My unusual family of three and the strange relationship between the three of them

What makes my family so peculiar is, firstly, the way we address each other. I call my mother "old mother-in-law," my father calls my mother "old mother-in-law," I call my father "old father-in-law," and my father calls my son "old father." My mother calls my son "old husband," and my father "old husband-in-law.
" These terms are widely accepted, and we address each other without any shyness. Behind this lies a little

-known but astonishing life story.
My mother has five sisters, all rumored to be notorious for their promiscuity in the village. My father is my grandfather's only son. My mother is very conspicuous, and my father took a liking to her. They started dating, got along well, and married soon after. Shortly after the marriage, my mother became pregnant with me. Afraid of miscarriage, she wouldn't let my father touch her. My father, being a virile man

, couldn't resist after a few days. He secretly started flirting with my aunt. As mentioned before, my mother’s five sisters were all romantic, so my father made some small plans, and my aunt boarded my father’s pirate ship. Onlookers may wonder how easy it is? There is a saying in our local area that the romantic women walking on the street are the ones keeping men in the locked cabinets. This means that women are very easy to pick up, especially the sluts who can steal men and keep men in the locked cabinets. They are even more powerful. One time, my dad and

my aunt were having sex in their corn field. Unexpectedly, my grandpa happened to go to work in the field and caught the adulterer. My grandpa kicked my dad's big bare buttocks. My dad inserted the dick like a donkey dick into my aunt's pussy, and she was frightened. From then on, my dad started to suffer from problems. Later, the doctor said that he had psychogenic impotence and that it would be cured if certain factors affecting the psychology were removed. This is where my family’s amazing experience began.

For as long as I can remember, my dad has been beaten every now and then. Who is going to beat him? My mother. Anyway, every night, they would lock the door, and my mom would soon start yelling, "You spineless coward! Now I'm letting you fuck me hard, what's wrong with you? You're only good at sleeping with your sister-in-law!" Then there would be the sound of a feather duster hitting flesh. My dad, bruised and battered, would still run to the market to buy my mom a feather duster, which he then broke. Isn't my dad shameless?

This went on until I was sixteen. One night, they were about to start their beating again, and coincidentally, they forgot to close the door. I peeked through the crack to see what they were doing. At first, my dad shamelessly begged my mom to give him a good time, but my mom, like a queen, wouldn't listen to him. My dad crawled over on his knees to massage my mom's feet and legs before daring to hug and kiss her. Then he started kissing her genitals, making loud smacking noises. Then my dad took out

his huge penis, as thick as a rolling pin, but it was as soft as a noodle, and rubbed it against my mom's genitals. After a while, Mom groaned and started yelling again, "You're useless! You can arouse me, but you can't even release my pent-up desire! You're such a useless dog!" Then Mom grabbed a feather duster and started whipping Dad's back. I couldn't help but think Dad seemed to enjoy it; he even told Mom, "

You're such a good wife, Mom." At this point, I understood. Dad's erectile dysfunction hadn't improved, and Mom was burning with desire with nowhere to release it. As a result, their sex life turned into a sadomasochistic relationship. Maybe this kind of commotion would temporarily calm them down. Even though Dad was impotent, his extremely strong libido was still there—it was agonizing.

The next night, I dragged Mom to my room and said, "Last night, you and Dad were having sex and you didn't close the door properly. I saw everything." Mom was stunned. "You saw me naked?" I nodded. My mom sighed and said, "Ever since your dad and your aunt had an affair and your grandpa kicked him, his manhood has been impotent. It scared your grandpa so much that your dad and I have been living like animals these past few days. I've been like a nun ever since I gave birth to you,

never experiencing the joys of life. You can imagine how hungry I am, right?" Hearing this, I understood them. What could I do? Could I help them? How? In the countryside, there aren't any social circles or hookup activities. Everyone sees each other all the time, and if someone does something shameful, they'll lose face in the village. That's why my parents have endured it all, for so many years. It seems the only solution is for the family to resolve this discreetly, so no one else will know. I'm the only one in the family who can

make a give it a try. I said, "Mom, I'll have a drink with you tonight, as a way of making up for all the years I've neglected you." My mom fried an egg and some peanuts, and we drank until she was completely drunk. She slept in my bed. I locked the door and then stripped her naked. Surprisingly, my mom's figure was still like that of a woman in her twenties—a defined waist and buttocks, just a bit fuller than a young girl. I looked

down at her genitals; thick black hair, and slightly purplish labia minora nestled between the labia majora. Peeling
them open, I saw that although she had given birth to me, remnants of her hymen were still visible. Unlike the mature women's vaginas I saw on websites, where men had stripped their hymens completely, leaving them like the mouth of a toothless old woman. I was already burning up, my penis was throbbing hard. I didn't want to think too much, I just wanted to get it over with. I slowly inserted my penis into my mother's vagina. After

a few thrusts, she woke up, immediately sat up, and yelled, "You little bastard, you fucked your own mother?" I felt awkward and mumbled, "I was drunk and couldn't help myself. I can't say I did it on purpose, or I'll get a beating like my dad." My mother wanted to get angry but couldn't. I quickly hugged her, saying, "We're like mother and son, you're my precious mother, and I'm your precious son. Outsiders don't know. I locked the door." My mother's angry face slowly relaxed.

Then , "You bastard, you peeked into your mother's vagina first, and now you've fucked her. What's wrong with that?" I said, "Since it's already like this, let's just let it go completely, it's better than having this grudge." I touched my mom's breasts with my hands. She didn't mind at all; I grew up touching breasts. Then I sucked on her nipple a few times, gently biting it. My mom started moaning. She said, "You little rascal, you've really aroused your mother!" She then pulled

me onto the bed. I knew it was time, so I straddled her and thrust in. My mom cursed me for being a brat, but she was actually quite skilled. She lifted her legs, pinching a piece of flesh on my back with one hand. She wasn't wearing clothes, so where else would she pinch? It really hurt! My mom was about to climax, and unconsciously, she pinched me, hurting me. Suddenly, she raised her leg a few times, then lowered it,

calming down. Then she said, "Good son, you've really brought your old mother to heaven." Then she gave me a big kiss on the cheek. From then on, whenever we wanted, we'd lock the door, undress, and get to it. Those days were incredibly blissful. The good times didn't last long. My dad found out about our affair and told my mom that he felt his penis was rock hard when he heard us making love, and he was very excited. My mom said, "You coward, is that true?" My dad loudly replied, "Wife, Mom, Husband

, Son, I promise you." At this point, my parents already had a way of addressing each other: Wife, Mom, and Husband, Son. I didn't have a name yet. My mom started giving my dad advice: "Tonight I'll invite your son to have sex. We won't lock the door. You can watch through the crack. If you get hard, come in and see, okay?" That night, my mom really dragged me into her room, and they were very passionate, like newlyweds. At that moment, the sounds of sex were deafening. My dad saw through the crack in the door that my big penis was going in and out of my mom's vagina, with wet, sticky

vaginal fluid flying everywhere. My dad was so excited that his body was trembling, and his penis was sticking up high. He wasn't wearing any clothes, for convenience. Suddenly, he burst in, shouting, "Wife, Mom, I'm done!" He immediately begged, "Son, Dad, let your dad play with me for a while." He then started licking the area where my mother and I were joined, how shameless. My mother gestured for me to get up, and my father immediately climbed on top of her, and with a *slurp*, he thrust in. My mother let out a scream, squeezing him tightly with her legs.

She was almost at orgasm from my teasing, but the sudden stimulation from my father, coupled with the fact that he had never actually penetrated her before, made her ecstatic. *Pfft*, a stream of fluid shot out, and my mother spurted. My father was as happy as a child who had received a huge red envelope for the New Year. He kissed my mother, then gave me a quick kiss, and swore that if we could stimulate his erection, he would treat us as his mother, his father, and his lowly slaves. From then on, I...

Our threesome never stopped. My dad even tried having sex without us watching to see if he could perform, and it turned out he couldn't. After that, my dad was incredibly indulgent towards my mom and me. Of course, my mom was the happiest. How could she not be satisfied with two big dicks serving her? When we played, to my dad, I was his son, and to my mom, I was her husband. To me, my dad was my son, and my mom was my wife.
(The End)

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