The trauma of the times

This is my story, my family's story.

But I don't know how to begin. Perhaps I should start from the beginning, guiding you through my
entire experience, letting you understand in detail what happened, how it unfolded, and how it ended.

I don't know if I did anything wrong; I really don't know.

Maybe I really did make a mistake, but what was right? I don't know. But I think since it
has already happened, it's necessary for me to tell the whole story, and let others judge for themselves.

First, I think it's necessary to tell you some background about my family.

My family has only three members: me, my mother, and my grandmother. We are exactly fifteen years apart in age,
but it doesn't feel like there's a big age difference; it's how we address each other that creates the distance between us.

My grandmother is of French descent; her parents settled in the United States before she was born. My grandmother's life was quite difficult.
When she was six years old, both her parents passed away, leaving her alone in an orphanage. As far as I can remember, I
rarely saw my grandmother smile. She was lonely and melancholic, which may be related to her unhappy childhood. At fifteen,
she was unfortunately seduced and lost her virginity, and soon after, she was abandoned. The perpetrator turned out to be a Chinese sailor.
Of course, this was only the beginning of her unfortunate life, and this misfortune led to her pregnancy.

Later, a wealthy family took pity on her and took her in, hiring her as a maid. They treated her
very well , like their own daughter. Grandma worked diligently and was well-liked by her employers (later I learned
that this family didn't actually have good intentions; they were after Grandma's youth and beauty and often
made unreasonable demands on her at parties. Grandma not only had to deal with this family but also endure their insults.
But being alone with a young daughter, she could only endure it all).
Eventually, they adopted her as their daughter, making her a member of their family.

Fortunately, this wealthy family had no descendants of their own. After their death, Grandma, as their adopted daughter, inherited
all their substantial wealth, which could be considered some compensation for the past.

My mother was spoiled by Grandma from a young age, and Grandma's adoptive parents also loved her very much. Strangely,
my mother grew up in a sexually promiscuous family. She must have witnessed many lewd scenes as a child, knowing
that many wonderful things could happen between men and women, yet she maintained her purity until she was fifteen. At
that unfortunate age, my mother was raped by a middle-aged scholar in a library, resulting in the birth of me. Poor
me, I still don't know who my father is.

My mother and grandmother raised me together, but I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy their pampering
. They were very strict with me, demanding independence and my own opinions. I loved them very much,
and they loved me too. Although their demands were strict, I didn't resent them; I knew they meant well.
Therefore, I was very independent from a young age. Although I could ask them for anything I wanted and for help, I
usually overcame all difficulties through my own efforts.

Until I was fifteen, my life was fulfilling and normal.

However, things always take unexpected turns.

As the saying goes, "A woman is in her prime at forty," and although Grandma is forty-five, she doesn't
look old at all. On the contrary, she's become increasingly beautiful and charming, exuding the allure of a mature woman
. She's the kind of woman who seems cultured yet alluring. Perhaps it's because of her French heritage,
but Grandma possesses an innate romantic and elegant temperament. Although her expression is often melancholic, it adds to her serene and

refined air. Grandma's hair was originally golden with a slight gray tinge, but she liked to dye it however she pleased. I've
seen her dye it brown, black, and bright red, but my favorite is a more natural reddish-brown. Grandma
also loves washing her hair. I love watching her languid look after washing her hair; her hair is curled into bunches
that fall to her shoulders, and a faint blush graces her face, making her exceptionally charming.

Grandma likes to let her long hair hang down, freely cascading down her back. She dislikes tying her hair up or
letting it fall haphazardly in front of her; she thinks that's ridiculous. What I loved most was running my fingers through Grandma's
long hair , braiding it for her.

I often buried my head in her soft, long hair, inhaling its intoxicating fragrance.
Grandma also loved to toss her hair, letting the ends gently brush against my shoulders, my chest, my lower abdomen, and my
genitals. When Grandma held my enormous penis in her hand, she would always let her long hair fall, wrapping the strands around my
thick penis, and then I couldn't resist pouncing on it… Of course, all of that happened later.

Grandma's face had soft curves, making her look somewhat delicate, but her eyes were bright and piercing,
as if they could see right through you. When she stared at you, you would feel guilty and
ashamed . Her eyebrows were light, gently arched upwards, and slanted between her eyes. When I kissed
her neck and delicate little mouth, her small, pert nose would slightly upturn, making her look very cute.

Grandma's lips were small and delicate, thin but incredibly sexy. When you kissed or licked them
, you could feel their softness and moisture, especially when they held your penis inside—
it like a dream. Grandma's face was round, a stark contrast to Mom's, a
feeling even more pronounced when you kissed them.

Grandma's neck was long and slender, with some wrinkles already visible, but her skin remained
soft and smooth. She said the wrinkles helped absorb my semen better. If I rubbed my penis against her
breasts, she would definitely let me ejaculate on her neck and chin, then smear my semen all over her body.

Grandma's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm and elastic. If we did breast sex
, her breasts could just hold my penis. Her nipples were bright red, unlike those of
an elderly woman; her areolas were the size of silver coins, with tiny nipples adorning them, making them look incredibly cute and
tempting to bite. I loved to suckle Grandma's nipples, savoring
them as they slowly hardened and then released a thin layer of milk.

Grandma had a well-proportioned figure; she wasn't tall, but her curves were incredibly beautiful. Her waist was slender and
supple , her abdomen flat and smooth—time hadn't left a single mark on her body. Her hips were full but not large,
and the muscles in her thighs were slightly loose, very soft to the touch, though lacking in elasticity. Her vulva...
My grandmother's vulva was incredibly full; it was my paradise. When I pressed my face against it, I could fully feel its warmth
and moisture. Her pubic area was covered in fine pubic hair, but the color varied;
the hair around the opening was golden, turning gray closer to the opening. Sometimes, when both my grandmother and mother were ovulating,
my grandmother would clamp my penis between her legs, while my mother, behind her, would suck on my glans,
swallowing everything I ejaculated.

My grandmother's legs were somewhat thin but long; when she clamped them around me, I had no choice but to surrender. My grandmother
's body was, in my opinion, one of the two most beautiful bodies in the world. Of course, the other belonged to my mother,
and that was a completely different story.

My mother, now thirty years old, had a beautiful face. Although she was middle-aged (?), her body still
maintained a youthful appearance. She looked much younger than her actual age; if she said she was only twenty,
no one would doubt it.

As I said, my mother was of mixed Chinese and French descent, but leaned more towards Chinese. Her hair was jet black and
shiny, neatly cascading over her shoulders. Her face was round, like her grandmother's, but much fuller
and more fleshy, with delicate, rosy skin—very lovely; without close inspection, one would easily mistake her for Chinese.
I loved kissing my mother's small mouth; her kisses were sweet and warm, possessing an indescribable, intoxicating quality. During our
lovemaking , she and my grandmother would suck on my penis; they looked somewhat alike, but their techniques
differed.

My mother's figure also inherited typical Eastern features—petite and delicate, with soft lines, a size smaller than my grandmother, except for
her breasts. While not enormous, her breasts were exceptionally full,
even larger than my grandmother's. Her nipples were a lovely cherry-red, dotting two firm mounds like
two ripe cherries. My mother's nipples were her erogenous zones; when I deliberately licked and sucked them, she would itch
all over , constantly begging for mercy.

My mother's lower abdomen was flat and spacious, incredibly elastic; when I touched it, I could feel the passion within.
My mother loved to have breast sex with me, tightly clamping my large penis between her full breasts, squeezing hard,
until I ejaculated onto her lower abdomen. Then she would smear it evenly on her body and breasts, letting my grandmother lick
it clean, saying it would keep her skin smooth and elastic. My mother's buttocks were pointed and perky, not particularly full,
but very fleshy. When they both knelt down and I slapped them with my palms, the sound from my mother's buttocks was
much louder.

My mother's thighs had the firmness and fullness that young people were proud of; when her legs were together, there wasn't a single
gap between them. My mother's feet were small and cute, and incredibly agile. You've probably never heard of or seen someone ejaculate with their feet,
have you? My mother could. She often clamped my penis between her feet, rubbing it vigorously,
as nimbly as her hands.

Oh, just thinking about it makes me aroused!

Okay, I've described Grandma and Mom's physical appearance in detail. Whatever you think, I think
that's enough. Although it might sound a bit cheesy, they were much more beautiful in person than I described.

Enough of the chit-chat, let me tell you how we transformed from a conservative, reserved family
into a wanton and promiscuous one.

If you can't handle it, go masturbate a few times, but don't follow my example.

All the mistakes (?) started when I was fifteen.

As usual, I went straight home after school without going anywhere else.

It was early spring, the air was fresh, the weather was pleasant, and the sky was a clear blue—
a beautiful day, as usual. On such fine days, Grandma would usually leisurely water the flowers and weed in the garden, or stroll
around , breathing in the fresh air. Mom would mostly hide in her workshop, mending and sewing,
and sometimes she'd paint a few pictures, which, though a bit boring, was enough to while away the time for a woman who had enough to eat and wear
.

But today seemed different; I didn't see anyone when I came in. Grandma wasn't in the garden
, and Mom wasn't in her usual workroom either; it was as if they'd both
vanished at the same time.

The yard and garden were deserted. I went inside and searched every room downstairs, but
there wasn't a soul in sight. I figured they'd probably gone to some exhibition or shopping again—it wasn't the first time this
had happened . So I shrugged and went back to my room.

We lived in a large house with three floors; I lived on the top floor, which was basically an attic,
just a bigger one.

My room occupied almost half the top floor, and it was quite spacious. Of course, I'd specially
installed a ladder that went down to the second floor so I could spot anyone coming up.

I had some toys, but not many; after all, I wasn't a child anymore. I subscribed to some sports magazines, mainly
about basketball. I love sports, especially basketball, so my room had some exercise equipment and a few
basketballs.

Overall, I hadn't disappointed Grandma and Mom; their strict upbringing was worthwhile. I basically
have no bad habits. I have excellent grades in school and am also very good at sports.
Compared to those precocious boys these days, I never read pornographic comics, read adult books, or watch pornographic films—those utterly boring things.

In short, I'm a good kid inside and out.

I went up to the second floor and headed towards the stairs leading to my room. The stairs were at the end of the hallway, and I had to
pass my grandmother's room first.

My grandmother's room was on the left side of the stairs, while my mother's room was on the right. This sometimes
caused me inconvenience because I sometimes stayed up late watching sports on TV. To avoid waking
them , I had to tiptoe past their rooms, so much so that I knew exactly
which planks on the second-floor floor would make a sound when I stepped on them and which wouldn't.

There was a small crack in the door in my grandmother's room, and as I passed by, I heard some strange noises coming from inside
.

You might be thinking, "It's just peeping again. This is so cliché. Almost all incest stories
start with peeping. Can't we come up with something new?" I can only apologize, because that's the truth. I
wanted something new, but that's how things really started, and I can't fabricate a
beginning I didn't experience.

Curious, I quietly opened the door a crack and peeked inside. The sight before me utterly shocked me
.

My mother was lying on the bed, legs wide open, with my grandmother on top of her, in a 69 position.
My grandmother 's face was directly facing my mother's vulva. I couldn't see my mother's face, but I figured she must be in
the same situation as my grandmother.

Instinctively, I closed the door, leaving only a tiny crack so I could just see what was happening inside.

I couldn't believe my usually prim and proper grandmother and mother would do such a thing. In my memory, they
always avoided talking about sex, and when they did, they would only touch on it briefly. They never
revealed their views on sex to me. But I knew that ever since my mother was raped, she hated men.
So, despite many suitors over the years, she had always been dismissive. Coupled with
their strict upbringing, this also made me serious about sex. I rarely had girlfriends at school, let alone
had any experience with sex.

But what I saw before me truly shocked me. My reason told me I should
quietly close the door, go back to my room, and pretend nothing had happened. But my body
wouldn't obey ; my eyes were glued to my grandmother and mother's naked bodies, and my hand involuntarily reached for my pants.

As a young man full of vigor, although I wasn't usually very attentive to sex,
there were always many casual acquaintances among my classmates, and I had learned quite a bit through what I'd seen and heard.

I knew that vigorously rubbing my genitals could bring me pleasure;
I had sometimes seen several classmates do it in class, and they said it felt great.

I unzipped my pants, reached inside my shorts, and touched another part of myself that didn't lie.
It had somehow "grown up," and it was warm and throbbing to my touch.

In the room, my grandmother and mother were only licking each other's vaginal openings with their tongues. They had clearly only just
begun, but both looked very happy. Grandma and Mom are usually very talkative,
or , but at this moment they were unusually quiet, not uttering a word, only silently licking each other's protruding
clefts.

My genitals kept swelling, so large that I could hardly hold them in my hand anymore, making my underwear
bulge .

I felt uneasy about this inappropriate impulse, and I secretly condemned myself for peeping at Grandma and Mom
's secret, but subconsciously I desperately wanted to keep watching, and I even felt a kind of immoral pleasure.

Oh, how depraved I have become!

(II)

Mom bent her knees, her feet supporting her on the bed, and lifted her body up. Grandma released Mom's vulva
and instead attacked Mom's toes, sucking them gently.

Mom stopped writhing and began to soothe herself with her fingers. She reached over and touched her
vulva, using her thumb and middle finger to spread her thick labia.

Grandma saw this, but only gave Mom an understanding smile and continued to suck on Mom's rounded toes.

Mom slowly inserted her index finger into her spread vulva, then vigorously thrust, stirred, and
dug , emitting sexy, alluring moans that made my heart race outside the door, as if it were about to leap out.

Mom masturbated for a while before withdrawing her finger and bringing it to her lips; it was covered in
a clear, viscous fluid.

Mom glanced at Grandma, making a few cloying hums, seemingly reminding her,
then stuck out her tongue and gently licked her fluid-covered index finger, her face filled with ecstasy.

She put her index finger in her mouth, deliberately making sucking sounds, her tongue swirling around inside.

Grandma couldn't resist releasing Mom's toes, turning around to face her, and meeting her
sexy lips.

Grandma's tongue slid into Mom's mouth, cleaning the filth off her index finger. I only saw
two tongues swirling in Mom's mouth, but the "tsk tsk" sounds stimulated my ears, making
every pore on my body contract sharply.

It turned out that the pairing of two women was so exciting and interesting.

Grandma was clearly much more experienced; while her mouth was intertwined with Mom's, her hands also began
to move .

Her hands slid over Mom's full breasts, down her flat stomach, and finally to Mom's
wet vulva.

Mom's long, black hair fell across her face and chest, covered in sweat and vaginal fluid from both of them, entwining
with Grandma's tongue as she licked her body and lips.

Grandma pulled Mom's finger out of her mouth, guiding it into her own vulva, stirring it vigorously
to coat it with her own sticky vaginal fluid, then sucking it in her mouth, or smearing it on
her breasts and vigorously kneading them.

Grandma's lips touched Mom's already erect breasts, her tongue circling
the base , constantly stimulating her body.

The circles grew smaller and smaller until the tip of her tongue touched Mom's cherry-red nipple. Then Grandma
used the tip of her tongue to lick Mom's erect nipple.

Soon, Grandma's tongue moved slower and slower until finally, Grandma's mouth completely enveloped
Mom's breast, and she began to suckle her already very sensitive breast forcefully, while her fingers
slid Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully.

Mom moaned with excitement, her head swaying from side to side, her buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly, rubbing against Grandma's
fingers inside her vagina.

The blatantly obscene scene before me was incredibly stimulating. I couldn't move at all, and I'd
forgotten to even rub my own hard penis; I was just gripping it tightly, squeezing it hard…

Just as my mother's body began to tremble violently with excitement, my grandmother suddenly stopped sucking on my mother's
breast , looked up, reached into a drawer by the bed, and took out a rod-shaped object.
Looking closely, it looked exactly like my own male genitalia, though it seemed smaller, but much longer.

My grandmother held it in her hand and simultaneously took out something else from the drawer, but I couldn't see clearly
what it was; it looked like a bottle.

I watched as my grandmother poured something from the bottle onto her hand and then smeared it on the dildo. I guessed it might
be some kind of lubricant.

The thought of Grandma inserting that lifeless thing into Mom's tender vagina filled me with
excitement. But then a picture flashed through my mind: that lifeless thing had suddenly transformed into my
thick , hard penis, thrusting violently into Mom's alluring vagina.

I was startled by this sudden, lewd thought, but before
I could even feel remorse, a wave of lustful pleasure washed over me.

Oh, if that were the case, I'd die happy!

This intense thought of betraying morality and ethics fueled me, and I felt a surge of heat in my groin before I unconsciously ejaculated hot semen into
my pants .

The dildo was thin and long, a whole size smaller than mine. Grandma held one end with one hand, and with the other,
she spread open Mom's wet vagina, then gently inserted the other end of the dildo into her.

Only then did I realize my hands were sticky, covered in a slippery fluid; I knew I had ejaculated.

I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't obey me. I'd never seen anything like this before. For
a mere fifteen-year-old, this was too early, too stimulating.

I didn't know what they would do next. I figured I'd know about these things
eventually anyway, so it was better sooner than later. I comforted myself with that thought and continued watching.

Grandma slowly inserted the entire dildo into Mom's wet vagina. Mom moaned softly, telling
Grandma she felt some pain. I thought Mom's vagina must be very narrow; even something so small hurt. I wondered how she would react
if my extra-large penis were inside.

Oh, how could I think like that! Am I going bad?

Grandma comforted Mom while slowly moving the dildo in and out.

Mom closed her eyes, but the expression on her face told me she felt good. Grandma

continued thrusting the dildo in and out of Mom's vagina, Mom moaning constantly, her hips swaying from side to side, her vagina constantly
flowing with fluid. Watching from outside the door, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. I really wanted to push open the door, rush in, and hug and
caress .

After a few minutes of thrusting, Grandma stood up, straddled Mom, spread her legs, and used one hand to pry open
her vagina, then sat down directly onto the other end of the dildo that was inserted into Mom's vagina.

I almost gasped outside the door; the scene was too erotic and stimulating.

"Grandma is so clever!" I exclaimed.

Grandma's body rose and fell, her face quickly turning rosy; clearly, this action brought her
great pleasure.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, heavy breathing came from her nose, and her lower body heaved forcefully. Looking at
Mom, she was doing the same as Grandma, her body twisting even more wildly, her hands pressing and
squeezing , her buttocks thrusting upwards desperately.

The two women twisted wildly like this, and Grandma leaned down and kissed Mom's lips; their
tongues immediately intertwined passionately.

My mother's hand reached up to my grandmother's buttocks, gripping her two plump, white buttocks tightly and pressing
her against her own body. Their lower bodies collided violently, producing a loud "thump, thump" sound as their flesh clashed, and
their moans grew increasingly frenzied.

I knew their climax was approaching, and it was time for me to leave.

I had seen something I shouldn't have seen—my grandmother and mother's secret.

I had inadvertently peeked into their privacy. If they looked towards the door now, they would surely see
my eyes, burning with lust, behind it.

I couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered, so I chose to avoid it.

I quietly closed the door and, feeling dizzy, went back to my own room.

That night, I masturbated for the first time in my life, ejaculating three times. My mind kept replaying the image of my grandmother and mother's
snow-white, intertwined bodies.

I thought my mother and grandmother probably hadn't noticed me peeping at them, because I've always been a good child and
wouldn't do anything I shouldn't. If they had discovered me peeping, they would have scolded me angrily.

It happened on Wednesday, but until Saturday, the only thing I did every night was
imagine my mother and grandmother's beautiful bodies, frantically rubbing my increasingly large penis, and then
spraying my hot semen everywhere.

It was as if I had suddenly discovered the greatest pleasure in life, and I indulged in it endlessly. I started buying large quantities of
pornography, especially incestuous stories.

I began fantasizing about my mother and grandmother, and started plotting how to possess their bodies.

I now truly regret not having the courage to push open the door and barge in. If I had,
perhaps I would have gotten what I wanted—it's a plot from many pornographic novels.

But I knew I didn't dare, even if the door had been wide open.

The deeply ingrained mother-son and elder relationships, along with the societal moral education, formed
a natural, insurmountable barrier for me. Although it seemed within reach, I never had the courage to break through this
paper-thin membrane.

However, upon reflection, I realized that my mother and grandmother's relationship must have a long history; I just hadn't
noticed or perhaps I hadn't grown up enough. Now, looking at their daily interactions with a fresh perspective,
I discover many things worth reflecting on.

They've always been very close (I initially thought it was just a mother-daughter bond, and it seems that's indeed the case).
They often spend time alone together, sometimes even sleeping together, but I never considered the deeper meaning behind it.

It seems I'm quite oblivious.

I find myself increasingly afraid to face my mother and grandmother. I constantly condemn my
unhealthy thoughts, but my physical desires for them grow stronger each day. I know it's wrong, but I
can't control my mind from thinking about these things.

Despite my reluctance to face them, we still have to meet every day, and the three meals a day are unavoidable.

This particular day was a weekend. When I got up for breakfast, I noticed my mother dressed up. I remembered her habit of
going to .

I know our family is quite wealthy, but my mother always likes to buy secondhand things. Every weekend, she
goes to the nearby flea market to look for antiques and trinkets that catch her eye, and she stays
there all day, not returning until evening.

I'm really afraid to see my mother now; I wish I didn't have to see her all day.

Grandma always dressed elegantly and gracefully.

Today, she wore a very elegant black dress, zipped up from the back. She wore black
stockings that perfectly accentuated her beautiful leg curves.

Unlike Mom, Grandma wore makeup, but it was very light, almost imperceptible even upon close inspection.
However, she looked very vibrant, radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Actually, I was quite used to this kind of attire; I knew Grandma went out to
social , so her clothing would be different from usual. But I thought Grandma's outfit today was particularly striking,
almost stunning.

I knew very well that this unusual
feeling I also knew that when I got back to my room, I would definitely have to make a move, otherwise I would feel terrible all day.

"Is anyone coming today? Is it the French ambassador?" I asked casually, trying to hide my inner
turmoil.

Grandma managed to suppress the smile that was already creeping onto her face and said, "No, child. There's just
an art exhibition in town, and I'd like to go see it. Young man, if you're interested, why don't you come with Grandma
?"

"Ignore him, Mom," my mother chimed in. "He doesn't understand; all he knows is eating."

The conversation was interrupted. My mother's words were practically insulting; she had never spoken so sarcastically to my face before.

I ate in silence, ignoring my mother and grandma. Grandma gave my mother a reproachful look,
and my mother realizing she had gone too far, quickly finished her breakfast, gave me a pleading kiss on the lips, left
me bewildered, and went off to browse the market without looking back.

After Grandma finished eating, she invited me to go to the art exhibition with her again, but I declined. Grandma didn't insist,
and left after clearing away the dishes.

I wandered around aimlessly for a while, then went back to my room to finish my homework.

Although I was aroused today and desperately wanted to ejaculate, I insisted on finishing my homework
because I knew it would enhance my pleasure, and the more I endured, the more I would ejaculate.

I had just closed my book, pushed my chair away from the desk, and unzipped my pants. Before
I could pull out my already hard penis, I heard someone calling my name.

I quickly zipped it up and went downstairs. I saw my grandmother's door open, and her voice
came , calling my name repeatedly.

I went over and saw her standing in front of the mirror.

"I need your help, child, I can't unzip my pants," my grandmother said. "It's urgent, I
can't wait until I get back. You wouldn't believe how popular that art exhibition is these days, honey,
what are you standing there for? Help me unzip my pants!"

Of course, I had helped my grandmother and mother with their zippers many times before, but back then my mind was pure,
without any dirty thoughts.

However, ever since I saw them embracing naked, my feelings changed.
I avoided anything involving touching their bodies because I didn't trust my hands. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control
myself and would do something inappropriate.

"Hmm, Grandma, can't you really unzip it yourself?"

Grandma turned around, touched my forehead with the back of her hand, and said with some doubt, "Child, what's wrong?
Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you talking nonsense? Don't you think, if I
could unzip it myself, why would I have called you here?"

"I thought so."

I walked behind Grandma, standing very close, so close that I could barely unzip her back.

I could feel the warmth emanating from Grandma, mixed with a faint, mature woman's fragrance,
assaulting my olfactory nerves. My mind went blank, and my penis involuntarily hardened, pushing
the front of my pants high.

In a daze, I gripped the zipper and instinctively pulled it down.

Time seemed to stand still; the zipper's sliding sound slowly reached my ears. I deliberately pulled very,
very slowly.

I told Grandma the zipper was hard to open, but my eyes were glued to
her snow-white, smooth body as the zipper gradually opened.

With each pull, more and more of Grandma's beautiful back was revealed. Her skin
was incredibly white. Because I was so close, I could clearly see that although she was forty-five years old,
she was very well-maintained. Her skin was still delicate, with clear texture, and her back was incredibly smooth with soft curves.
Especially the faint warmth emanating from her skin, warming my palms, made me even more infatuated.

The zipper opened wider and wider, and gradually Grandma's shoulders were revealed. Her slender neck looked particularly alluring
against , making me want to bite her snow-white, pink neck.

The zipper was pulled open further, completely exposing Grandma's thin shoulders to my lustful gaze. My tongue
throbbed , longing to lick them hard and then gently caress them with my hands.

Finally, the zipper was pulled all the way down, revealing the symmetrical curves of Grandma's body through her straight spine. The curve where her hips met
her buttocks formed a deep arc, like a valley, making me want to bury my face in it
, to smell, lick, bite, rub, and so on.

I stood there, completely absorbed in my wicked and lewd fantasies.

I don't know how long I stood there, my hands gripping the zipper tightly.

"Is it done?" Grandma asked, turning her head slightly.

I became even more confused, my eyes following the slight trembling of her earlobes.

"Oh, not...not yet," I replied instinctively, but
under slid to Grandma's shoulder, parting her clothes to the sides.

Oh, I swear my brain never gave such a command!

"Honey!! What are you doing?!" Grandma exclaimed.

I was speechless, unable to utter a single word.

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