the breadwinners while women have been homemakers. Children are indeed mostly closer to their mothers
. Even excluding divorces, I think that couples who have been together for a long time are more like
incredibly close friends. The so-called mutual respect is simply about two people living happily and respectfully together.
Love transforms into familial affection; the intense rosy hues always fade, leaving only patience and companionship.

In my relationship with my mother, neither of us was proactive. To be honest,
I wasn't entirely sure what my mother was thinking at first. My desire for her was present from a very young age. And what about my mother's feelings
for me? Is it really because my mother has been single for so many years that I had an opportunity? I think that's
partly true, but definitely not the whole story. My mother hasn't remarried in all these years
because she can't bear to abandon my sister and me. After all, if she remarried, my sister and I would be
a burden, which wouldn't be good for anyone.

I think my mother has been very lonely all these years.
When must have been a time when both of us had someone to rely on. There was a bit
of guilt in my mother's heart about our relationship, though I've long since let it go. Perhaps I should have expressed that to her, but
some things are better left unsaid when two people are very close; understanding is enough.

Speaking of which, my last intimate encounter with my mother made me even more infatuated with her body. Even
after returning to my grandmother's house, I was still savoring the taste of sex with her—her soft breasts and full, round buttocks. With the energy
of youth , once you've tasted that wonderful sensation, how could you possibly stop? However, my relationship with my mother couldn't be known by others, so I wouldn't reveal anything

in front of others. When we got back to my maternal grandparents' house, they had gone out to buy groceries. My sister was watching TV. When she saw my mother and me come back together, she asked us where we had been. My mother said she had gone home to get some things and would sleep there that night. She told my sister to pack her clothes. My sister agreed and went upstairs to pack without thinking much of it. When I saw my sister go upstairs and my maternal grandparents weren't there, I immediately hugged my mother. My mother seemed startled , but she didn't push me away. She just gently held my hand and told me to be careful. I knew what my mother meant, and I certainly didn't want others to know. So I only hugged my mother for a short while before going upstairs to help my sister pack her clothes. Speaking of which , I almost had sex with my sister last time, and I haven't talked to her about it yet. I don't dare tell my sister about my relationship with my mother, and I don't dare tell my mother about my relationship with my sister. Although my mother probably knows a little about my inappropriate thoughts about my sister, she probably didn't expect that my sister and I were so close to going all the way. Moreover, I don't think my mother will understand my relationship with my sister just because we had that kind of relationship. After all, my sister is still a virgin and will get married in the future . Actually, I am struggling with this myself, but this struggle seems very hypocritical. My sister also indulges me. If my sister openly rejects me, I would never dare to cross the line. My sister and I were tidying up clothes together. I was thinking about my mother and sister, feeling confused and unable to sort things out. I decided to just let things take their course. Suddenly, I realized I was holding a pair of women's underwear . It was black and felt very thin. I unfolded it and realized it probably wasn't my mother's size. But I knew that underwear that looked small might not fit properly. My sister saw me examining the underwear, blushed, and snatched it from me. Seeing her embarrassed expression, I asked, "Sister, is this yours?" She glared at me but didn't answer, putting the underwear back in her bag. I hadn't expected my sister to wear such sexy underwear. So I moved closer to her and quietly hugged her from behind. She struggled slightly but then gave in. I had just been with my mother, so I didn't really have any desire to do anything bad. I just wanted to hug my sister. I smelled her fragrance and realized I couldn't give her up. I wanted to be her first man. But I didn't want to force my sister. Although she didn't refuse to be intimate with me, she always refused to go all the way. I had to think of a way. While I was holding my sister and thinking of some naughty ideas, she had already packed her clothes and was just quietly letting me hold her. Just as I was about to say something, my grandparents came back. My sister took my hand away, turned around and looked at me: "Go downstairs, take your clothes down first." I could only obediently nod and help my sister carry the clothes downstairs. Originally, my grandparents wanted us to stay at their house, but my uncle and his family were coming today, and there weren't enough beds, so the three of us went back to our own house first. I don't know what my mother went to my uncle's house for last time. Maybe I once secretly watched my uncle and aunt having sex. My mother caught them in the act. Thinking about it now, it's quite funny. Not long after lunch, my uncle and his family arrived. It had been a long time since I'd seen them, and the whole family chatted happily. They were talking about how they'd accidentally seen my aunt naked before. She'd lost weight, but her figure was still very voluptuous. My uncle was truly lucky to have married such a wife. The memory of her large breasts and round buttocks from last time made me fantasize. I couldn't help but compare my aunt's figure to my mother's, feeling that my mother was definitely better. Just as I was indulging in these fantasies, my cousin asked me to take him out to play. I immediately snapped back to reality; fantasizing about my cousin's mother like that wasn't appropriate. So I took my cousin out to play. But as I grew older, I realized there weren't many fun places in the countryside . I took him to play by a small pond for a while. Back then , there were small fish and crabs in some of the holes in the pond, and unlike in the city, the water in the village streams was crystal clear. Watching my cousin barefoot, using a stick to catch crabs, I felt quite dirty compared to this innocent little brother . Just moments ago, I was fantasizing about other people's mothers. Sometimes I don't know if it's just my nature or something that influences me, but I don't regret it anymore. I watched my cousin play like that for an entire afternoon. Kids can be entertained by new things for a long time. Thinking about it...

I think so too. For me, sex with my mother is my biggest interest right now. And not just my mother,
this summer I want to get my sister too. Later, my aunt called us back because my cousin hadn't
finished his homework yet. She told him to go back and have my sister help him with his homework. While cooking dinner, my cousin was doing his homework at the table, and
my sister was teaching him. I sat next to my sister, and my sister and uncle were cooking. My uncle is a very good cook,
and my sister and I both tasted the food. My grandparents were watching TV, and my aunt went shopping. Watching my sister teaching my cousin
, I wondered what my sister really thought of me. My sister is different from my mother. My sister loves me no less than
my mother . My sister is at the age where she's just starting to experience romantic feelings. She only knows the basics of that kind of thing,
but she lets her brother do so many things that siblings shouldn't do. Is it really just because she spoils me too
much ? Just like with my mother, I don't dare to ask her this question.

Feeling a bit bored, I went into the kitchen and saw my uncle cooking and my mother lighting the fire. I sat down
next to her and helped her gather firewood. There was a small wall separating the stove and me, so my uncle couldn't see us. I
boldly put my right arm around my mother. She flinched slightly and tried to pull my hand away, but I wouldn't let her. I pressed myself
close to her body. Afraid of being seen, she whispered, "Go outside, do you hear me?"
I found her flustered look amusing and mischievously shook my head. Seeing this, she
tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek hard. She didn't dare
say a word and could only let me be so affectionate. However, I didn't go too far and only kissed her once. The embarrassed
look on her face made me feel quite smug. At this moment, my uncle told me to take the dishes out. I obeyed and let go of my mother, obediently serving
the dishes so everyone could start eating.

It had been a long time since we'd eaten together with so many people. Dinner was quite delicious. After dinner, my cousin
was called back to do his homework, and the rest of us sat together chatting.
Before we knew it, it was dark. The village roads are difficult to navigate at night, so after chatting for a while, the three of us went home. I walked behind my mother and sister on the dark
path, the old streetlights casting a swaying glow on them.

When we got home, my sister went to take a shower, which made things easier for me. There's a tap in the backyard with a hose. To
be honest I was quite tired today, so after showering, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

For the next few days, we mostly ate at my maternal grandmother's house and slept at our own homes. My older sister kept
tutoring , so I didn't have a chance to try anything with her. My mother, perhaps because there were so many people in the house,
didn't dare to be too intimate with me. After a few days, I was already feeling a bit unbearably aroused after just tasting the pleasures of carnal desire. Moreover, it was so hot, and
my mother and older sister were dressed lightly, their exposed skin tempting me to commit a crime. Now, with
my aunt added to the mix, wearing only a bra and a short-sleeved shirt, her large breasts swayed back and forth as she walked, making my eyes
water.

One evening, after dinner, the villagers were chatting in the open space. Everyone
brought their own stools and fans and sat together to talk about everyday things. Feeling a bit bored, I went back to my grandmother's house to
watch TV. When I got there, I heard noises upstairs. I thought no one was home and wondered
who it was. I listened carefully and heard the sound of running water. I thought it might be my aunt. Men usually
go outside in their underwear to take cold showers in the summer. So I tiptoed upstairs and found my aunt
hadn't even closed the door. She probably thought no one was home and wasn't paying attention. This gave me an easy opportunity. I slowly
walked to the door and peeked through the crack. The first thing I saw... My aunt's two enormous
breasts looked even bigger without her bra; they were the biggest I'd ever seen. She had a
little bit of extra flesh around her waist, but it didn't detract from her overall beauty. Her buttocks were a whole size bigger than my mother's, making her look
very voluptuous. Her skin was slightly darker than my mother's, but it looked round and healthy. My aunt was facing away from me, so I
couldn't see exactly what her genitals looked like, but I could tell she had a lot of pubic hair. I glanced at them a few times, and my penis
got hard, but I only dared to look for a moment. Besides, my aunt was almost finished washing herself
, so I didn't dare to look any longer. I carefully went downstairs, and as soon as I left my grandmother's house, I started
running , afraid of being seen.

When I got back to the open space, I wasn't really in the mood to chat with anyone. My mother noticed I was acting
strange and asked me what was wrong. I saw my sister staring at me too. I didn't say anything, but my face turned a little
red. I couldn't help it; with such a steamy scene, it was a miracle I didn't get a nosebleed. To be honest, my penis was still half-
erect, and it would be embarrassing if someone noticed. I could only stammer that I was hot and needed to go home to take a shower. My mother
nodded. To be honest, I really wanted to drag my mother home with me to do something naughty, but there were people around, and my sister
was watching me. I didn't dare say anything, but I squeezed my mother's hand. My mother glanced at me, and I felt
she understood what I meant, but she didn't respond. So I went home by myself.

On my way home, I felt incredibly hot, so hot that I had a headache. I didn't dare run. It wasn't that I
was overheating; it's just that my constitution is like that—if it gets too hot, I get a headache. I slowly
walked home, feeling very thirsty. I drank a glass of water, sat down in a chair for about five minutes, and my headache
gradually subsided. I took off my clothes, leaving only my shorts, and went to the backyard. I connected a plastic hose to the tap
and started washing myself. The cold water felt so much better; it was just too hot.

At that time, my yard hadn't been demolished yet. One side was the house, and the other three sides were earthen walls. There was a washing platform made of stone and
flagstones . Besides the door on one side of the house, there was a small opening in the earthen wall on the other side,
leading to a small pond. The water in the pond seemed to flow down from the big lake I mentioned last time. I
was very interested in that lake and planned to visit it before the end of summer vacation.

I was taking a really refreshing shower, wiggling my hips as I did so, and just when I was about to burst into song, I suddenly
felt someone behind me. I whirled around, and there was my mother, leaning against the door, smiling at me. I was
instantly embarrassed. This woman, peeping at her son showering? And without saying a word! I had no idea how
long she'd been standing there; she'd seen everything I'd been doing. I was about to say something when my mother
turned and went inside, leaving me standing there naked, completely mortified. I was so awkward! But I quickly...
I snapped out of my daze. I'd only been home for about ten minutes when my mother returned. Had she somehow
gotten the hint that she was coming back for... you know?

Just as I was racking my brains in the backyard, holding the pipe, unable to figure it out, my mother came back. My question
was immediately answered: she had taken off her clothes and was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt. From
the two bulges on the shirt, I could tell she'd taken off her
bra . She was holding a towel, and her lower body was now in beach shorts. My mother walked gracefully towards me. It was already getting dark, and she
looked like a captivating beauty emerging from a jungle, alluring and impossible to look away from.

When she reached me, she probably saw the lecherous look on my face and burst out laughing.
I snapped back to reality and chuckled too. I knew what my mother was thinking, and she understood me
.

"Mom, let's shower together. You're all sweaty."

"Hmm...it's really hot. This hose is perfect for rinsing you off."

Hearing my mother say this, I looked at the hose in my hand and, almost without hesitation, pointed it at
her. I squeezed the nozzle, and water gushed out from the narrowed opening, soaking her chest completely.
The outline of her breasts was fully revealed, and her nipples were prominent. My mother hadn't expected
this. Realizing what was happening, she grabbed a towel to block the spray, then snatched the hose and sprayed it at my
face. I covered my face with my hands, and she sprayed it at my stomach. I turned around, and she
sprayed it at my buttocks. I was furious. How could I let her bully me like this? So I turned back around and,
right pulled down my shorts. Needless to say, the hose between my legs was already rock hard. My mother fell silent.
Her gaze was drawn to my other hose. She couldn't take this one away, but there was another
way to play with it.

I looked at my mother with a triumphant gaze. She looked away from my penis, noticing
my grinning face, and rolled her eyes at me. Then, right in front of me, she took off her clothes
, her breasts exposed and jiggling slightly, making my eyes widen. She
hesitated for a moment, not taking off her pants. Seeing my stunned expression, she chuckled, "What's wrong? Are
you going to wash or not?" Hearing this, I could only reply, "Wash...wash." As I approached her
, I suddenly remembered something, looked up, and asked, "Isn't my sister coming back?"
Knowing replied, "Your aunt asked her to help your cousin with his homework; she's still
at Grandma's." Hearing this, I relaxed. Sure enough, she was prepared.

I moved closer to my mother. By then, I was almost as tall as her. I slowly reached up to
her breasts. They were wet and slippery, almost too soft to hold. My mother watched my hands
roaming , gently pinching her nipples, her eyes slightly glazed. I grabbed her other hand, which was holding a towel,
and draped it around my neck. My mother then placed her hand on my penis. She didn't make a sound,
but slowly took it in her hand and began to stroke it gently. I gasped in pleasure. My mother's small
hands were so soft and boneless that I almost ejaculated. Then, my mother picked up the hose with her other hand and poured water on
my penis, washing me as she did so. She said, "You haven't been circumcised yet. Remember to clean
this area , otherwise it will get dirty easily." I

nodded and started wiping my mother with a towel. I scrubbed her upper body clean,
especially the feeling of rubbing her breasts with the towel – it felt amazing!
After cleaning my penis, she made me turn around and scrubbed my back with the towel. She even pinched my buttocks afterward, making me wince and turn back.
I then made my mother turn around too so I could scrub her back. My mother quietly turned around, presenting her shapely buttocks to me. I carefully wiped her back with
the towel ; the smooth, soft curves made my blood boil. I finished scrubbing her back quickly, but
my mother didn't turn around. Knowing time was precious, I whispered to her, "Mom, let me
wash your feet too."

My mother softly hummed in agreement. Seeing her agree, I grabbed her waistband and pulled
off her pants in one swift motion. I squatted down, my mother's buttocks facing me. I swallowed hard, picked up a towel, and began to wipe her
fair, rounded skin. As I wiped, her two plump cheeks jiggled occasionally, like jelly, making
me want to take a bite. After I finished wiping, my hands were trembling uncontrollably, but I still held my mother's waist and turned her around
. My mother offered almost no resistance as I turned her body. At this moment, the mysterious black forest of her lower body
was revealed before my eyes. It was thick and alluring. I saw two large
labia majora , shyly closed together, revealing only a slight slit. I felt my mouth go dry. I looked up at
my mother. Her face was as red as the sunset, her eyes tender and gentle. I couldn't resist. I stood up, embraced
my mother , and kissed her lips. Above, my mother's lips seemed to carry a faint sweetness, sweetness that seeped into my
heart. I pinched my mother's buttocks with my left hand, and slowly placed my right hand on her mons pubis, gently stroking
her pubic hair , then gently moving down, finally stopping at her labia. My mother then let out a soft moan, responding
with a kiss. My fingers slid lightly across her labia, and my mother's breathing became more and more rapid.
One hand directly grabbed my penis, stroking it incessantly. I didn't have much experience, and this was
already stimulating me to the point of exhaustion. I released my mother, our lips parted, and my mother looked at me with watery eyes, as if
asking why I had stopped. I whispered, "Mom, can you lean against the wall?" My mother understood what I meant,
her slender waist twisted slightly, her hands pressed against the earthen wall, and she bent over.

I stood behind my mother, squatted down, and gently parted her plump buttocks, revealing her dark
brown The little anus twitched shyly. I poured water down her cleft, the water
flowing along the cleft, over her anus, and onto her labia. I gently rubbed her anus with my index finger, and
she cried out, "Ah...no, don't touch there." I didn't waste any more time. I stood up,
grasped my hard penis, rubbed the glans against her labia a few times, and then thrust all the way in. My mother and I both
let out a comfortable moan. I grabbed her buttocks and fucked her hard, pulling out until only a small part remained.
My glans was wedged between my mother's labia, the tender flesh inside occasionally peeking out
a little withdrew. When I thrust in, I pushed until my lower abdomen hit her buttocks. The quiet backyard echoed with
my mother's moans, the sounds of impact, and the soft "plop plop" sounds of flesh against flesh. I thrust in this position for
about a hundred times, then bent down, embraced my mother's waist, and grasped her
swaying breasts with both hands. My lower body thrust faster and harder; I could even feel
the , the tender flesh of her vagina squeezing my penis, pushing me closer and closer to climax. Just
as I straightened up, ready for one last thrust, I... I noticed someone watching us again. I
turned my head, and in the window next to the door, my sister's face was reflected, her mouth open, her face
showing surprise and shock. A daughter saw her younger brother and their biological mother
engaged the most primal act. The brother saw his sister, while the mother looked down at the ground and didn't see her.
In that instant, something inside me seemed to explode. I raised my head and ejaculated.
The mother beneath me lay motionless as I washed over her, unable to make a sound. After I ejaculated inside her, when I
looked back at the window, my sister's face had disappeared from the image, leaving only the two bodies of mother and son reflected in
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