That year, I was a sophomore in high school.

Another long month has passed. At school, I've become even more reserved and quiet. I often find myself... (The following text appears to be from a different source and is unrelated to the previous sentences.) ...that year, in my second year of high school, I encountered the season of blooming orioles and swaying willows. Unconsciously, I
walked 　　to the riverbank in the park . Pink peach blossoms bloomed in profusion, slender willows swayed gracefully along the bank, and colorful water birds in the river would sometimes dive into the water, sometimes chase each other. The air was filled with the endless scent of spring. On the way home, at one point, my mother casually remarked, "Yun'er, shouldn't you change your underwear to a larger size?" I looked at the enchanting spring scenery and hurried home. 　　Back home, my mother immediately laid out a sumptuous dinner on the table. My younger sister skipped out of the room, and my mother asked me about school as the three of us began to eat. 　　My name is Xiaofei. My dad is a helmsman and is rarely home. My mom takes care of us, Yuntian, full-time. I love the feeling of flying; it's like I'm the master of the world. I want to hold my happiness tightly to my brother and me. My mom is 30 years old this year, but the marks of time seem to have left no trace on her. Although she doesn't use much makeup, her delicate face is without a single wrinkle, and her high breasts and slender waist create a world-class beauty. My mom smiled gently, grabbed it, rubbed it in a warm and humid place, and then placed it there. She has a kind yet strangely reserved demeanor, and her excellent temperament inspires respect in those who interact with her. Moreover, she always actively and enthusiastically helps others with any work, and the neighbors all say she is a very good person. 　　My younger sister, Xiaoyun, is in the third year of junior high school. She was playful and always hovered in the middle. She inherited her mother's good looks and looked at her beautiful face with immense satisfaction. Her climax came, and she held her mother's head, ejaculating all over her face. Although she was young, her breasts were quite impressive. Although she was average, she always attracted a group of classmates. Her mother always focused on her better self. In addition , she was a junior in high school this year, and the college entrance examination was just around the corner. Concern and anxiety were often on her mother's face. 　　I didn't listen to a word of the conversation at the dinner table, thinking about the teacher's lecture. I ate a couple of bites and went to my room. I opened and closed the door as soon as I was in bed. Seeking a suitor, but with haughty eyes and a cold demeanor that always kept people at arm's length, she remained single. Seeing my recent decline in performance, she specifically called me into her office for a lecture. Because of her strictness, I've always been somewhat afraid to see her. She wore a business suit, her eyes stern, her voice high and low, speaking earnestly. I stared at my toes, unable to utter a single word. 　　I usually can calm myself, but today my mind is a jumbled mess, I can't concentrate on anything. I also remembered last night's dream, a dream where I kept chasing a naked woman. I could only watch her back; she was barefoot, with long hair, a slender waist, beautiful curves, and her breasts constantly hopping around... With a final, powerful thrust, accompanied by my sister's increasingly loud moans, I finally ejaculated. My penis chased after her body, and I rushed forward, grabbing her tightly. 　　My hands embraced her full, soft breasts, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks. A warm sensation emanated from my tip, the intense touch constantly stimulating it until it reached its peak. Just as I was about to thrust forward, she suddenly turned her face. In that instant, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. What a familiar face that was! For ten years, it had been with me almost every day. She was my mother. Her complex eyes, filled with complaint, despair, and a hint of waiting, immediately appeared before me the moment I closed my eyes. 　　I woke up in shock, recalling the dream while sinking into endless self-reproach. I immediately went to the bathroom to change my clothes. I secretly hung my pants to dry on the balcony. But the more I tried to hide, the more I couldn't help but want to look at her. My mother ran into my blanket and covered my eyes. Sister! I remembered that dream I had before about having a comrade . Although she was almost 40, her figure and appearance were always exceptionally good. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her beautiful face exuded an ethereal charm. Her full breasts and slender waist always attracted the attention of passersby. 　　Seeing my unusual behavior, my mother finished setting out the dishes and gently knocked on my door. I lowered my head, not daring to look at her concerned gaze. However, my eyes kept unconsciously glancing at her chest and between her legs. Looking at my report card on the table, I realized that in a short time, I had gone from first in my class to tenth. Although my mother hadn't , I could feel her worry, which was more painful than any scolding. But, obsessed, I could no longer... I focused on my studies. 　　My mother noticed my wolf-like gaze sweeping over her body, and approached me. The faint , alluring scent of her perfume made me shamelessly aroused again. My mother looked at my erection, her face slightly flushed, as if said to me, "None of us in our family have had much education, but you have the strongest desire to fulfill your parents' expectations. I know what you want. If you can improve in your monthly exams, I will give you what you want, and I will improve myself . 　　" I watched as my mother walked towards the bedroom door and locked it. Turning her back, she first took off her top, revealing her smooth back, which shone with a holy light, until she was only wearing a bikini. She turned around, and I watched her walk towards me step by step, her snow-white breasts lowered, searching for those tender spots. Just as she found the entrance, preparing to enter, suddenly, a gush of fluid erupted, and I woke up. Most of her breasts were exposed, white... Her thighs were dazzling. She walked up to me, her large breasts flashing in my mind, and I couldn't help but knead them vigorously, her breasts constantly changing shape . 　　Although my mother was almost 40, her full breasts defied gravity and remained so firm. My mother gently loosened her ponytail, letting her black hair fall down, her tender eyes looking at me as she slowly took off her panties. I could hardly believe my eyes; the pure and chaste goddess of my dreams had finally appeared completely before me. Below her flat stomach, there was a slight bulge, and below that, sparse and neatly arranged in an inverted triangle of pubic hair. My right hand involuntarily moved downwards, touching the delicate skin—this was the place I had been dreaming of. I stroked the exquisite slit with my fingers, feeling the alluring warmth, and...

Her braid was tied behind her head, her bright eyes sparkling beneath her smooth forehead, and her thin lips slightly upturned.
It would soon be warm and moist.
My mother's hands unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and gently grasped my large member. She sighed
softly ; my precious treasure had grown so much. Her soft hands
slowly increased the speed of her touch on my penis. Watching my mother's beautiful, delicate hands caressing my private parts, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me
. I called out "Mom," my mind went blank, and I ejaculated, my semen spraying onto my mother's legs and pubic hair,
a lewd sensation. I looked up at my mother, her gaze still so sublime. She picked up some paper and
cleaned me and herself. Her left hand slowly stroked my scrotum, while her right hand gently slid across my shrunken penis.
In less than ten minutes, it began to harden again.
This time it lasted longer. I stroked my mother's breasts and genitals while receiving her light and fast
strokes, a feeling of happiness overflowing around me. The pleasure was like a rollercoaster, rising and falling, and I wholeheartedly enjoyed the
rhythm. Suddenly, I felt a gentle finger reaching up from my anus, the stimulation reaching its peak again, and I
involuntarily ejaculated.
The days filled with anticipation always seemed to pass slowly. Although I still went home every weekend, my mother no longer
pinched me—it was definitely not a dream—and slowly began to undress my sister.
Even though I sometimes felt aroused by such things, I was forbidden by my mother's strict gaze. Thinking that as long as my
grades improved, my mother could give me more help, I made a tough decision. Whenever I felt like I was going to succeed, I would
wash my face with cold water and prick myself with a needle. Gradually, I was able to control myself and devote myself wholeheartedly to my studies.
I couldn't help but marvel at the immense potential of human beings. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the monthly exam results were released. I came in
third . Thinking of my mother's reward, I was filled with longing. My mother came into the room. I could tell she had just taken a shower;
her long hair was still a little damp. She walked to my side, first taking off her own clothes, then squatting down and slowly pulling down my
pants. I was already as hard as iron.
Suddenly, I felt a warmth, and my member entered... I was enveloped in a warm embrace. My beloved mother was giving me
oral sex . Although her movements weren't very skillful, she was very dedicated. She repeatedly swallowed my penis, occasionally
sweeping the tip of her tongue against my glans, and sometimes plunging deep into my throat. Her beautiful hair had already covered her face. I parted her long hair
and entered her. My mother choked, but still swallowed it all.
My penis throbbed in her mouth, and my mother carefully licked it clean. Her young body
recovered quickly, and it soon became hard again in her mouth. Seeing that the time was right, my mother pulled my penis out of her mouth and
lay back on the bed. I couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on her. My lower body kept thrusting forward. I couldn't find a place anywhere.
I straightened my back, and both of us let out a soft "ah," finally becoming one.
Although my mother gave birth to both of us, she was always alone, and my penis was still very tight.
The feeling in my penis was completely different from masturbation or oral sex; a soft mass of flesh gripped my penis tightly, and even when my penis was still,
it felt incredibly pleasurable. Endless happiness enveloped me intensely; all the glory and wealth in the world seemed insignificant to me. "
You need to improve your studies; there will be a reward," she said, then glanced at me ambiguously. My sister's face
was like a passing cloud; as long as I could be with my mother, I was willing to sacrifice anything. I couldn't help but thrust wildly, resisting
and violating her with all my might. My mother pushed me away, "Slow down, it's been a long time since I've done this, it takes time to adjust."
I slowly thrust in and out, watching our joined bodies, her juices slowly flowing out.
My penis entered and exited my mother's most precious private parts, her labia majora completely parted, my penis occasionally
pulling out pink, tender flesh. I felt every pulsation of her vulva, my
hands tightly gripping her breasts, afraid that if I closed my eyes it would all be a dream, watching my mother's face flushed. She closed her eyes tightly, slowly
whispering Faster." I began to speed up; my mother's vulva was so mysterious, like a... My little hands, rhythmically and slowly...
I entered deep inside, relentlessly striking my mother's pubic bone. My soul soared to the clouds, the extreme pleasure
bringing a wave of happiness. I only wished this joy could last forever, never to stop. I continued thrusting rapidly, my mother's
cries growing louder and louder. Suddenly, it felt as if my penis had been gripped tightly, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
Like a machine gun, I ejaculated all of my semen into my mother's womb. As I ejaculated, I held her tightly, tightly. I kissed
her face, then her eyes, my mouth tasting salty. She couldn't help but bring her lips to mine, kissing me deeply for a long time.
Even though I was already soft, I still didn't want to pull out. I hugged my mother, begging her not to leave. My mother shook her
head, wiping the white fluid flowing from her lower body with a tissue. She put on her clothes and left the room.
Once a person has desires, endless motivation arises. Thinking about what the next reward would be,
I
couldn't help but yearn for it. My groin clenched, and I quickly regained my composure, remembering the complex look in my mother's eyes in my dream—a look filled with complaint, despair, and a hint of expectation. Once again, I firmly resolved that I would not let them down.
Campus life is monotonous and long, but I always manage to find patterns in the most monotonous routines and
directions for progress in the most difficult situations.
She took off her clothes, grabbed my hands, one on each side... Pressing the large, smooth hand against my head, my mind went blank.
The monthly exam results were out again, and I was fourth in the class, a drop from the previous ranking, and
less than five points behind second and third place. I had been too arrogant, and I couldn't help but feel deep self-reproach. Why did this happen?
I carefully checked my mistakes, especially in math. The points weren't lost because I didn't know how to do them,
but was too careless. My heart still sank. Although this result was already very good,
the thought of missing out on the reward filled me with disappointment.
When I got home, I showed the report card to my mother for her signature. She glanced at it and frowned... My eyebrows lowered, then suddenly relaxed.
I was talking to my younger sister, who was 15 years old this year. Her breasts were unusually developed. She was always
chattering and jumping around, and I hadn't paid much attention to it before. Now, it seems that my sister has started to grow up
. The illusion has vanished, and I wish time could stop at this moment, so that my happiness and joy could be a little more, a little more. I
was still as talkative as before, always having endless things to say.
She was chatting with her mother about interesting things at school, and her mother scolded her, "Don't play dirty. You should learn more from your brother." Listening to
the unparalleled feeling, I felt as if I was floating on clouds. I kept saying, "Hurry, hurry, hurry," and my mother's hands quickened.
A sudden blush spread, and things quieted down considerably. That evening, no one came to keep me company; the restlessness of youth overwhelmed me.
I hated my carelessness in the exam; my mind was a tempest of emotions. I forced myself to calm down, turned on some music, and drifted off to sleep.
I had another dream. In it, I seemed to have grown a pair of enormous wings. My muscles were strong and round. On a
verdant mountaintop, I gently pushed off with my arms and began to soar into the air. Beautiful mountains
slowly passed before my eyes; I could even see fish darting about in the river. With the wind, I forcefully extended my wings,
holding them firmly in my hands. After flying for a long time, I began to circle, and before I knew it, I arrived at a small village. A stream flowed at the village entrance...
I noticed two children playing in the open space ahead. The older boy was bullying a little girl. The little girl was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face,
looking like a big, dirty cat. Who else could it be but my sister? The boy,
relentless, was none other than myself as a child. I quickly lowered myself, separating my sister from me. A massive,
enraged wing lunged at "me," and my sister cried out, rushing forward to shield "me," shouting "No!"
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. My wings swept my sister towards me, and I hugged her tightly,
kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears.
After a long while, I opened my eyes. Before me stood a tall building, and we were kissing on the rooftop.
The girl before me had grown up, though the tears in her eyes hadn't completely dried. Her clothes were gone, and we were
naked , embracing each other. Her soft breasts made me hard again. I pressed against her lower abdomen and tried
running laps on the track, using physical exhaustion to relieve the pressure on my mind. That day, I had just finished running and was slowly walking back to the dormitory
when I suddenly noticed a small figure under a tree. Looking closer in the lamplight, I realized it was my homeroom teacher. She
still had that stern face, her concerned gaze thoughtful, yet it had never left me. I
finally got first place in the class in this monthly exam, but I couldn't feel happy. So many eagerly awaiting eyes...
the perfect curve. She's always exceptionally kind to people, always showing a slight smile before speaking. Her smile
was fixed on me; if I couldn't... a heavy feeling welled up inside me. When Mom saw my report card, her face lit up with a smile, but then she saw my gloomy
expression and her heart sank. She paused for a moment, then spoke to me in her usual tone, asking about trivial
things .
Back in my room, I felt a heavy pressure on one side and a deep sense of anticipation on the other. I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore;
my mind was filled with wild fantasies. Suddenly, the door opened, and a nimble figure rushed in, like an arrow.
My sister and I don't talk much, but she's always been so caring towards me. I pulled back the covers and saw my sister was
a little tense, then glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.
Her hands were tightly shut . Her eyes were red, her face flushed, and she wore a beautiful white dress that she rarely wore. The dress, pure
white , contrasted beautifully with her fair skin—what a beautiful creation from heaven! I thrust fiercely...
A sharp, piercing pain tore at my nerves, and I gritted my teeth to endure it. Looking up, I saw teeth marks everywhere...
My sister was carefully cooperating with me. She was turned to the side, and I unhooked her bra from behind while simultaneously
pulling down her panties. The pure body of a fifteen-year-old girl was fully displayed before me. Her nipples were
pink, and although young, her breasts were small... She was no less beautiful than ordinary people. I took her breast into my mouth, my tongue
tracing circles on her nipple. The touch was firmer than my mother's. The young virgin's breasts emitted a faint, delicate
fragrance. I was intoxicated by this alluring scent. My hand slowly traced down her trembling young body.
My sister's private parts were truly exquisite, like a pure work of art. Her labia majora were not yet parted, and
there were sparse downy hairs on the pink folds. I gently touched that small mound, and my sister couldn't help but
moan , her body suddenly trembling. I slowly began to twist, and my sister's trembling intensified. The stronger the urge,
the more her legs twisted together, her arms tightly gripping me, finally letting out an exaggerated cry as her body stretched out. I
kissed my sister's delicate lips tenderly, my tongue savoring their exquisite fragrance. Her snow-white breasts
changed shape with each touch of my hands.
I slowly parted her legs with my knees. My already hardened member reached the entrance of her opening, and
I gently rubbed the head against it. I could see that my sister was extremely nervous, clinging to me tightly, her body stiff.
I whispered in her ear, "Yun'er, don't be afraid, I'll go slower." [The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete translation or a formatting error.] Her body slowly relaxed. With lightning speed, I suddenly thrust inside, breaking through one layer of resistance
and penetrating all the way in. Lang Lingqing was incredibly tight, exceptionally tight; my penis was tightly enveloped, the pleasure and
satisfaction unparalleled. Lang Lingqing's uncontrolled, sudden movements almost made me ejaculate.
My sister let out an exaggerated cry, and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I dared not move, gently
licking away her tears with my tongue, and whispered in my heart, "Sister, I will be good to you for the rest of my life." Unexpectedly, my sister cried even
louder, her shoulders starting to sob. I gently stroked her body while
slowly . The murky blood seeped from our point of connection, creating
a stark contrast with my sister's pale, glistening skin—a place I had spent my childhood in.
As I moved slowly, my sister began to adjust, whispering, "Faster."
I obeyed, increasing my speed.
Her tightness prevented me from going too far. I strained, afraid I'd ejaculate too soon. Plus,
it was my sister's first time, so although I was a bit fast, I still controlled the rhythm, savoring this precious taste. My
penis seemed to encounter heavy resistance with every step forward, her shaft sucking like a child. My mother's
shaft tightened rhythmically, while my sister's shaft seemed to be constantly tightening. I couldn't take it anymore, and I
thrust harder and harder. Her shaft also began to contract heavily, as if trying to squeeze me out. I couldn't bear
to separate, so I pressed myself even closer. At that moment, my sister's eyes opened, her tears still wet on them.
She looked straight at me, grabbed my arm, and bit me hard.
A bloody mark. I couldn't help but hug my sister tighter, gently kissing her earlobe, sucking and licking it, then
kissing it again. Her warm, fragrant breath filled my arms, and soon I started to get hard again. My sister clearly felt the discomfort and fumbled
around , finally grabbing it with her little hand, exclaiming, "It's so big! I can't believe how such a big thing can fit inside me!"
She tightened her grip again and again, giving me an unusually pleasurable feeling.
Inside her body. I parted her legs, wanting to enter again.
My sister twisted, rolled over, and sat on top of me. Then, she spread her legs, lifted her body, and
slowly sat down on my penis. She moved slowly, and I parted the long hair from her face with one hand,
while caressing her full breasts with the other. Perhaps my sister was exhausted, because she slowed down after a while. I couldn't take it anymore,
so I pulled my sister down and thrust in quickly. My sister immediately let out a rapid cry. I held my conjoined
sister, rolled over, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and began to thrust forcefully in the deepest position.
I kept calling my sister's name, looking at the place where we were joined. My sister's private parts were slightly red and swollen, the pale
pink flesh of her vagina filled with endless temptation. Heaven has been too kind to me. Looking at this delicate young girl,
writhing and throbbing under my rod, I recalled that dream of flying. I unleashed my power,
galloping freely within her body. I felt a long-lost sense of fulfillment and contentment. Two young bodies, endlessly seeking pleasure, continued for what seemed like forever, until
we both fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.
Happy days always fly by, and soon it was almost time for final exams.
What further rewards would I receive if I did well on the finals? Looking at my mother's smiling, confident eyes, I couldn't contain my excitement.

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