Metropolitan Family

"One morning I forgot to bring my equipment to class. When I came back to get it, I passed by my sister's room and saw my dad hugging my sister through the crack in the door."
My husband and daughter went out .
Lately, their relationship has become increasingly close, perhaps because I've been too harsh on her! It's brought them closer
.
"Mom, what's bothering you all alone?" Jie came in. My son is 15 this year and looks more and more like his father. Jie sat down next to me.
"Jie, go take a bath!" I've always been the one bathing my son. I filled the tub, and Jie was already naked. I glanced at Jie's genitals; the little
rascal limp and drooping. He's 15; he should be fully developed by now! Suddenly, I wanted it to get erect in front of me.
Jie sat in the tub, and I gently washed his face and neck, slowly moving downwards without showing any emotion, stroking Jie's newly curled fur, and gently picking up the drooping
little thing. "So cute!" I thought to myself.
I applied soap to it and gently rubbed it. Suddenly, the little thing came alive, and gradually—it became hard. In my daily life, I would quickly open my hands to wash and
caress, rubbing the penis vigorously.
My son was a little shy and uneasy; the thickness of the penis was still unfamiliar to him. A 15-year-old boy is just beginning to understand human nature! Jie's breathing became heavy,
and the hand holding the glans twitched, a stream of fluid spurting out, covering his hands and body.
"Why not? Mom, I love you!" "Jie, you must know that's incest. You and I are mother and son!"
"So good!" Jie whispered.
I gently patted Jie's gradually drooping penis, lightly kissed Jie's little face, and said, "Our Jie is an adult now!" I continued to wash Jie's body.
Everything came suddenly and went suddenly. "There's nothing more outrageous about it; it's just that as a mother, I think my son has grown up, and I'm
just testing him out of curiosity," I thought to myself.
Jie went back to his room, and I sat alone, reflecting on what had just happened. My son's muscular physique—it had become alluring to the opposite sex—and his little
thing —had grown bigger, though still not as big as his father's. What would it feel like to have him inside me? I suddenly realized I was about to fall into
the mire of incest.
No! Jie was my son! How could a mother do such a thing with her son?
These days, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to my daughter, and the two of them often joined together to keep my son close to them. I told myself: I
've decided to devise a plan to make my son completely devoted to me, but I can't commit incest with him; it's taboo!
Two days later, one night, he said he was going on a business trip, taking my daughter with him for two days.
Each time, I would rub him until he ejaculated, but that was all. Jie didn't make any excessive demands, and I didn't dare to cross the line of my moral boundaries. However, the pleasure I felt each time
I held Jie's increasingly large penis was exhilarating, a strange kind of pleasure, or perhaps a forbidden frenzy!
In a daze, I felt my breasts being grasped. I looked down and saw my son's hand reaching under my armpits, rubbing my breasts through my bra, even trying to...
I changed into a pink bra, pink underwear, and pink bra. I called Jie to my room: "Give Mom a back massage!" I asked Jie
. Jie readily agreed, so I sat on the edge of the bed, and Jie jumped onto the bed and started massaging my back.
"A little higher, over there... massage Mom!" I instructed. "Mom, it's uncomfortable with your clothes on, can I take them off for you?" my son
suggested .
"Okay!" I let Jie unbutton the collar. Jie lifted the bottom of my clothes and pulled them up over my head. Jie's hand accidentally touched my
breast, and a jolt of electricity shot through me.
To be honest, my husband had caressed my breasts countless times, but none of them had ever felt like this. My son's slight touch gave me intense pleasure. I tried my best to suppress
my inner urges, wanting to maintain a last shred of composure in front of my son.
At that moment, Jie was still massaging me, and a strong sixth sense struck me: my son's burning eyes were peeking at my breasts from behind and above, and even without me looking up, my
body was still moving! "
I know, I even know how many roundworms my son has. My son's grown up—he's started peeping at women's sensitive areas, and he's even learned to do it in a gloomy way," I
thought to myself.
Actually, I'm still quite proud of my breasts. I gave birth to Jie at 24, and for 15 years I've tried my best to maintain them. Although I can't fight against time, I still
look five or six years younger than my actual age. My girlfriends always say I don't look like a 39-year-old woman at all, more like a little over 30.
My breasts aren't as firm as they used to be, but they're still full, and my skin is still smooth. My long years of white-collar life have taught me how to maintain my best figure. Regarding sex..."
The request was so strong; after all, women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers!
My son's hands—became a little unruly, gradually moving from the back of my bra strap to my sides, as if he wanted to encircle my breasts from behind.
His hands were so hot, and my body was so burning.
My reason was about to be swayed by desire; I dared not continue down the path of incest, and with all my might, I coughed. In an instant, my son's
hands withdrew.
That was close! Jie's hands were already touching the edge of my bra. If I hadn't stopped him, he might already be holding my breasts from behind. I couldn't help but
feel a little disappointed.
"Mom, I'm so upset." Turning around, I saw Jie's erection, his manhood already standing, and I couldn't help but take notice: "Sweetie,
how about Mom massages you?"
"Good, good!" Hearing me say this, my son was overjoyed and lay down on the bed on his back.
His penis was so large that it completely filled my mouth, submerged in my throat. I was intoxicated by a moment of pleasure. In
a daze , my son seemed to embrace me, and I fell into his arms. My breasts pressed tightly against his firm chest. I was lost, unable to resist the warmth
.
I felt happy, my breath became soft and delicate, and I let my father caress me. My father was unbuttoning my sister's clothes. My sister looked so sexy with her top off, her skin so white. Then my father
felt something!
Suddenly, I felt a chill on my back, and my brain... A final sliver of conscience was awakened in my bones when my son's hand tried to untie my bra strap, his cold hand touching my burning
skin. I jerked my hips up, sitting on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to calm myself. His penis was alluring, but
the horror of incest made me recoil. I couldn't imagine my child, conceived ten times, growing inside me, years later, strangely returning to the place that gave him birth and nurtured me, to the
place that once raised him.
He pulled my bra down, reaching inside my breasts. I twisted and struggled, trying to pull away, grabbing his hand, but he pushed me back against the floor.
I lay on the bed, and my son took advantage of the situation, straddling my body and sitting on my lap.
I struggled frantically, but his strength was evident. He pressed my arms up and down firmly, and my legs were pinned beneath him,
unable move. A lustful expression appeared on his face as he pressed down on me, trying to kiss my lips. I desperately shook my head, avoiding his kiss.
"Jie, Mom begs you, I'm your mother, let me go... ah!" I pleaded softly. "Mom, I want you, I love you, Mom." My son was lost in the moment
. Jie had gained enough advantage; he released my hands and prepared to unhook my bra. Just then, I used all my strength to slap him hard across the face. 　　I could see the despair in his eyes, the look of unfulfilled desire. 　　I straightened my clothes, put on my nightgown, and patted Jie on the shoulder: "Jie, I'm your mother, how can you fool me like this? Don't do this again !" I mumbled incoherently. 　　My son looked at me in surprise, his flushed face quickly fading. He stared at me for a while, then, puzzled, he pulled away from me and sat down beside me. 　　I interjected, "So what? Your sister and your dad have always been very close, it's nothing!" 　　Jie said, "You don't know, Dad hugged your sister from behind, just like I hugged you just now," Jie pointed to my chest. " 　　You saw your dad put his hand on your sister's chest?" 　　"Absolutely, because they were facing away from the door, so I could see it very clearly. Dad first held my sister's breast through her clothes, and after a while, he 　　reached inside her collar." 　　I was a little confused; this father and daughter were really going too far. "Jie, what did you see? It was all so obvious!" "Another time, when I came home from school, I saw Dad and my sister watching TV in the living room. Dad was sitting on a recliner, and my sister was sitting on his lap." 　　"That's nothing, your sister often acts like that with your dad, I've seen it (a few times) too." 　　"But Mom, Dad was sitting in a recliner, and my sister was sitting on his lap. At that angle, could Dad even see the TV? And my sister was sitting on Dad's lap 　　... Did you see what they were doing?" 　　"I couldn't see clearly because my sister's skirt was too long, but she seemed very comfortable, humming softly. Dad's hand was around her waist from behind." 　　"And then? Did you see any further?" 　　"I went to my room to put down my schoolbag. When I came back to the living room, my sister wasn't sitting on Dad's lap anymore, but her face was flushed and she was quite cute, still holding Dad's hand. I vaguely saw Dad's penis..." 　　"According to you, they might have been making love, but it could also just be your sister being affectionate with your dad." 　　"Mom, you worked the night before last, right? Did you know Dad and sister were in your room?" "They're being affectionate again. I knew your sister and your dad were getting closer." 　　"They were having sex!" my son blurted out. 　　I was stunned for a moment, and before I could say anything, he continued, "That day, you had just gone to work the night shift, and Dad and my sister went out. I secretly went to the bedroom to watch VCDs. I know you guys hide your porn VCDs in the closet, so I took out two to watch. Halfway through, I heard Dad and my sister's voices. They were home. I hurriedly took out the discs and hid them back in the closet. Dad and my sister's footsteps were already at the door. In a panic, I hid in the closet. Just as I closed the closet door, they came in." 　　"I peeked through the crack in the door. My sister turned around and closed the door. My father, with his large arms around her chest, was playing with her through her clothes. My sister seemed to be enjoying it. He took off her top, revealing a bright red bra. Then, my father knelt down in front of her, lifted her long skirt, and put his head inside. My sister let out wanton moans, as if in great pain." "After a while, my father stood up again and pulled down my sister's long skirt. She was wearing bright red underwear and snow-white stockings. My father sat on the edge of the bed, and my sister knelt in front of him, untying his clothes. " The pants button was pulled out, revealing Dad's large penis. 　　"Then why can Dad and my sister do this kind of work, but we can't?" "Nonsense, tell Mom what you saw ." Dad's thing was so big that my sister actually took it all into her mouth and kept sucking. Dad held my sister's head down, trying his best to push it down, as if he wanted to entire penis into my sister's mouth. "I heard my sister make a painful sound in her throat, her body twisted and turned pale, but she still swallowed Dad's thing, until it was all inside my sister's mouth. 　　After a while, I saw..." Seeing his younger sister being lifted up and placed on the bed by her father, he finally removed her last covering and penetrated her. 　　Knowing about their father-daughter relationship was a huge shock to me; no wonder he was always acting suspiciously. He was incestuous, yet he seemed prime of her life—truly, keeping the good stuff in the family! 　　When my son's dishonest hand reached for me again, as a woman, I responded passionately with my body. His hand foolishly roamed over my body ; I guided his hand into my secret place, a place my son had never explored before. Mother, since he... The only place I'd never touched before, 　　my son's hand slipped inside my nightgown, gently caressing my clitoris through my underwear. He'd learned well, proactively slipping his hand inside my underwear, his nimble little hand lightly rubbing my clitoris. A wave of intoxicating pleasure surged from my clitoris upwards, quickly spreading throughout my body, making me incredibly happy. I was panting, my body trembling. Sensing 　　my pleasure, my son intensified his massage. My clitoris remained engorged, a feeling of burgeoning lust engulfing my entire body. And it was my own son doing it for me. 　　"Is it good?" I asked. The feeling of him doing it for me was indescribable. 　　"Come on, my good son, Mommy wants you, I need you to do it, it feels so good..." 　　My son's hot penis lingered briefly at the entrance of his vagina. I guided him with my hand, and his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The moist vaginal walls tightly enveloped him. 　　I took off his underwear, and his penis rose into the air, erect before me. I gently parted his legs, sat between them, and reached out to grasp his budding penis, gently rubbing it. The veins on his penis were bulging, the blood vessels clearly visible, and the glans resembled a mushroom cap. From top to bottom, my hand slowly tighter and tighter, trying to hold his thick penis firmly in my hand. 　　My son's expression became distorted, a painful yet pleasurable mixture, the beginning of his first experience with human affairs, taught to him by his mother. Glue seeped from the tip of his large glans, glistening and shiny, running down his glans. My wild heart felt like it was about to boil.

The first time, I lowered my head and gently licked the sticky liquid, the semen from my son's body. I couldn't help but put his glans in my mouth and gently suck on it.
After dinner, I bathed my son as usual. I was so proud of myself after that first time that I made sure to linger a little longer on his penis during each bath. I didn't touch any
other parts of his body. Today, I wanted to see just how thick and strong my son's little guy really was. With a mischievous heart, I continued to rub it, gently and without hesitation on the glans
, as if I wanted to take my son's entire penis into my mouth and let my saliva mix with his semen.
My son rolled over and pinned me down. I hugged his head tightly and cried, "Kiss Mommy, quick... kiss Mommy!"
His lips pressed against mine, and I responded quickly, sticking out my tongue and swirling it inside his mouth. We were locked together, our four lips seemingly glued
together. Saliva dripped continuously from his mouth. The pleasure I felt in this incestuous act made me feel like I was part of their final act of love. It was inexplicably
exhilarating !
My nightgown was open to one side, and my son's hand reached behind me to unhook my bra. My smooth, snow-white breasts were revealed before him. He admired them,
then gently encircled them with his hands, taking both breasts into his grasp. He couldn't put them down, constantly rubbing my bright red back and the areolas that were swollen with
excitement . He put my nipples in his mouth, as if trying to suck out milk.
I felt my lower body was completely wet, and vaginal fluid continuously seeped from my vaginal opening, soaking my panties. Shi Yezi helped me pull off my panties, and when we were both naked
, my son pounced on me wildly, forcefully pushing his mother down. My vulva was already open, welcoming my son's arrival, my wet vulva welcoming
his robust penis.
He smoothly inserted his penis deep into my vagina, the entire length of his penis inside. From my mother's vulva, back into my mother's vulva, incest brought me unparalleled
pleasure.
"Stop...stop...don't say anymore, they've gone too far!"
My son thrust well, his penis completely inside me each time. He also kneaded my breasts, I felt sweat pouring down my face, my hair disheveled on
both sides .
The penis continued to thrust in and out, and the sticky fluid from the mother's genitals flowed down the penis. Perhaps because it was their first time having sex, the son ejaculated quickly.
After feeling a spasm in the muscles of his genitals, the son lay weakly on top of me. My sweat and his sweat continued to mingle. The son's thick
penis now limp and hanging down to one side, covered with the fluid from my genitals, the fluid from the mother's own body, which she had now selflessly given to
her son.

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