One Thousand and One Nights

Czech leaned back comfortably in his chair, watching the crowd cheer for three beautiful and sexy girls, and he smiled. His admiring gaze fell on the familiar young men, watching their passion erupt as the three beauties performed.

Two of the girls were smearing cooking oil on each other's snow-white bodies, while the other, like a servant to her husband, diligently sucked his large penis.

The oil dripped onto her tender skin, cool and slippery, constantly moving downwards like a lover's hand gently caressing sensitive areas. It was ticklish, especially as the other's hands slowly slid over her body, touching her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. Each touch felt like ants crawling, bringing waves of tingling, itching sensations to her body. The tingling and itching intertwined, traveling all the way to her heart, and the girls' bodies began to writhe gently. They were intoxicated, their bodies limp, utterly devoid of strength.

What was even more unbearable was that the tingling itch that seeped into her heart transformed into streams of heat. At first, it was just a gentle trickle, slowly flowing through her body. But as the other woman's slender hand slid towards her firm, full buttocks, slipping into the narrow crevice and gently teasing her anus, that trickle began to surge, to swell, and gradually ignited a raging fire within her.

The fire burned continuously, her body heated up, and the muscles of her vagina slowly writhed, silently signaling to her owner the feeling of emptiness. The girl moaned. With each gentle sliding motion, a soft "woo-woo" sound escaped her lips. Finally, with a cry of "Ah!", she tightly gripped the hand that had slipped between her legs, her whole body trembling slightly… The young men surrounded them, shaking beer bottles, causing the alcohol inside to erupt and spray. The golden alcohol spraying from the bottle, like streaks of gold, reflected the light and fell like arrows onto the naked girls. Instantly, countless white bubbles rose on their exquisite, curvaceous bodies, hissing softly. Because the beauties were covered in oil, the white bubbles couldn't linger and immediately slid slowly downwards.

Streams of white bubbles and slightly dark skin reflected each other, creating a constantly shifting, alluring scene.

As the girls' skin appeared and disappeared within the white bubbles, the light flickered on their bodies, and the bubbles accumulated, revealing their true form drop by drop, glistening on the slightly upturned nipples, flowing down to the mons pubis, sliding into the buttocks, and then, like golden dewdrops, continuously sliding to the ground.

This scene, hazy and ever-changing yet captivating, coupled with mesmerizing moans, drove all the men mad. The frenzied men shook their bottles even harder, spraying more alcohol onto the three sexy beauties. They cheered as the frothy, alcohol-laden foam dripped onto the women… This was a party for single men, and it was precisely this wildness that drew everyone's attention.

“Czech, you’re amazing! Where did you get all those beauties?” Czech’s shoulder was being pressed down hard, almost breaking it. He knew it was his cousin.

“At the local university.” Czech had barely finished speaking when he saw his cousin’s lips move as if to ask another question. He quickly added, “Hey bro, before you ask a question, why don’t you learn to be a little more polite?”

His words made everyone laugh.

At that moment, two voluptuous beauties, their bodies glistening with oil, were performing a 69 position for all the men!

Czech was satisfied. He knew his plan had succeeded. Although the night wasn’t over yet, it was enough; he had proven his ability.

And the facts soon proved it. Several young men approached him, congratulating him and praising him for finding the most wonderful playmate. Although others wanted to say something, the moment had passed, and words were no longer appropriate. In the instant of silence, Robbie, the guy with his penis inside the girl's mouth, was powerless to continue. He let out a low growl, and with that growl, hot semen shot from his urethra, spraying into the woman's mouth.

People, holding their drinks, walked towards him, cheering him on.

Czech quickly stepped forward and pushed the dark-skinned girl off his lap. People were stunned, momentarily confused about his actions, and naturally, his actions drew condemnation.

Robbie's penis remained erect outside his underwear, glistening with the saliva from the girl's mouth, shining brightly in the light.

As the healthy-skinned beauty was pulled away, Robbie stared at Czech in astonishment, his face unable to conceal his inner displeasure. Muttering, "You... Czech, you damn bastard, I was having so much fun, what are you doing, you devil?!"

"What's your hurry!"

Czech pulled him up. His penis was still exposed, wet, as if silently protesting against Czech. Czech pointed at the dark-skinned girl and said, "That was just an appetizer. Go, go over there." He grinned wickedly and pointed to the next room, saying, "That's your real paradise."

People were making a fuss, all looking at the heavy door. Two people had already walked towards it. Robbie's face turned red. Several times he almost spoke, but then stopped himself. Finally, he couldn't help himself.

"Czech, you mean, can I take her there?" He turned back and nodded to the girl with slightly darker skin who had been sucking his penis.

At this moment, the girl had been pulled aside, surrounded by a large group of men, who were constantly using their hands and feet to tease, flatter, and take advantage of her.

“Give her up, Robbie. We’re going to have fun all night. Just don’t think about her, she’s not yours. Don’t worry, I’ve prepared a special gift for you.”

Upon hearing this, someone nearby immediately shouted, but it was too noisy, and almost no one could hear them clearly.

“Robbie, don’t worry, I promise no one will bother you, and you don’t need to worry about anyone ruining your fun.”

He not only said the last sentence to Robbie but also turned to the crowd, shouting so everyone could hear.

However, very few people could hear him clearly. Most of the boys’ attention was focused on the two beauties on the table, who were working together to toy with the light-skinned girl who had just been sucking Robbie’s penis.

It seemed the girl was unwilling; she was being forced, her face filled with helplessness as she was being played with by another woman.

The scene was so provocative that it attracted everyone’s attention; no one paid attention to Robbie anymore, nor to Czech.

Czech led Robbie to the door, pushed it open, and ushered his friend inside. He then closed the door.

The room was dark, but a woman dressed in thin clothing could still be seen.

She was kneeling before the bed. Her long, curly hair was disheveled, obscuring her face, but her snow-white skin made her even more alluring and captivating in the darkness.

At first, Robbie was completely unprepared for this situation. Looking at the kneeling woman, he hesitated, feeling uneasy. He sat down by the bed. The woman remained kneeling, neither looking at him nor turning away.

Czech stood by the door for a moment, seeing Robbie's bewildered and helpless expression, shook his head, and then said to the woman, "The one sitting by the bed is your master. You should face your master and let him admire your body."

The woman leaned back, her plump buttocks resting on her ankles, slowly turning her body towards Lobi until she was facing him, then she knelt upright again.

Finally, Lobi could see the woman on the ground clearly. His mouth opened, his eyes widened, and he looked completely dazed…

Seeing this expression, Czech found it amusing, knowing that his gift hadn't been wasted. A sense of triumphant pleasure from a successful prank gave him a rare thrill. Every time he enjoyed this feeling, he couldn't help but recall a long time ago, when he was still a naive little boy… Chapter Two

Dawn broke, and Czech was still fast asleep.

“Czech, get up quickly, or you'll be late again.” His mother pulled the wool blanket covering him away. A cool breeze blew, and Czech felt a chill. He quickly curled up, rolled over, and continued sleeping.

"Get up, you lazybones!"

Mom yelled, her hand slamming down hard on the thirteen-year-old boy in bed. The slap landed with a sharp thud. Czech jerked from the blow and scrambled to his feet.

"Ouch, Mom, please be gentle! It hurts!"

he muttered, rubbing the spot where his mother had hit him.

Mom ignored him, busying herself with taking his already-washed clothes from his drawer.

"Now, hurry up and put your clothes on. Breakfast is on the table," she said, heading towards the door. "It's been sitting there for ages, almost cold. But maybe Mary and Monnie have already eaten most of it."

"Maybe," he muttered to himself.

It was nothing unusual; he was always too lazy to get up, and every time he did, his sisters had already eaten all the breakfast, leaving him nothing. Even so, he listened to his mother, quickly dressed, grabbed his books and schoolbag, and rushed downstairs.

"Can't you walk a little quieter? Look at you, you're going to stomp through the stairs!" his mother yelled, scooping out the porridge from the pot with a ladle, putting it in a bowl, and handing it to her only son.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Czech's friend Jerry rushed in, greeting them warmly.

"Good morning, Jerry. Has your mother sold out of bread? Is the market open on Saturdays?"

Czech's mother, Rona Wilson, asked Jerry.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson," he replied, grabbing a piece of bread from his friend's plate and popping it into his mouth.

"Have you finished all your algebra homework due today?" Czech asked, his mouth full of porridge and milk.

Jerry didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard Czech's words.

“Jerry?”

Jerry still didn’t answer.

“Why do you look so lost? What happened?” Czech found it strange.

He turned his head and looked at his good friend. Indeed, he was lost in thought. His eyes were glazed over, and he was motionless, as if he had been hypnotized. Czech followed his gaze and was both annoyed and amused.

“You little rascal, I thought you were possessed. Turns out you were spying on my mother!”

Yes, Jerry was looking at Rona without any attempt to hide it; his gaze was so blatant.

The morning sun was bright, and the sunlight shone brightly into the small kitchen. Czech’s mother stood between the sunlight and her two teenage children, wearing a very ordinary floral dress. In this era, her clothing style wasn’t particularly outstanding; it was just very transparent. As a housewife, she rarely had the opportunity to go out. Wearing this kind of clothing at home was enough; no one would pay attention to the clothing of an ordinary housewife.

But Lorna wasn't an ordinary housewife. Not only did she wear this highly transparent dress, but she didn't even bother with underwear underneath! She had no idea that her body was bathed in bright sunlight, the intense light penetrating her transparent dress, revealing her curvaceous figure almost completely.

No wonder that boy was so fascinated! Now, not only Jerry was captivated, but even Czech was deeply shocked by his mother's beautiful body.

"Is there enough bread? Are you full? Would you like a little more?" his mother asked with a slight smile, completely oblivious to what they were actually doing. Besides, she treated Jerry like family. So, she didn't think anything of it.

Unaware that her exquisite figure was completely exposed to the two children, Lorna stood there, displaying a warm, touching, and loving smile to them.

"If that's convenient... Auntie," Jerry answered loudly.

Czech had originally wanted to say it was enough, even though he wasn't full. If they stayed here waiting for the bread to bake, they'd obviously be late for the first class, which wouldn't be worth it. He knew what to do, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

He saw his mother bend down, reaching for the other half of a loaf of bread from under the cupboard. As she lifted her bottom high, her skirt rode up, revealing her long, shapely legs—without stockings—and glimpses of her underwear beneath, once again half-hidden before the two boys. Her

snow-white legs had already attracted their attention. Now, bent over, her thin skirt clung tightly to her body, clearly revealing her mature, round, and feminine buttocks.

In the bright sunlight, her panties, barely covering half her buttocks, and the mysterious little slit between her buttocks were also completely visible.

Gazing at his mother's beautiful body, Czech was deeply shaken. A surge of heat, seemingly from nowhere, coursed through his body, stirring up the passion, desire, fantasies, and impulses of adolescence. He became excited, trembling with excitement, and his manhood gradually swelled, hardening.

His mother's lower body moved constantly, and Czech's eyes followed her movements, as if glued to her, unable to tear themselves away. Suddenly, he berated himself: Why hadn't I noticed this wonder before? Why had I never truly appreciated it before?

Suddenly, his leg was kicked. The slight impact startled him, and he quickly composed himself, managing to tear his gaze away from his mother.

It was Jerry!

Jerry had kicked him, waking him from his reverie. He winked at him mischievously, a slight smile on his face, as if he were teasing him, or perhaps smug.

However, Czech wasn't angry; it was their shared expression, a mark of pride they always wore when they successfully spied on their neighbor's girl.

Once, when Jerry's sister was riding her bicycle in the backyard, a sudden gust of wind lifted her skirt, exposing her usually hidden legs to the gaze of the two boys. That was exactly the look in their eyes then.

Strangely, such opportunities weren't uncommon, and the visual impact wasn't insignificant, but Czech felt a completely different sensation than before. While previous encounters had been equally shocking and made his heart race, this time...

But this time, when his gaze fell on his mother, not only did his heart race, but his penis also became erect. Was it because this time he was seeing not just anyone, but his own mother?

His mother brought out the toast and placed a plate in front of each child, inadvertently giving the two boys more time to spy on her. She quickly placed the plate in front of Czech, then bent over, tilting her body, and placed the plate towards Jerry.

As she bent down, her neckline opened, and in that instant, her full breasts were revealed, her snow-white orbs peeking out from her bra. The two breasts pressed tightly together, and a deep cleavage was clearly visible to the two little boys.

A busy housewife preparing breakfast was completely unaware that her beautiful body had been exposed to the two children.

"You two hurry up and eat. Looks like you'll have to run to school after breakfast. I don't want to get any more notices from your teachers." She smiled slightly and said to the two little boys. After she finished speaking, she ignored them and went back to praying.

As soon as their mother left, Jerry leaned over and said to Czech, "Your mother flirted with me."

Czech was furious. His eyes widened, and he clenched his fist and waved it at his friend.

"Look at you, why are you angry? To be honest, if she really misses me, don't blame me."

Hearing this, Czech threw a straight punch, which Jerry quickly dodged.

"Hehe, buddy, don't even think about hitting her. Didn't you see that big ass wriggling and swaying like that when she left? I'm sure she masturbated the moment we left. Hehe... such a sexy beauty. If she were my mother, that would be so great!"

This time, Czech didn't even bother to wave his fist. He knew Jerry was a shameless man; he liked to use such crude and vulgar words to describe his neighbors and all the women he saw, even his sister. When her thighs were exposed, he would lewdly steal glances at them.

However, jealousy had taken over his mind; he hated his good friend!

That evening, Czech realized that his mother was quite attractive. Like his friend Jerry's mother, she had a curvaceous and shapely figure, far more beautiful than women her age. Although his sister was much younger than his mother, her figure couldn't compare.

Czech found it strange that he hadn't noticed her before. He also wondered if what Jerry had said that morning was true. Did she really like him?

At that moment, he remembered the smile on his mother's face every time Jerry came over, and how his mother always insisted on inviting Jerry to dinner with a smile.

Thinking of this, a strong sense of jealousy rose within Czech once again.

After we started school, did Mom masturbate at home by herself?

Czech knew that it was common for women to masturbate secretly at home, and he had often wanted to peek to see how women masturbated. He really wanted to understand how it differed from his own masturbation.

From then on, Czech spent more time with his mother, helping her with chores. When she was knitting a shawl, she would call her son over to help separate the yarn, and the bond between mother and son deepened.

In the evenings, the family would gather around the television to watch "Honeymooners." Whenever there was a funny scene, Dad would burst into loud laughter, which often drew complaints from his three children.

Mom would also sit with her family, but she didn't care what was on TV; she just wanted to be with them. Being with her family filled her with happiness.

Unfortunately, whenever the family gathered, the long chair was often not big enough for everyone. Czech wasn't bothered by this; unlike before, he no longer fought with his two sisters for a seat. Now, he would sit close to his mother, snuggling against her legs on the floor. Back then, his eyes would always wander restlessly over his mother, his gaze lingering on her beautiful legs, oblivious to what was on TV.

As long as his mother wasn't looking, his eyes would be fixed on her ankles and feet hidden by her shoes. Every time his gaze landed on his mother's calves, he was amazed by the curves of her legs, how beautiful they were, how white her skin was. "

Why didn't I notice her before?"

he repeatedly asked himself.

Like boys his age, the more Czech saw, the stronger his curiosity became.

Gradually, his mother's snow-white ankles and her delicate, smooth calves were no longer enough to satisfy the boy's curiosity. He longed to discover more wonder in his mother's body, constantly imagining what lay beneath her clothes and what lay beyond.

Meanwhile, his hands tirelessly roamed over her, wanting to caress her, wanting to see more, more…

What was destined to happen would happen.

Czech still remembered the first time. There were no warning signs, no details, just a fleeting moment when his mother shifted her position, her legs unintentionally parting slightly.

It was just a habitual movement, nothing strange, something no one would normally notice. But today was different, because Czech was sitting beside her. As she moved, her skin rubbed against his arm. Although his mother's skin was cool and smooth, reaching deep into his heart, it ignited a fire of desire within him.

For some reason, Czech felt as if he already knew this was going to happen; he was waiting for it to happen. He only wanted to caress her thighs, even hoping that her body could touch him as she moved.

To others, his thoughts were quite ridiculous and absurd! But Czech was so moved that he almost forgot himself, nearly giving up the chance to touch his mother's body. Fortunately, he was still somewhat clear-headed, so he placed his hand on his mother's thigh, this time pressing it firmly.

Whether she didn't sense her son's intentions or for some other reason, his mother didn't move at all when he placed his hand on her leg.

Warm, smooth, tender—countless unexpected sensations flooded the boy's mind. He was so happy that his body trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid. He had to try to calm his breathing so that no one would notice his intentions. Now

, with the yarn still wrapped around his hand, Czech knew that even if he went too far, as long as his mother didn't make a sound, no one would know.

Would his mother stop him? It seemed she wouldn't. So, he lay down confidently, pressing his hands firmly against his mother's legs.

Immediately, the soft, plump muscles supported his hands, and a warmth gradually seeped through his palms and into his body from that rich flesh.

Oh, so this is how comfortable a woman's skin feels. Even though it was his mother's skin, the feeling of touching her still excited him, making his heart race.

Suddenly, Czech felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly looked down and saw that his mother was staring at him. Although she didn't say a word, her eyes were so angry, so furious, like a sharp knife piercing Czech's heart.

Czech's heart skipped a beat, and he almost lifted his hands off her legs.

However, it was only a fleeting thought; his hands seemed completely out of his control. They remained on his mother's legs, still pressing firmly against her soft, white skin, as if he were completely unaware of how angry his mother's gaze was!

His mother simply stared at him without saying a word, but the meaning of her gaze was clear: Let go of your hands! Now!

Czech was afraid, but one thing he was completely relieved about was that his mother hadn't spoken to stop him!

As long as Mom doesn't tell anyone, no one in the family will know.

It seems that as long as I don't remove my hands, Mom can't stop me. The moment that thought arose, a feeling of guilt welled up deep inside me.

No, this can't be right! Mom hasn't scolded me now, but what about tomorrow? Will she scold me tomorrow either? The answer is obvious: tomorrow, she will definitely give me a good dressing down.

However, even if Mom scolds me, it doesn't matter. She definitely won't tell anyone, and I will absolutely not tell anyone either. This is a secret between Mom and me. I believe we will handle this well.

Mom was really angry. She used her sternest gaze to stop her son, making him remove his hands from her legs. At that moment, she thought that if she did that, her son would be scared. Who knew that, even as she was scolding him fiercely, he not only didn't remove his hands as she wanted, but instead kept them on her legs, seemingly lost in thought.

He completely ignored my attempts to stop him! The mother was filled with shame and anger, but had no way to resolve the situation. In desperation, she unrolled the yarn in her hands, letting it drape over her legs, simultaneously covering her son's hands that were caressing them.

However, her eyes remained fixed on Czech, wishing she could beat him to a pulp.

Although her gaze could tear him apart, Czech was no longer afraid, nor did he remove his hands. For a full ten minutes, he kept his hands on her legs, playing with her ankles near her knees. Fortunately, the mother only glared at him, without uttering a single word…

The next morning, his mother woke him from his sleep, her voice stern as she asked, “Tell me, what were you trying to do last night, you little rascal?!”

Although she was still furious, she kept her angry voice low.

It was time to get up, and Czech sat up on the bed, yawning and stretching. At this moment, his mind was still filled with the events of last night:

after leaving his mother, he lay alone in bed, exhausted but unable to sleep, his mind filled with images of his mother's soft, warm body. The feeling of touching a woman for the first time excited him immensely, and the hazy image reappeared in his mind. As the fantasy arose, his penis began to rise. The more he thought about it, the harder it became, until finally, he felt a slight pain. So, he reached down, gripped it tightly, and began to stroke it vigorously.

The image of his mother became clearer and clearer: her cute little ankles, her white, tender, and smooth legs, and

what did those... look like? His glans kept emerging from the foreskin as his hand moved, his thoughts wandering into his mother's body, touching, touching the swollen, erect breasts, and then flying to the space between her legs...

what did those look like? He had never seen it before, but in his own constant design, his penis throbbed, and soon he experienced that kind of pleasure that made his limbs curl up and his body leap with joy… He couldn’t remember how many times he had ejaculated; he only knew that he was very tired. He still remembered that just before he fell into a deep sleep, he had thought, “What should I do?”

“Answer me, Czech!” His mother stood in front of him, her hand on his buttocks, her gaze and hand both threatening.

“Nothing, Mom, I… I just wanted to…”

What did he want to think about? He hesitated for a moment, he had to consider his next words. Like Jerry, tell his mother with rude and obscene language? No, that would only backfire!

Czech loved his mother, he hadn’t considered that, only because of his momentary loss of control last night, which ultimately caused his mother’s dissatisfaction. In fact, he was wondering: What does his mother like? What kind of feeling does she like?

He didn’t know his mother’s feelings; he only knew that he was in a predicament at that moment.

“I…I just want to…understand how Mom felt back then.”

His answer wasn’t so certain.

Hearing her son’s words, she bent down in surprise, bringing her face close to his and asking, “So, you decided to see Mom’s reaction in front of your dad and sisters, didn’t you, Czech?”

Her voice was laced with a hiss, revealing the anger and sharpness in her tone. But for a boy only a little over ten, it was a question that didn’t need an answer.

Czech’s anger flared up too. He also brought his face close, until he could clearly see his mother’s open neckline, and asked in the same tone, “Mom, don’t you like the feeling of me touching your nipples or other parts of your body?”

He could see his mother’s bra through the open neckline, and the boy’s lower body stiffened again.

Unexpectedly, her son would say such a thing to her. The mother was shocked again. She quickly straightened up and slapped his mischievous face.

With a sharp "smack," Czech stared blankly at his mother. He didn't speak, nor did he cry; he simply touched the stinging spot on his face where his mother had slapped him. His mother stood angrily before her son, then suddenly turned away, ignoring him completely, and left his room.

Watching his mother's departing figure, Czech suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. He had conveyed his message to his mother; he wanted her not to stop him from enjoying himself with her. Only when his mother left and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang" did Czech feel that his wish had achieved its intended effect.

A while later, Czech got dressed, ready to enjoy a new day.

The handprint on his face from his mother's slap was clear, burning with pain. He had never been treated like this before! A surge of inexplicable anger rose in his already reddened face, and he stormed out.

Stepping out of his room, he saw his mother in the kitchen, washing the dishes that had been soiled during breakfast.

She was busy with her own things and didn't notice her angry son standing behind her. It wasn't until he reached out and hugged her, suddenly pressing his hand against her two full, mature breasts, that she realized he was there.

But by then it was too late; her son was already touching her nipples.

"What are you doing?" She struggled and twisted, trying to break free from the hands that were tightly gripping her upper body.

But those hands were too strong. No matter what she did, she couldn't escape. When she turned her face, she realized that the person tightly holding her, with their hands pressing against her breasts, was none other than her own son. Seeing that it was her son, she stopped struggling.

Seeing that his mother had stopped struggling, Czech became even more brazen. He used his strong hands to pull at his mother's top, tearing it forcefully. The poor garment was too thin; in just a few strokes, Czech had ripped it to shreds, the pieces falling to the ground. However, completely inexperienced in rape, while he could tear his mother's outer garment, he was helpless against her bra size, failing several times in a row.

"Stop, Czech!" She dared not raise her voice, only whispering a warning to her son.

Still enraged, Czech ignored his mother's words. One hand remained tightly covering her breasts, showing no tenderness, his rough hand kneading them forcefully. His other hand moved to her genitals, pulling her skirt up to her waist and then slipping it into her panties, gripping the edge tightly.

The thin cotton panties were flimsy and easily torn apart by Czech's rough handling; a series of hissing sounds rang out as her panties were ripped to shreds, falling to her ankles. The

mother, already a mother of four, slid her hand down to his genitals, hastily unbuttoning his trousers. His heavy, warm breaths brushed against her neck, and she knew what was about to happen. She was panicked, yet helpless.

She wanted to cry out for help, but the words wouldn't come out. Was she really going to call in outsiders, to let them see her son tearing her underwear? To let them admire her genitals?

Even if she did call in others, what difference would it make? What would become of her own dignity? What would become of her son's?

Instantly, she dared not cry out, nor could she utter a sound.

God, what had she done wrong?

Where had she gone wrong?

She felt bewildered and confused, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, the mother felt the male genitals beginning to push between her legs. However, being completely inexperienced, he had no idea where his penis should be inserted into a woman's vagina. He only cared about thrusting fiercely between her legs, constantly pushing aside her muscles, relentlessly pushing in.

In that instant, the mother's heart sank into an ice cellar, a tremor, panic, and confusion washing over her empty heart. As her son's penis continued to penetrate deeper, the feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Czech didn't consider his mother's feelings. He frantically thrust his nearly exploding penis between her legs, his lower body moving rapidly, his hips slamming against her plump buttocks with a series of loud "slap" sounds.

His penis passed through her legs without resistance; without the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, without the warm embrace of her tender flesh, the adolescent penis felt no pleasure in intercourse, and his lust began to wane.

For the mother, her son's incest was a profound wound, her heart shrouded in sorrow. However, her son's thrusting easily diverted her attention.

What was he doing?

A sudden urge to laugh escaped her sorrowful heart; she was amused by her son's ignorance.

He was so inexperienced. He didn't even know how to penetrate!

Although the penis didn't penetrate the part of the mother's body that needed the comfort of a male member, it still aroused her desire, relentlessly and persistently brushing against her clitoris. At first, the mother didn't feel anything, but the clitoris is a sensitive area for women. As the son's penis rubbed against her more often, her clitoris gradually became engorged and swollen. With the impact of her son's hot penis, it produced sensations of soreness, numbness, itching, and even a slight pain, arousing the desire deep within her heart.

At first, the desire was faint, seemingly real yet unreal, illusory. The mother remained motionless, letting her own son do as he pleased. But gradually, with each touch to her clitoris, the mother's body began to heat up. Each time her clitoris was rubbed, an irresistible spasm struck her heart, and her vagina began to feel slightly warm.

Why do I feel this way? That's my own son, I'm his own mother!

No, I can't let my own son defile my body, that's a sin.

She bit her lip, constantly fighting against the uncontrollable feeling in her lower body. But human will is too weak, and the feeling is too intense. Unconsciously, the pleasure of incest began to grip her heart tightly, and she began to waver.

Her son's body was still groping between her legs. The mother sighed inwardly. She leaned forward, her legs spreading open without her noticing, her buttocks thrusting towards her son so that he could find the right spot for his penis.

The eager boy, inexperienced and reckless, only began to have a thought when his mother spread her legs and thrust her buttocks high. So, he grasped his penis and slowly inserted it into his mother's tightly closed vagina, which had almost no space.

Just as his mother thrust her buttocks up, suddenly, she felt her anus tighten, and then, something hard and burning, like an iron rod, forced open her anal muscles and penetrated her anus.

"Oh God, Czech, no, you're going in the wrong place, not there, that's not where you're supposed to go."

The tingling and pain from the torn anal muscles made the mother forget her anger. She didn't want her son to touch her there; that place had never been touched by a man before. She was anxious, constantly reminding her son and twisting her hips.

The mother's moans and twisting were like pouring oil into the son's heart, making his already surging heat even stronger.

He ignored his mother's protests and unease, tightly holding her hips with both hands, and forcefully thrusting his glans into that tightly closed place.

"No, Czech, not there, pull it out, pull it out quickly!"

The pain from the torn anal muscles became more obvious, and the mother screamed. Suddenly, her body lunged forward, her anus clenching tightly, and Czech's glans was once again rejected.

"Ugh," Czech groaned softly, and with both hands, he pulled his mother's lower body closer to him again. The penis was expelled, but the mother's vagina had already begun to writhe. As it slowly writhed, waves of emptiness made the middle-aged woman uneasy, and a desire began to stir within her. With

the penis pressed against her buttocks, the mother subtly thrust her lower body, and finally, her son's penis found its way into her vagina. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled hard, and with a "plop," his penis, already coated in the vaginal fluid, rapidly slid into her vaginal opening.

"Oh..." The empty vagina was filled by her son's penis, a feeling of fullness washing over her, and the mother groaned softly.

Now, Czech finally understood the pleasure of vaginal penetration. As soon as the penis entered his mother's vagina, a surge of vaginal fluid rushed to his glans, and the surrounding tender flesh enveloped it, tightly sucking, biting, and nibbling.

The water was warm, and the soft flesh inside his mother's vagina was warm too. Czech felt as if he were enveloped in his mother's warmth, and the warm current flowing through his heart intensified.

"Oh, Mom, you're so good..." Czech tilted his head back, let out a long sigh, and with a forceful thrust, his youthful penis plunged rapidly into the depths of his mother's vagina. Then, he hastily withdrew, and hastily thrust in again.

"Ugh..." The middle-aged woman gasped loudly, secretly grateful to her son for not pushing further into that place that had never been touched before.

"Slap slap slap..." The kitchen, which had previously only been filled with the sounds of clattering dishes and spatulas, was now filled with the loud sounds of flesh colliding rapidly, the obscene moans of a son penetrating his mother's vagina.

"Slap slap slap..." His adolescent excitement was soothed; Czech was like a machine, relentlessly thrusting into his mother's vagina.

With each thrust of her son, the mother felt waves of stimulation in her empty space, a feeling of fullness gripping her, a pleasurable sensation that continued with his relentless thrusting.

"Oh..." The mother finally let out her first moan of pleasure.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The son's slightly thin body swayed back and forth, and with each thrust, his penis plunged deeper into the mother's depths.

The mother braced herself against the edge of the sink, her body heaving rapidly with her son's thrusts, her large, round breasts bobbing back and forth.

"Oh..." Czech was covered in sweat, his mouth agape, when, amidst his relentless thrusting, he suddenly felt a tightening in his body, an indescribable pleasure emanating from the smooth glans. Suddenly, a shiver ran down his spine, his anus tightened, and his penis throbbed violently. With each throbbing, streams of hot, burning fluid powerfully gushed deep into his mother's body…

Finally, right there in his own home, in the kitchen, Czech completed his puberty, offering his virginity to his mother.

For the first time, he felt a sense of peace. He knew that from now on, his mother would have another husband, and everything she had would belong to him! For the rest of his life, he would take good care of her and keep having sex with her!

However, he was still young and didn't understand or care about his mother's needs. He only cared about his own pleasure, and in that overwhelming feeling, he released all his semen into his mother's body… Chapter Three: After Czech ejaculated his incestuous seed into his mother's body, he began to feel immense guilt for his actions. He had not only done something wrong, but he had committed the most unforgivable crime in the world: he had sex with his mother, and against her will, he had raped her!

No one likes this, especially since it's incest—a son raping his mother, something a mother would never forgive.

It's what she despises most, and he did it anyway!

Besides, deep down, his mother neither desires nor accepts having sex with her son; it was merely Czech's one-sided act of bestiality. It was his animalistic outburst that deeply wounded his mother's heart.

For days, Czech lived in the shadow of self-reproach. He tried to erase his mother's image from his heart, which had already cultivated incestuous tendencies, and even avoided her whenever she was around.

When they met, they had nothing to say to each other. Even when Czech had something he had to discuss with his mother, she always looked at him with disgust and contempt.

Czech didn't feel sad about it. They were still together; they weren't alone, and his mother's attitude towards him actually helped him achieve his goal.

The difficult days passed one by one. Czech returned to school, and amidst his studies and playful interactions with classmates, the shadow of incest slowly faded from his heart. He no longer lived in constant self-reproach; he was free again.

The only change was his mother's attitude towards him: when their eyes met, she no longer looked at him with that hatred and contempt. However, she still avoided her son at every turn; it seemed she wanted to downplay the incident even more than he did.

Czech didn't know what to do to make amends for his mistake.

Life was boring. Sometimes, Czech would sit with Jerry on the low railing across the bustling street.

For weeks, Jerry had noticed Czech's constant unhappiness and felt uneasy himself, so he often accompanied him there to help his friend relax.

In fact, this was the best place to observe women. In the warm summer, with the sun shining brightly, the women of the city would wear their finest summer clothes and stroll around the shops.

There were too many cars in the city, and to get to the other side of the street, one had to use the overpass for safety. Most women had to cross the overpass to get to the other side, and the spot the two boys had chosen allowed them to watch them without restraint.

Jerry was a man without any inhibitions; whenever he saw something amusing, he would shout, "Czech, do you see that woman's big breasts? They're huge!"

Jerry was referring to Mrs. MacDonald. Zech didn't like her.

"Oh dear, haven't you noticed? Mrs. MacDonald looks like she's sixty! Jerry."

"Who cares! I only know that if you put your face between her breasts, they could completely cover you!"

Jerry was that kind of person, always joking! He would comment on every woman who passed by, regardless of age, weight, or body type; he would always find something to say about her. In short, he always had something to say.

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, Czech asked the question that had been bothering him: "Jerry, why did you say my mother likes you?"

"Oh...?" His friend, upon hearing this, shifted his gaze from the two passing women and turned to Czech, saying, "You remember what I said? Hahaha, you believed what I said?

Hahaha, you're really stupid. That was just something I told you to lie to you. Can't you use your brain for a second?"

"So, that means my mother has never given you any hints, never indicated that she likes you more than usual?" After a while, Czech asked again.

He thought for a moment, and the idea of fooling his friend came to mind again. He smiled slyly and said, "Hmm, let me think... it seems... it seems... it seems like there was once."

"Really?" Czech leaned closer to Jerry, eager to know the truth.

"I remember that time, I was sitting at your dinner table, and suddenly someone touched my foot under the table, then gently teased my leg, slowly moving forward. At the time, I was completely clueless, not understanding what the adults were doing. By the time I realized it was your mother's foot, she was already pressing down on my crotch, on my penis, swirling around it."

That was just a story he made up on the spot to fool his friend. So he had to desperately hold back his laughter.

He pretended to be very serious and said to Czech in a solemn tone, "I can't remember exactly how long it lasted, but I do remember that you went to the bathroom, and your family was watching TV and no one paid any attention to us. Your mother pretended to be clearing the dishes, came up to me, and grabbed my... hehehe, even if I don't say it, you should know what she grabbed."

Seeing Czech listening to his nonsense with a tense expression, Jerry almost burst out laughing.

"She asked me if my penis was big enough, if it was long enough, and if it could be used to fuck a woman as sexually frustrated as her. Of course, I'm 100% sure that's true. But she didn't quite believe it at the time, so she wanted to touch it with her hand. Luckily, she not only touched my penis, but also pulled my hand all the way to her chest, pressing my hand tightly against her big breasts. And that wasn't all, she pretended to be clearing the dishes, leaned her body towards me, and kissed me with her sexy little mouth."

Jerry said casually, while carefully considering how to end the story.

“But the sound of your footsteps coming downstairs ruined our good time. As soon as she heard your footsteps, she immediately started clearing the dishes with a serious expression.”

Czech listened blankly, his face gradually filling with anger, his eyes glaring at Jerry as if he wanted to breathe fire, as if he wanted to swallow Jerry whole.

Jerry looked at him and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What are you laughing at!” Czech asked fiercely.

“Hahaha, I’m laughing, I’m laughing… You, remember what I said at the beginning, that you should use your brain to think about things? Can’t you tell I’ve been joking with you the whole time? Fine, to tell you the truth, I have absolutely nothing to do with your mother! Nothing… happened… between… us.”

Jerry said, enunciating each word clearly.

After saying that, he turned his head back to admire the big-breasted girl riding a bicycle on the street. That wasn't all. He yelled at the girl, "Hey, pretty lady, can I enjoy the perks of being your boyfriend? Sit on the back of your bicycle and take me to your house, okay?"

Czech didn't know what Jerry was doing; his mind was foggy, constantly thinking about Jerry's words.

His question to Jerry wasn't driven by jealousy like before. Now, he just wanted to know the truth. Of course, he also hoped his friend was telling him the truth. However, even if it was the truth, he would be disappointed.

If what Jerry said was true, he would feel a sense of relief!

If his mother really had an affair with Jerry, then even though he had slept with his own mother, he wouldn't feel guilty about what he had done. Although, if that were true, Czech would definitely be very angry with his friend.

But Jerry was telling the truth; he couldn't hate him.

Jerry was an incredible person. He was right; he really wasn't very bright. He rarely thought things through seriously. Now, he really wanted to replace Jerry's brain with his own.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, Czech felt he could truly "hear" Jerry's thoughts.

For some reason, just as Czech felt Jerry was telling the truth, his mind suddenly cleared, and he quickly discovered something. He had to concentrate, and gradually, he realized he could actually enter Jerry's consciousness.

Once inside Jerry's mind, he quickly discovered something in his head. He felt that the thoughts had nothing to do with Czech's mother. However, Jerry had spied on his mother, Jenny, having sex with Jerry's stepfather, and not long ago!

The more he listened, the more he discovered.

Now, Czech began to understand his best friend's inner world. He, like Czech, wanted to have sex with his mother, and not only his own mother, but also Czech's mother, and of course, Czech's two sisters.

The more he listened, the more Czech understood.

Now, he also knew from Jerry's memories that Jerry had already slept with his sister. His sister was the one whom Czech and Jerry had watched riding her bicycle in the front yard a few months ago, when the wind blew up her skirt.

Jerry's sister, Ais, would let her big-dicked brother into her room whenever she wanted. In her room, after several late nights of intimacy, Jerry had broken through his sister's defenses and was finally allowed to climb on top of her, to taste her clitoris with his mouth and tongue, to tease her labia with the tip of his tongue, and to lick her vulva.

Although his sister wouldn't let him penetrate her vulva or play with her body with his hands, only allowing him to lick her skin or massage her back, Jerry still liked to sneak into his sister's room.

His sister also enjoyed watching her brother masturbate in front of her. She often called him into her room when their parents weren't home, and then the two of them would strip naked at the same time. The older sister sits on the edge of the bed, while the younger brother stands on the floor. She instructs him to stand in front of her, holding her large penis. She stares at his penis, slowly bringing her legs together until they reach the edge of the bed.

Using her ankles to support herself on the edge, she naturally spreads her legs, allowing her brother's gaze to begin at her mons pubis, tracing her vulva and admiring her labia.

She presses her hand against the clitoris, slowly rubbing it. When her fingertips touch the sensitive clitoris, the older sister trembles uncontrollably, emitting soft moans.

When the older sister is naked, Jerry looks at her snow-white muscles, his heart pounding wildly, his penis rapidly swelling with each beat.

As the older sister sits on the edge of the bed, slowly spreading her legs to allow her brother to admire her private parts, Jerry's penis throbs repeatedly.

He gripped it, his strength waning. He watched as his sister's clitoris swelled under her fingertips, hardening and erect. He watched as she pressed harder against it, swirling her fingers around it, listening to her moans, watching her body writhe. A murky, honeyed fluid slowly seeped from her small vulva, sliding down her tightly closed, ever-opening anus. He was already frantically stroking his penis, moaning uncontrollably with his sister… Whenever their parents weren't home, the siblings often did this. The sister liked to watch her brother masturbate, and she liked to watch him play with his penis in front of her. When he couldn't bear it anymore, she would let him ejaculate onto her stomach and thighs.

They had never done anything more transgressive. But Jerry always hoped that one day, in his sister's dark room, she would let him climb on top of her.

He hoped that one day he could thrust his big penis deep into his sister's vulva.

Jerry had mentioned those things, intentionally or unintentionally, more than once in front of Czech, and now, the more he thought

about it, the more astonished he became. He saw himself reflected in Jerry, and a sense of relief washed over him. It turned out he wasn't the only one who wanted to sleep with his mother! Finding a kindred spirit, proving he wasn't alone, Czech's joy was indescribable. This was incredibly important to him! His heart felt lighter and freer. Although he had no idea why he could hear Jerry's thoughts, he was a smart man, and in that instant, a new idea struck him: he hoped to use this unbelievable ability to attract the other women in his family!

“Jerry, do you see that? That looks like your mother, what a round, big ass!”

he said, turning his head to see his friend’s reaction.

The boy looked at the woman Czech was pointing to, then turned back to Czech with a smile and said, “She’s really nice, but she can’t compare to my mother. My mother’s ass is much rounder and much more beautiful!”

He was telling the truth, and Czech admitted that Jerry’s mother was indeed very attractive. Compared to his own mother, even if she wasn’t quite as good, she wouldn’t be far off.

Why hadn’t I ever thought about sleeping with her before? Czech secretly blamed himself.

As he thought about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked Jerry again, “If you had the chance, would you sleep with your mother?”

It was a very personal and sensitive question, and Czech was worried that Jerry would be angry. But Jerry smiled and said, “That’s my secret. Do you think I’d tell you, Czech?”

Hearing Jerry’s words, Czech focused his attention again, imagining Jerry as himself and delving into his thoughts. He was certain that Jerry not only wanted to sleep with his mother, but also with his sister. It was an interesting sexual fantasy; just thinking about his mother and then his sister would excite him. So, Czech said to Jerry again, "Sorry, Jerry, I was just saying that if I had the chance, I would sleep with my mother."

Of course, he had already raped his mother, he had already filled her vagina with all his semen, but he couldn't tell Jerry about it.

"Really?" Jerry frowned, asking seriously, "What's your plan? How do you intend to sleep with her?"

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