Stealing fragrance in the middle of the night

I've always harbored a strange fascination with incest and child rape; the thrill, the danger, and the feeling of violating moral boundaries fascinate me. It was this desire, coupled with an opportunity, that led me to a unique experience this summer.

I'm an ordinary man, in my early twenties, six feet one inch tall, with blond hair, green eyes, and a muscular physique. I've had many girlfriends, but I often masturbate, fantasize, and collect adult images. Years ago, I discovered a website that specifically collects pictures of mature women, and I found myself deeply attracted to it. I started fantasizing about having sex with my aunt, and of course, my mother…

The women in my family are all attractive. My mother is only forty-six, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a petite figure. My aunt is forty-eight, more voluptuous, with deep blue eyes. Both have captivating smiles and perfect breasts. They were both divorced in their youth and have enjoyed sexual relationships with different men ever since. Every weekend, we have a cocktail party at home, and then they usually go to a bar, usually coming home drunk, sometimes with men, causing a ruckus.

Last month, one weekend night, they came back from a party with the music blasting. I felt a little impatient, so I went to my room, where it was noticeably quieter. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. It was my mother, who mumbled, "Aunt Katie's drunk, can you take her home?" I nodded, grabbed my keys, and went downstairs. Katie was completely unconscious; I had to carry her to the car.

All the way there, I couldn't help but stare at her long legs. She lay on the seat, her thighs completely exposed under her skirt. This sight excited me greatly. I struggled to control my burning desire, parked the car in front of her house, and carried her into the living room, placing her on the sofa.

She was still unconscious. I took off her coat; underneath was a silk dress, unbuttoned low. To my shock, she wasn't wearing a bra! Through the opening in her clothes, I could see her breasts and deep red nipples. I felt my penis begin to harden, and my whole body felt hot.

"Katie?" I called out as I touched her, but there was no response. I shouted again, "Katie!!" while shaking her, but still no response. My mind was in turmoil…

I slowly knelt down and slipped my hands inside her clothes, touching her breasts. It felt amazing. I kneaded her breasts hard, and her nipples began to harden. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned her clothes, took a breath, and opened them. Before me were a pair of perfect breasts. She had a little extra fat around her waist, but it was normal for her age.

I began to kiss her, my hands busy massaging her breasts. She remained lying there motionless, but her breathing became heavy. My penis was erect, feeling like it was about to explode.

I pulled down her skirt, and immediately smelled a strong body odor emanating from her panties, which excited me even more. I couldn't wait to take off her panties as well. I stared at her pubic hair, my heart pounding. I shook her again: "Katie! Katie!" Still no response.

I slowly spread her legs, her private parts clearly exposed before my eyes. The color was a bit dark, but still quite beautiful. I began to play with her vulva, inserting two fingers into her vagina and thrusting them in and out. It was warm, moist, and incredibly comfortable inside.

Her vulva began to secrete fluid, her two red labia opening and closing, gripping my fingers tightly. Katie let out a low moan, but remained asleep.

I had to make a decision. At first, I only intended to play around a little. But now my penis was rock hard, and she was still lying there naked, legs wide open, waiting to be penetrated. A normal man wouldn't pass up such an opportunity, even if she was my aunt.

I pulled down my pants, holding my burning penis in my hand. I finally couldn't resist anymore, lunging at my aunt's naked body, spreading her legs wide apart. I parted her red labia with my fingers, aimed my penis at the opening of her vagina, grabbed her large breasts with my other hand, and then thrust in forcefully.

Ah!! The feeling was wonderful, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, I felt like I was in heaven. I was raping my mother's sister, the thought drove me crazy, my long-held dream had finally come true. Before long, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!

I collapsed on top of her, it was truly wonderful sex.

After a while, I started cleaning up. I carried her into the room, cleaned up the stains on her body, and then put her clothes back on. I rested there for a few hours before driving home.

When I entered the house, I noticed the TV was on and the refrigerator door was open; it seemed Mom had just made a drink and was watching TV.

"Mom?" I called out, but there was no answer; the living room was empty. I locked the door, turned off the TV, and went upstairs.

As I passed Mom's room, I opened her door to check if she was safe. Mom was fast asleep, snoring softly, the light still on… She was almost completely naked except for a pair of underwear.

I froze again, feeling a hardening sensation return to my body. She was the sister of the woman I had just slept with, but she was my mother, and my sanity was crumbling. I immediately closed the door and went back to my room.

I lay in bed, but couldn't sleep, my mind filled with the image from earlier: Mom lying there half-naked, unconscious, utterly defenseless.

After an hour of struggle, I finally succumbed to temptation, got up, and went to Mom's room, gazing at her body. Her even breathing caused her chest to rise and fall slowly, and my throbbing erection made me lose my last shred of reason.

I sat on her bed, "Mom?" I called softly, rocking her body. She was completely intoxicated, like Katie, unresponsive. I couldn't miss this opportunity, so I immediately took off my clothes and lay down beside her. I wrapped my arms around her, gently kneading her breasts while kissing the back of her neck. Her nipples hardened, and her breathing became heavier. My hand moved down between her legs, spreading them open, and began searching for her secret place.

I kept caressing and playing with her vulva, feeling it getting wetter and wetter inside. My penis couldn't take it anymore, and I slowly pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of my mother's vagina. The warm, moist feeling intoxicated me, and I almost ejaculated.

I quickly took a breath, tightened my urethra, and then slowly inserted it. The feeling was so wonderful; I felt like I was back in my birthplace. The incestuous feeling combined with the pleasure of adultery was intoxicating. I was like a madman, thrusting in and out relentlessly, my lower body colliding with hers, while kissing my mother's fragrant lips.

Suddenly, my mother let out a groan, and her eyes slowly opened... Oh God! My mother woke up; it must have been because I was too rough! My whole body went limp, and I dared not move, my penis still deeply buried in my mother's vagina.

"What happened?" my mother screamed, "What...what are you doing?! Jack! No! Get down! I'm your mother!!"

At first, I felt extremely scared and nervous. But I realized that what's done is done, and I've already made a mistake; I've raped her, and that's an unchangeable fact. Mom started struggling to get up, pushing me away. I hardened my heart, pushed her down forcefully, grabbed her hands with one hand, and pressed her onto the bed.

"Jack! No!!" she screamed.

I just looked at her coldly, "Slut! Shut up!" and then thrust in again. She tried to resist, opening her mouth to bite me, and my response was to slap her twice with all my might. She started to sob and stopped struggling. I continued thrusting, and in less than five minutes, I repaid my mother's kindness in raising me with my semen.

I got out of bed, and Mom said to me, "Get out! Don't come back!"

I didn't say anything, quietly got dressed, sat back on the bed, reached out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard. She didn't react, like she was dead. I kissed her, then walked out of the room: "Mom, you're even easier to fuck than Aunt Katie, you slut!"

The next day, I moved out and never went back. Mom stopped talking to me, treating me like a stranger. She also stopped talking to Katie, because I was living with her now.

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