Beautiful older sister's tragic years as a cook - Incest novel

That winter, my husband, who had long abused and beat me, suddenly passed away. Hearing this devastating news, I drew back the curtains and saw snow falling, the trees and pond gently buried in snowflakes. I didn't cry, nor did I show any sign of pain; the news of my husband's death simply settled softly on my heart. Facing the slightly questioning gazes of my in-laws, I didn't quite understand why I felt this way, so speechless with grief over my husband's passing. A few days later, I went with my in-laws, my aunt, and my other aunt to pay respects at my husband's grave. Before leaving, my mother-in-law told me, "Remember to cry." I thought that when I arrived at the grave, I would surely weep uncontrollably. However, when I looked at the countless graves covered by the vast expanse of snow, I didn't know how to muster my emotions; I felt very strange. It was like a singer losing their voice, because I've always been a very emotional person. On the way home, the snow had gradually melted. "Melting," such a warm word, like spring blossoms, like the reconciliation of past grievances. But snowfall isn't cold; melting snow is the coldest. Standing at my doorstep, the snow around me exudes a cold fragrance, loosening and crumbling, yet my heart is so calm and sorrowful, even more so than the snow itself. But looking back at the frosty faces of my in-laws, I know this snow will be even "colder," only it came too early. My in-laws think I'm a heartless woman, but who can understand the deep sorrow in my heart? I once encountered and clashed with my late husband; the spark ignited, and I knew I was wrong. He hit me, yet I still obeyed. He was mad, his life empty and decadent, yet his destructive sadism became a deadly pull on me. I almost drowned in it, wanting to see how deep I could fall. As Nietzsche said, "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." Now, he's gone, and the frosty, hostile expressions on my in-laws' faces are like an uncontrollable chill, paralyzing me. I stand on the forest path, beside a few small piles of fruit, revisiting memories of my late husband. Intermittently, bittersweet, I gather his voice, his smile, and his image, piece by piece. Tears stream down my face, like a teacup overflowing without the pourer noticing. The tears that should have fallen that winter have silently remained hidden in my heart until now. The snow that should have melted away that winter—only today, with the daily bullying from my in-laws, have I truly felt the deep chill within myself. Perhaps it was because of the extreme grief that I was unable to shed tears. The day after my late husband passed away, my mother-in-law, thinking me heartless, deliberately embarrassed my sister. She immediately demoted her to the kitchen, where she was responsible for cooking for over twenty people in my husband's family, leaving me with not a single decent piece of clothing to cover myself! My sister was left naked, her bare body covered only by a thin, old nightgown, her two nipples sticking out like little red dates, clearly visible! My mother-in-law had thrown away a pair of men's boxer briefs, but they couldn't even conceal the dark pubic hair peeking out from between her legs! My large feet were encased in a pair of small, tiny wooden clogs, and my sister desperately tried to squeeze her five tender white toes into the transparent tape on the clogs, while her bright red ankles were exposed, making her look like a little white rice dumpling. She had to keep her large buttocks tightly closed when walking, lest she slip and fall on her bottom! My sister, wearing a pair of small wooden clogs, clattered into the kitchen, almost with tears in her eyes with every step. Sigh, facing the huge pile of ingredients to prepare, two streams of tears silently flowed down her cheeks! In fact, my sister is a rare, mature woman, a true country girl with a strong, youthful appearance—fair-skinned, plump, and beautiful. Her full cheeks, deep black eyebrows that slant upwards towards her temples, exude a spirited air and a free-spirited, impulsive personality. Her small, red lips are like the rich, almost dripping juice of pomegranate blossoms; a dab of them on your finger and it might stain your hand crimson. My smile is my most radiant feature, charming and adorable, undeniably alluring. My features, though still youthful and delicate, are well-proportioned, with arched eyebrows and pearly white teeth. My naturally captivating eyes, paired with two arched eyebrows, make me incredibly beautiful. Although I'm over forty, I look like a mature woman in her thirties, both in appearance and figure. My dignified, virtuous, and elegant demeanor exudes a noble air that few mature women can match. Speaking of my figure, it's the most perfect and outstanding among women! Tall and curvaceous, with measurements of 34-28-37.Although I'm now past my prime, my body remains shapely, with a plump, pert bottom. My face has a slightly mixed Japanese and Korean appearance. Standing among a group of women, it seems only my face stands out, making all the others pale in comparison. My skin is incredibly delicate and fair, as are my fingers and toes. I especially love and take great care of my size 37.5 feet and my jade-like, delicate toes. My toenails are trimmed to a sharp point and coated with clear, glossy nail polish. I always wear a touch of perfume on my fair feet—so alluring, so captivating! It's a pity that now I can only wear wooden clogs! I often tie my cascading hair into a high ponytail, letting it swing diagonally behind my head. I exude the charm of a mature woman and wife. Standing among women, my beauty makes all the others seem dull and lifeless. Alas, it's hard to be a refined lady, but it's even harder to be a wanton woman. Being forced from a noble, elegant woman into a wanton one is incredibly difficult. Facing the heartless penetration of her husband's wife, her nipples being pinched, touched, and twisted roughly, she felt a restless, itchy itch in her heart. Who could have imagined any good fortune in the future? Her husband is gone. Though her beauty has faded, she remains a delicate, beautiful widow living with her husband's family. Life is truly unbearable. Facing her current miserable, desolate, and aimless existence, she feels utterly hopeless! Since I took over the cooking and cleaning duties, she's exhausted every day, her legs weak and her body limp. Meanwhile, this young widow has to get up before dawn, before the dogs even bark, from her worn-out sofa cushions to prepare meals for over twenty people! My mother-in-law's rules were extremely strict, and the cooking of Chinese food was incredibly complicated. There were countless methods: frying, stir-frying, boiling, stewing, braising, steaming, pickling, soaking, air-drying, freezing, frost-freezing, slicing, boiling, roasting, grilling, braising… Each method had its own unique shape and flavor. If the cooking method, appearance, or taste wasn't up to par, I'd be in for a beating. I wasn't allowed to eat at the main table; I had to wait for my in-laws, sisters-in-law, uncles, and more than ten others to finish eating, then collect the leftovers and squat down to eat by the stove. Every morning when I woke up, I felt like I'd been brutally raped. The world had become so gloomy, like my entire life. Everything I'd done and tried to do had lost its meaning. It had become so meaningless, I couldn't find any reason to move forward. I felt like a little female dog struggling in a world of bullying. Although I'm a country girl, I did study at Peking University for a few years, but now that I'm getting older, I can't escape my mother-in-law's tyrannical control. After cooking a huge meal, I'd be subjected to the merciless bullying of my husband's family. I understand that tormenting women is a very exciting and exhilarating thing, especially for a mature, slightly languid, and somewhat older female cook like myself. It really does get me going. In fact, I'm very strict with myself and am a good woman who "supports her husband and raises her children." In reality, my life as a cook is full of sweat, setbacks, pain, and exhaustion. I'm constantly dealing with people and things, dealing with the abuse and brutal sex of perverted men, being cruelly punished, and enduring all kinds of humiliation. I can only pretend to be a submissive woman who dares not resist. "Oh my god, oh dear, oh my god... Oh my god, you scared me to death! What are you trying to do to me?" My sister cried out in terror from the kitchen... Just as she was washing vegetables, she occasionally took out a small towel to wipe the sweat from the back of her neck under her ponytail. Suddenly, she felt a hot breath on her back, which instantly startled her, making her blood boil and her tremble... Turning around, oh dear, it was that boring, ugly father-in-law again, trying to take advantage of my sister. My sister's obviously frightened and disappointed expression made her father-in-law feel guilty. He forced a smile and asked, "What's wrong? You're so busy." Staring at my sister, the lecherous father-in-law stepped forward and hugged me from behind, catching my big breasts red-handed! My sister tried to break free slightly, saying, "What are you doing! It's so hot, I'm busy, so stop messing around. Let go!" But my father-in-law didn't let go. His hand slowly moved upwards, tracing the line of my breasts to my sister's nipples. His hands lingered greedily over my firm breasts, gently rubbing them while laughing and whispering in my ear, "Stop messing around?! You don't want to listen?! You don't want to live?! You need to cook properly! Otherwise, your mother-in-law will sell you, this heartless little widow, to become a prostitute. But you're capable and beautiful, I really can't bear to part with you. If I sell you, I won't be able to fuck you anymore. You don't know what kind of blessing I have in my past life to fuck you!" His long nails dug into my nipples, twisting them, "Will you listen to me or not?!" My sister couldn't help but let out a soft cry, "It hurts! Oh, I dare not disobey you!" My nipples were being pinched until they were hard and painful, accompanied by waves of tingling, numbness, and unbearable itching! The heavy, hot breath and bad breath from my ugly, fat-faced father-in-law made me feel utterly disgusted and nauseous. I turned away to avoid him, but seeing his simple-minded yet lecherous face, bordering on stupid and vulgar, my sister felt utterly disgusted. She thought to herself, "Isn't this widowhood just like climbing hills and overcoming hurdles?" Enduring the pain and tingling from pinching my nipples, I couldn't help but sigh softly, "Ah! Oh dear!" My father-in-law ripped off my sister's boxer shorts, revealing her snow-white buttocks. He imagined my sister's alluring face and seductive figure. He used both hands to support my sister's thighs from behind, aligning her vaginal opening with his semi-erect penis, and then pressed down, haphazardly inserting his penis into my sister's tender vagina! My sister felt so helpless and desperate. As the saying goes, there are two difficult things in the world: climbing to heaven is difficult, but asking for help is even more difficult. There are two kinds of bitterness in the world: bitter melon, but poverty is even more bitter. There are two kinds of danger in the world: the dangers of the martial world, but the dangers of the human heart are even more dangerous. There are two kinds of thinness in the world: the thinness of spring ice, but the thinness of human relationships are even thinner. Knowing the difficulty; enduring the bitterness; measuring the danger; bearing the thinness, these words are truly true. "Big-footed woman, while washing the vegetables, wiggle your hips, be more seductive! Scream faster! ... Be more forceful!" My sister answered in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, big-footed woman, I'll make you feel good... mmm." My nipples were pinched between his fingers, ready to be pinched off at any moment. My sister dared not resist even a little bit. He used to beat me so badly, hitting my genitals, inserting a wooden stick into my vagina. It was truly heart-wrenching and terrifying. My sister was terrified. His atrocities were endless. At this moment, after his semi-erect penis was inserted, my father-in-law did not move, but told my sister to wiggle her hips. Knowing her father-in-law's energy was limited, my sister had to stick out her white, plump buttocks, lasciviously writhing her ample hips while moaning softly, but her hands couldn't stop washing the vegetables in the sink. My in-laws all seemed to have gone mad, like a forest on fire. I was like a pitiful little bird flapping its wings to put out the flames. The gods questioned what power a bird had to extinguish a fire. I said, "I only stay here because I once lived in this mountain, and I can't bear to leave. I love my deceased husband, and it's only because I can't bear to leave him that I'm staying here!" After a while, my father-in-law began to arch his hips back and forth rhythmically, "thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..." As he arched rhythmically, he spread my sister's legs and buttocks high to the sides and back, allowing him to look down and admire the alluring anus where his and my sister's genitals were sandwiched between her plump, white buttocks. "Mmm...hum...mmm...oh...oh...mmm...hum...oh dear, oh dear!" At first, the woman remained silent, but after being penetrated by her father-in-law for a while, her moans gradually grew louder. At first, they were soft and delicate, like the helpless groans of a weak woman yielding to pleasure. Later, the moans softened, revealing a mature woman forced to have sex with someone she didn't love, yet involuntarily aroused like a wildcat, her lewd whispers revealing boundless helplessness, a helplessness tinged with wantonness. It's unclear whether she had ejaculated, but these moans certainly further aroused the men's desire and lust."Mmm...oh...ah...ah...I...can't take it anymore...please...sir, please let me go, spare my life, spare Big Foot's little cunt! ...Hmph...oh dear!" The father-in-law thrust his hips forcefully, brutally fucking the young woman beneath him who was constantly moaning in pain. He had no sense of tenderness whatsoever. The father-in-law continued to pleasure his sister, wanting her to reach orgasm, seeing her disheveled state, while she washed vegetables and responded to his thrusts! Her white, tender feet, which were on the ground, showed signs of slight cramping, her snow-white toes curling and clenching tightly. Watching her tender flesh tremble slightly, especially her snow-white, plump buttocks swaying with the thrusts, her high, soft breasts shaking incessantly, and her alluring eyes half-closed, revealing the mature woman's wanton and seductive charm, made the father-in-law lose his mind and his lust burn fiercely. My half-erect penis was getting harder and harder; he must have taken drugs to fuck my sister! But even if he was drugged, I thought I could handle it. My father-in-law is old, and his thing isn't very big. My sister thought, "If you keep playing with me, fucking me, one day I'll make you happy and ascend to heaven on my body!" She couldn't help but stick her butt out and shake it violently. After several tens of minutes of this, my father-in-law finally reluctantly pulled out from my sister's back. My sister collapsed by the soaking wet kitchen sink, as if all her strength had been absorbed by him. Even though she couldn't move, her body trembled involuntarily… She'd only been fucked once! Everyone says sex is easy and enjoyable, so why was my sister so miserable? …When my sister realized what had happened to her, she knelt down in shame. Gazing at the kitchen ceiling, one hazy orange-red light after another expanded and merged into a familiar circle before my eyes. I closed my eyes, feeling the faint warmth slowly enveloping me; something within my body, almost unable to move an inch, seemed to have crumbled and been lost forever—the chastity of a widow! Yet something else slowly began to be reborn; my sister understood—it was desire! Looking again at my wet genitals and the disheveled vegetables in the sink, that was reality! Casually tidying the sink, I grabbed a small towel and hastily wiped away the fluids from my recently violated genitals. My sister was filled with a complex mix of emotions regarding the bleak life of a widow! After her father-in-law's frantic efforts, he realized it was nearly noon. He busied himself in the kitchen, battling with pots and pans, working tirelessly to prepare food for the dozen or so people. He was constantly cooking and stewing. Meanwhile, the old man—a relative of my mother-in-law and my late husband's former maid—had been helping with grocery shopping, but refused to buy salt. As a result, the food was bland, and my mother-in-law flew into a rage. My father-in-law, however, turned on her, slapping my sister across the face. She was devastated. "You can't even cook properly! Go be a prostitute! See how I deal with you, you big-footed whore! What can you do besides get fucked?" My mother-in-law yelled at my sister, her anger palpable. "I can't do it! Uncle forgot to buy salt," my sister protested helplessly. My mother-in-law immediately stepped forward and slapped her again, making her stagger.她口里骂道：「你什麽？还有理？还敢犟嘴？怪东怪西就不怪自己！卖去作婊子算啦！明天就卖掉你！」婆婆又喝了一声，「臭大脚，给我剥下裤子、光了屁股跪下！」可奈何地拉下破旧的四角旧内裤光了个肥臀夹了腿，然后大脚『咔哒'一声抛开了木屐，赤裸了下体缓缓地双脚内八字跪在了地上。裸露了一双大脚板目光下垂，微微温顺发抖挺着上身，等待着责骂挨打吧。因为姐姐自己个性保守，不是淫荡人尽可妇的淫娃；阿谀撒娇，迎奉拍马也学不会；所以经常被公婆挨揍，看来今天讨这体罚是躲不过去了，而且是如恶狠狠毒辣虐待的大阵仗！「自己说！该怎麽惩罚你这婊子！？」婆婆从凳子上缓缓站了起来。 My sister knelt on the ground, humiliated, tightly covering her genitals with her slender fingers, her buttocks taut, trying to avoid her father-in-law's lustful and greedy gaze. I knew I couldn't escape the torment today, and I remained silent, my heart pounding with anxiety. "Big-footed bitch! I'm asking you a question! Didn't you hear me?" My father-in-law roared in anger when he saw I didn't speak. There's an old Chinese saying, "To correct others, one must first correct oneself." My father-in-law's own behavior was corrupt and immoral, his record riddled with misdeeds; what right did he have to criticize me? "No!... Please... please spare me!" I pleaded desperately, terrified. "Spare you? You can't even cook vegetables properly, do you think it's that cheap?! Go! Spread your legs!" My mother-in-law said viciously, grabbing my genitals with her hand. "Why is it sticky? It's filthy! Did some get into the food?" I looked at my mother-in-law resentfully, unaware that she was catching her husband's, my father-in-law's, semen that he had just left inside me! Now, all I could do was kneel on the ground, my plump buttocks exposed, and spread my legs. What tricks was my mother-in-law up to now? She took pepper powder, garlic juice, and a few slices of ginger, squeezed out the juice, and mixed it into a bowl of Sichuan Chen's chili sauce, stirring it slowly and deliberately! My sister, naked from the waist down, was so ashamed that her whole body was burning and trembling. Her delicate hands tightly covered her tender genitals, and she was sobbing uncontrollably that she couldn't even kneel. But for some people, my helpless appearance only added to their sadistic arousal. "Come, come, come, use this bowl of chili sauce to wipe this stinking cunt and asshole, let's have a 'Chili Sauce Stirring Your Clit' to cure you!" Hearing my mother-in-law's words, my sister was so nervous she almost peed herself; she was terrified! My mother-in-law added some Sichuan chili sauce and half a bottle of pepper powder, stirring it with chopsticks like whisking eggs, making a "crunch, crunch, crunch!" sound. My sister was even more uneasy. With each stir, my heart tightened. It was truly heart-wrenching! My sister's face turned pale, and cold sweat frequently broke out on the soles of her feet. I thought to myself, a mature woman in her forties has to be punished like a primary school student. Heaven is really playing tricks on people! My mother-in-law added pepper powder and garlic juice to the whole bowl of Sichuan chili sauce and smeared it on my sister's vulva, and even inserted her fingers into my anus! My sister screamed in agony! This torture was truly painful, numb, spicy, and itchy, reaching deep into my sister's vagina and rectum. Her "G" spot and anus immediately felt hot, itchy, and spicy. My sister shuddered violently, her body weak and trembling. Her vagina felt strangely uncomfortable and itchy. Tears and snot came out from the spiciness. She coughed incessantly, screamed in agony, and twisted and struggled. But her lower body was also constantly aching and itchy, with drops of vaginal fluid dripping down. Her mother-in-law then roughly dug and prodded her anus, scooping a whole bowl of Sichuan chili sauce deep into her vagina! Her sister trembled repeatedly, seemingly experiencing multiple orgasms but unable to release, almost going crazy from the pent-up desire! This was truly difficult. Her mother-in-law used her fingertips to pry open her anus and clitoris, seemingly even prying open her urethra, then smeared more Sichuan chili sauce, as if burning her genitals with a raging fire. The tender flesh of her urethra opened like a fish's mouth; her sister, over forty years old, had never experienced such torture before! I was completely pale; it was truly inhumane. At that moment, her sister's pain caused me to let out a non-human scream, "Ah...help...stop...ah...it'll kill me...Mom! Oh my god! It hurts so much! My cunt is burning!" The older sister struggled painfully to stand up, but her plump, white buttocks twisted and she collapsed again! This only excited the men present! The older sister screamed, "No!... I won't do it again!... I'll cook good food... Please, my slutty cunt, listen to me!... I... please... spare me!... Aww!!... My cunt! Oh my!... It's burning me! Ah!... Ouch... I'm dying... Good sir, spare... spare my stinky big-footed cunt!" The older sister's screams echoed in the kitchen, a sound that would make anyone's heart tremble. But it must have been the chili pepper rubbing on her cunt that was too stimulating. At that moment, she felt a heat in her labia majora, her vaginal muscles tightened, her urethra opened, and a stream of urine involuntarily gushed out. Because my sister was rolling around on the ground after being choked, her legs were constantly kicking and dangling in the air, with the soles of her two fair and tender feet pointing upwards, everyone could clearly see this large stream of hot urine shooting out of her urethra, arcing upwards before falling, and it sprayed for several minutes. Her beautiful labia were flapping incessantly due to the impact of the urine, and her buttocks and inner thighs trembled violently, with some urine slowly flowing down her inner thighs. "Oh...ah...dear father-in-law...dear mother-in-law...this daughter-in-law can't take it anymore...can't keep choking my pussy...oh...my asshole hurts so much...it's so horny...oh dear...ah...oh...my little asshole is going to split...ouch...my little pussy is so spicy...dear father-in-law...dear mother-in-law...oh...ah...this daughter-in-law...this daughter-in-law can't take it anymore...oh...it's choking my big feet...waaaaa...darling...you're killing this little bitch...it's choking this little bitch to death...ouch...ah...dear father-in-law and mother-in-law...brother...please spare me...please me...don't choke my pussy...stop it...ouch...oh my god.""...The little wife is...about to ejaculate again...Oh...ah...I'm going to die...This little slut is going to die...Oh..." My sister's cunt was overflowing with honey-like fluid, her tender little anus filled with white, cloudy vaginal fluid. I vaguely heard my mother-in-law say, "Did you believe me when I told you Big Foot is a complete slut? I'll sell her to a brothel, and you can go play with her!" The men in the house found it particularly amusing. Even when I urinated, my little bit of dark, fuzzy pubic hair became sticky, and everyone saw it, even... The pink hemorrhoids inside her plump buttocks and anus were clearly visible, and every man was eager to examine them, scrutinizing them from all angles, even searching for moles on her genitals. Their eyes were filled with lustful desire. One man remarked, "Damn, this is ridiculous… Grandma's tastes are really heavy; don't torture Big Feet like this. Big Feet is really something! I really want to fuck this mature woman!!! She's amazing! A complete slut!" The men made the woman feel incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. Chili sauce mixed with urine and vaginal fluid, along with red, yellow, and white vaginal secretions, spilled all over the floor. The woman hated these shameless scoundrels, this inhuman abuse! They'd played with her to this extent; she was so angry, she wanted to flip over and fly away! "This big foot is such a stinky cunt, it's really getting exciting! Daring to piss today, I'll beat you again, dig harder, add more pepper, dig..." My father-in-law, not yet satisfied, wanted to continue to humiliating me! My sister, enduring hardship for her in-laws and late husband, remained a widow, yet instead of applauding, her in-laws tormented her. This is truly a diverse world, a testament to the unpredictable and treacherous nature of humanity. It's like the misty rain of Mount Lu and the tides of Zhejiang; only after experiencing the ecstasy of life can one truly taste the bitterness of life... My sister understands that remaining a widow in her husband's family means constantly climbing hills and overcoming difficulties. This inevitably involves the pain of adjustment and the troubles of growing up. She hopes the rainbow will appear after the storm. In her heart, she can only remember that there is no mountain higher than man, no road longer than the path one walks. As long as I persevere and endure, with a broad mind and a tolerant heart, there will be a day of liberation. Chapter Two: My Mature Sister, a Cook, is Bullied by the Servants and Old Man. This dish, "Chili Sauce Stirring the Big Clit," almost tortured me to death! The experience of chili sauce spurting into my vagina was a shocking and stimulating lesson. I no longer had the courage to resist, afraid my mother-in-law would rub chili on my vagina again—a truly agonizing fear. I hoped people would show me more compassion and sympathy; but for survival, I did my best to be as humble as a female slave, striving to be an obedient and submissive cook, cooking and serving my in-laws, even though I was getting on in years. But widows are always surrounded by gossip. The sun was blazing, and I was soaked in sweat in the kitchen. My thin floral blouse clung tightly to my body, perfectly outlining the contours of my breasts. My two firm nipples pressed against the fabric, creating two obvious protrusions. I looked up, wiped the sweat from my brow, brushed back a few strands of hair clinging to my forehead, tossed my ponytail, and continued bending over to cook. My plump buttocks were sticking out high, my boxer shorts clung tightly to my body, making the cleft between my buttocks even more pronounced! The old man who helped me buy groceries and other odds and ends—my late husband's former servant—often came to bully my sister! He would sneak into the kitchen and grope her under various pretexts. I couldn't afford to offend him; last time, because the dishes were a little bland due to a lack of salt, my sister was severely tortured. I needed his cooperation! That day, the old man, aroused in the kitchen, said to me, drenched in sweat and with my underwear clinging to my body, "Big Foot, should I call you 'Madam,' 'Boss Lady,' or 'Little Slut,' 'Slut,' 'Broken Shoe,' or 'Bitch'?" "Come here, don't move, you slut, let me suck your cunt and big tits." "Big-footed boss lady, from now on, I'll only buy a tiny bit of salt. You have to let me suck your cunt and big tits. Your cunt needs to be wide open for me to fuck, so I won't forget to give you salt!" The atmosphere was eerie. The old man's words struck me like a thunderbolt. During the time I was widowed and wantonly abused by my in-laws, my self-esteem and emotions had dwindled. But this tiny, flea-like pain gnawed and gnawed at my remaining youth. My late husband's departure marked the end of the barrier in my life. I was wounded both physically and mentally! Oh, I never imagined this servant would use salt to threaten and intimidate me! Ah, the woman suppressed her anger, stopped working, threw off her wooden clogs, and barefoot, unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her half-naked breasts and body. She knew her large breasts were doomed today, so she could only meekly say, "Oh! Old...sir, call me whatever you want, here, eat! Eat this slut!...Ah...oh...my big breasts are right here! Don't move your feet, just suck on my big breasts, eat your fill." The old man immediately bit down on her pink nipple, sucking hard. He grabbed her large, white breasts, and under his hands, she shivered, as if goosebumps rose all over her body. He then bit down hard on her entire breast, and her lower body dripped with lustful fluid, unable to control herself. Her nipples were red and swollen from the biting, and her breasts were painfully scratched; she humbly begged him to stop sucking on her breasts! At this moment, my sister trembled all over, and her vaginal fluids flowed freely, soaking her lower body. She couldn't help but moan and groan as she went wild. Her nipples swelled up, bouncing and trembling. The old man continued to forcefully suckle and lick her firm but soft breasts, licking and sucking them desperately. He also inhumanely pinched and squeezed my nipples, holding onto my sister's small nipples tightly. My sister's nipples were being pinched and squeezed until they were swollen and painful. She was panting, her eyelashes slightly furrowed, her arms resting on either side of her temples. A thin layer of milk oozed from her delicate nipples, which had been teased. Her vulva was glistening with a trickle of vaginal fluid. Her hands gently touched her nipples and breasts, which were aching and numb from the abuse… I had to writhe my upper body wantonly, trying to avoid those rough hands. At that moment, my sister's will completely crumbled; she could only accept her fate and hope it would all end soon! My sister's breasts were being bitten hard, and her heart was pounding with anxiety. She was afraid of being seen as people came and went in the kitchen! But then she noticed a warm flow suddenly gushing from between her legs, a warm liquid tickling her white thighs, about to slide down. In a panic, my sister let out a soft moan, "Ouch! Oh!" and knelt on the ground, her thighs pressed together. To escape the humiliating torture of having my breasts pinched, I lowered my head, my heart pounding with fear. I helped him pull out his penis, and he thrust it forward, shoving the glans to my sister's mouth, roughly pulling her hair. "Lick it, or I'll kill you!" Forced to open her mouth, my sister's small mouth was no match for this enormous thing! The glans alone almost burst her mouth. But the old man ignored her, forcing his penis into her mouth. Before it was even halfway in, it was already hitting her throat. Tears streamed down my sister's face, but he began to thrust, intensifying his movements. At that moment, my sister felt as if a large sausage was being inserted into her stomach. After a while, to satisfy his needs, my sister gently spat out the enormous thing, slowly knelt down, and extended her thin, pink tongue, gently licking the urethral opening on the glans. "Ha... Lift your head! You slut! Boss lady... Let me... lick your glans while I see your lewd expression... You slutty bitch, boss lady! I'll seize the day, for it's too late." The old man continued, "Slut! I heard you have a good, beautiful cunt!" Helplessly, the woman rubbed her tongue against the glans, and the old man enjoyed it immensely, humming with a roguish air, "Yes!... You slut! Boss lady! Be more slutty, more exciting!" "Slut! Big-footed woman, come on, be more slutty, lick here. You have to be as nimble as a snake and as docile as a dove for this old man!" Alas, age is catching up with me, but I know I still have some looks left, hoping I can still manage. I thought to myself, I was married to this old man, and now my lover is gone. All I can do is stick out my white, tender buttocks and serve this stinking old man who hasn't washed his genitals in days. I'm so ashamed and angry! But I had to reply, "You shameless big-footed woman knows, she'll really put on a good show of being horny, sucking on this old man's crotch, making him feel good." And every time I got close, a strong, fishy, pungent smell assaulted my nostrils! I could only console myself, fat people are round, thin people are flat, the world's fortunes change; yesterday I was on this side, he was on that side, today he's on this side, we're on that side, life has its ups and downs, suffering a little loss is nothing to be ashamed of, my fragrant little mouth will suck and nibble on this old man's crotch, no need to be too sad, I have to do it. Don't forget, arrogance never lasts as long as being down on my luck, don't shed noble tears in this reality, because it's not worth it! Think positively, endure it, like a lone person paddling a canoe, in the vast ocean, everything depends on perseverance and embracing hope to move forward. Now, my sister could only say she was like a lowly bitch, swallowing her grievances and nodding vigorously, saying, "Yes, yes, Big-Footed Granny will be good and make you happy! ...Mmm. Big-Footed Granny's getting a little horny, I'll tickle you here to make you feel good, I'll just tease you!" Shyness made my movements a little slow. My sister saw the old man eat...The enormous thing, fueled by the aphrodisiac, had already surfaced in my mind, but the man thrust forward, shoving the glans to my lips and roughly pulling my hair: "Lick it again, deep throat! Otherwise, I'll kill you!" Forced to open her mouth, my small cherry lips were no match for this behemoth! The glans alone almost burst my mouth. But the old man forcefully shoved his penis into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I tried to cough, but nothing came out. Just as I hesitated, I received several slaps on my white, tender buttocks. This old man dared to hit me! People move to live, trees move to die! I gritted my teeth, my heart pounding with anxiety, and straightened up. All I could see was that thick penis moving in and out of my mouth. A peculiar, pungent odor filled my throat and lungs, causing tears and saliva to stream down my face. But there was a kind of servile, submissive thrill! Intense stimulation surged through my genitals in waves, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed out. First it was cloudy, then clear; first it was viscous, then thin; gradually, I experienced one orgasm after another.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/39919.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=39919&aspx=1

Previous Page : A mother who loves her son's semen

Next Page : Collateral Love - Incest Novel

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Beautiful older sister's tragic years as a cook - Incest novel

comment Open a new window to view comments