Sexual bliss like me, after fucking my older sister, I fucked my mother.

My life was very uneventful.

Until I was 15, I not only had a girlfriend but also cheated on her, and tasted some sweetness in the process.

I have a younger sister and an older sister who is a year older.

My father got a promotion at work, and his salary was quite good.

He was a police officer, and one night, he came to the vicinity of a local bar and discovered a robbery in progress. To stop the two suspects, he pulled out his carry gun.

As a result, he wounded one and killed the other.

I won't go into details, but with the local crime rate so high, this incident made my father a hero.

As a result, he gave interviews from all over the country, wrote some articles, and got extra work teaching shooting techniques.

At the same time, he was promoted to squad leader, took over the guard duty project, his patrol area increased, and his working hours increased to four days a week, twelve hours a day.

Of course, his salary also doubled.

The future seemed full of hope. A top-quality busty model was taken to a motel by a rich young man and had a wild time with him. During

my father's 40-minute night patrol, coupled with my mother's lack of attention, I had the opportunity to experience forbidden fruit.

In the evenings, I would usually gather and chat with friends or my girlfriend in the backyard. If the yard lights weren't on, the backyard was almost completely dark.

My sisters' rooms were on the top floor, while my parents' room was at the other end of the hallway, opposite my bedroom.

Like other kids, I would occasionally pat my sisters' buttocks or grab and rub their breasts, taking advantage of them.

Whenever I had the chance, I would suddenly hug my sister Christine from behind, or follow her into her bedroom, then pounce on her on the bed and grope her freely.

A few times, my sister and I sneaked into my parents' bedroom and discovered the sex toys they had hidden in the closet.

We would take out pornographic videos and watch them together.

I remember the last time we did this, we almost actually had sex.

We caressed and kissed each other, but at the last moment, my sister refused to let me finish because my penis looked too big.

However, my sister was still very considerate and helped me masturbate several times.

While sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed watching porn, we both orgasmed several times.

She would slip her hand inside her cute panties and caress her vulva, while I would vigorously stroke my penis.

We even discovered the vibrator Mom used; she had three, one hidden under the mattress and the other two in the bathroom cabinet.

She probably thought those were good hiding places, forgetting that curious teenagers are capable of digging up anything.

One night, Christine and I were sitting on the swings in the backyard. She had pulled her skirt up to her thighs, not wearing panties, exposing her genitals.

Instinctively, I stroked her slightly hairy pubic area and easily inserted my finger.

At the same time, she pulled out my penis and slowly and curiously stroked it up and down.

We were both sexually experienced.

She took birth control pills, while I preferred condoms.

Her boyfriend was on the football team, and he slept with my older sister.

I had covered for her once or twice when she sneaked out on dates.

Then, needless to say, we let things take their course, so I slept with my older sister.

Christine said she wasn't confident she could handle my nine-inch penis, so she bent down and gave me oral sex.

I leaned back in the chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my penis while my fingers went in and out of her vagina.

A few minutes later, she lifted her head, kissed my lips, and said, "It's your turn!" I got up from the chair, knelt on the floor, and began kissing my older sister's vagina.

I sucked and licked, and under my onslaught, my older sister pressed my head down tightly. Even after her first orgasm, she wouldn't let go, letting me launch a second round of attacks.

At this moment, my penis was as hard as a rock.

I got up, pulled her forward, and let her sit on the edge of the chair. Then I gently and slowly pushed my penis forward. When my penis was about five inches inside her, I was so excited that I couldn't control myself and felt like I was about to ejaculate.

My older sister, who was holding me tightly, sensed my unusual sensation through the vaginal walls and quickly shouted, "Don't ejaculate inside!" However, she called out too slowly, so my first ejaculation still went inside.

But the rest of the semen sprayed all over the chair and my sister's skirt.

She jumped up, wiping away a clump of semen.

She left the chair and said, "Jimmy, look what you've done! Now I'm going to wash the skirt.

Don't let anyone know what we did, you hear me? You absolutely can't tell anyone, or Mom and Dad will kill us!" she warned repeatedly.

I nodded in agreement, and after she left, I put my penis back in my underwear and pulled up my pajama bottoms.

After tidying myself up, I went inside a few minutes later.

I planned to grab some toilet paper and then go back to the backyard to cover up the white evidence on the chair, but a phone call from a friend delayed me for fifteen minutes.

While I was on the phone, my mom turned on the yard light and went to the backyard to read.

As a result, when she sat on the swing, her beautiful clothes were immediately stained with my semen.

I was leisurely talking on the phone when I suddenly realized something was wrong. I immediately stood up, but before I could react, Mom had already spoken. "

Hang up the phone right now!" I hurriedly hung up, and Mom immediately asked, "Jimmy, what were you doing in the backyard?" "Nothing, Mom.

I didn't do anything, just chatted with Christine in the chair, and then came back."

"What did you do before you came in?" Mom kept focusing on this. "

Mom, I really didn't do anything."

Facts speak louder than words. Mom turned around, showing me the semen on her body, and then told me to follow her.

In the kitchen, she picked up paper towels and a bottle of cleaning solution, then handed them to me.

We went to the backyard; the lights were still on.

Damn it! The semen was still there, although some had dried, it still left a stain, and it was even a little sticky. "

Mr. Jimmy! Clean it up!" Mom gave the order, watching me without moving.

While wiping myself, I still insisted on my innocence.

My mother finally said, "Okay, then take off your pants, and we'll see if you're lying."

What? My mind went blank.

My mother repeated herself, adding that if I continued to lie, she wouldn't hesitate to kick me out of the house.

I couldn't understand how she could make such a demand, but I didn't want to disobey, so I obediently complied.

As I pulled my pants down to my knees, my mother suddenly pulled down my underwear! She carefully examined my still slightly damp penis and noticed a large stain in the center of my underwear.

This was the most embarrassing and awkward moment of my life! My mother then pulled my pants down to my calves, looking at my semi-erect penis, her hand only inches away from it.

"What's this?" she asked, pointing to the stain on my underwear.

Caught red-handed, I felt incredibly frustrated. Mom was looking at me, and I remained silent, head down.

After a while, I started to apologize.

Mom didn't say a word, just stared at my penis.

After a minute or two of silence, she helped me put my pants back on and told me to clean the chair so we could have a proper talk. My

older sister, who was at home, had no idea what had happened.

I was incredibly anxious because I'd only just been grounded for three days for being caught passing pornographic photos during class.

While I was cleaning, Mom stared at me intently, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then I went home, ready to be scolded.

Suddenly, my older and younger sisters came downstairs into the kitchen and started making sandwiches.

They made me a sausage and cheese sandwich, and while we ate, Mom was reading in the backyard.

After finishing her milk, my younger sister, Cindy, went back to her bedroom to go to bed.

Seizing the opportunity, I told Christine what had just happened.

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was terrified after being taken to a motel and brutally raped by a rich young man. She insisted that I absolutely not let my mother know what we had just done.

I repeatedly assured her that I wouldn't let a word out.

After all, I was more afraid than she was of the consequences if this were to be discovered.

As Christine was about to go back to her room, my mother came in. They said goodnight to each other and then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen.

Back in my bedroom, after showering, my mother entered and immediately asked if my older sister was around when I ejaculated.

I said that she had left when I masturbated, so she didn't know what I was doing.

My mother then launched into a lecture, saying she could understand teenagers having sexual urges, but I should have found a private place to release them, not defiled my body in public.

After a long rant, my mother wouldn't let me sleep.

She wanted me to reflect on my actions and come up with a reasonable punishment. If my punishment was too lenient, she wouldn't rule out discussing the matter with my father.

Sitting in my room, my mind was a complete mess.

I was terrified my father would find out.

I could imagine his first reaction: he'd pull off his belt and give me a good whipping.

Mom turned on the tap, ready to shower. A few minutes later, she left the master bedroom and headed for the bathroom, wearing only a towel. I could see her clearly because our rooms were close together.

My older sister had been asleep for thirty minutes, and I desperately wanted to sleep.

But I had to stay awake and wait for Mom's permission.

As she passed my room, I saw Mom's entire back.

The towel only covered her front; her back and buttocks were completely exposed.

Listening to the sound of the water, about ten minutes later, she opened the door and called out to me, asking me to get her a clean towel.

I grabbed a towel from the cabinet at the end of the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. "

Come in, Jimmy!" The moment I opened the door, I saw my mother lift her left foot and place it on the edge of the bathtub, while her right foot, still on the floor, revealed beautiful muscle definition.

Good heavens! From behind, I could see her pink genitals! I stood there, stunned, unsure how to react. After a few seconds of hesitation, I said, "Mom, here you go."

My mother didn't turn around; instead, she asked me to dry her back.

I took a few steps forward and wiped her shoulders and back a few times, then said, "Done."

The whole back-drying process probably took less than two minutes; I did it hastily, worried she might turn around and slap me. "

Okay, darling, thank you!" My mother's posture remained unchanged.

I turned to leave, and before closing the door, I lingered, looking at her beautiful vulva for a while longer.

Walking down the corridor, my penis was rock hard.

Back in the room, it showed no signs of softening.

I looked up at the time; it was 10:30.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open. My mother came to my room, her toes very close to the door.

Most importantly, she was completely naked! My mother's pubic hair was clearly meticulously trimmed, presenting a perfect image.

Her two large breasts drooped slightly, topped with two light brown nipples.

I didn't know what to say, or what to do.

Shocked, all I could feel was the strange sensation in my penis.

She looked at me and said gently, "Have you thought it through? Wait for me, I'll be right back."

I watched my mother go into her room. She gave me a smile as she turned back, stood by the bed, picked up her green robe, and put it on.

After adjusting the robe slightly, she returned to the hallway.

I heard her go up to the third floor towards her sisters' rooms. I knew this because the stairs to the third floor had some problems, so they made a creaking sound when you stepped on them.

Then, I heard her turn around, and my mother peeked into my door, telling me to go to her bedroom.

I covered my crotch with my hand and went into my mother's bedroom, where I saw her half-lying on the bed.

Her robe was still on, but it couldn't hide her genitals.

I tried hard not to look, afraid that this was a test from my mother, and if I reacted strangely, she would punish me.

I suspect my mother deliberately provoked me, then told me to go back to my room. She would wait outside, and if she heard any noise, possibly from masturbation, she would rush in and beat me severely, just like Christine was beaten last year for lying.

I remember that day, a boy came to visit Christine.

She wouldn't let him in, but they chatted for about five minutes by the door before he left.

The neighbor told my mother about this. After dinner, my mother asked Christine what she had done that evening, and Christine answered nothing. My mother

asked if anyone had come to see her, and she still said no. My

mother got up and left, returning with a belt. Without warning, she began whipping Christine's back.

My older sister, in pain, quickly got up, trying to block my mother's attack with her hands.

My mother showed no mercy, grabbing my sister's clothes and tearing and beating her. My

sister couldn't help but cry out loudly.

My mother continued beating her in the kitchen, chasing my sister from the kitchen to the living room, until even my sister's bra was knocked off.

My sister and I screamed, begging Mom to stop.

She stopped, but fifteen minutes later.

Christine's body was covered in bloody welts from the whipping, and Mom, her face ashen, pointed at us, warning that if we dared to lie, she would kill us.

At that moment, those horrific memories flooded back.

Suddenly, I remembered that Thanksgiving night when I was twelve. She smelled cigarette smoke on me and, without a word, beat me up in front of all our family and friends.

"Sit down, darling."

Mom interrupted my thoughts, patting the bed.

After sitting down, I focused my gaze on her face, carefully avoiding looking at her figure. "

Have you decided on your punishment, Jimmy?" "Not yet." "Okay.

If

you're willing to tell the truth, maybe I can let you go, and I won't tell your dad.

Willing to tell the truth? Let's talk like two adults."

"Okay, Mom, I'm willing."

"Good! Look at me, how do I look?" "You look great, Mom.

You're beautiful!" Mom suddenly reached out and stroked my thigh, then moved her hand over my penis through my pants.

I was still confused, not knowing if Mom was testing me or if she really wanted me to sleep with her. "

Let me see you, Jimmy, stand up."

I stood up, looking at her, and she pulled down my pants, revealing my penis.

Mom's actions startled me, making me too scared to move.

Mom sat up straight, grabbed my penis, teased the glans with her fingers, and stroked the pre-ejaculate on the head.

"Come on, go lock your bedroom door first.

When you come back to Mom's room, close the door.

" But if I do that, I won't be able to go back to my bedroom. "

Do as I say, go ahead, and remember to lock the door when you come back."

I could only do as I said, taking a few steps to lock my bedroom door, then turning back to Mom's room and locking her door.

Mom stood up at this moment, put her index finger to her lips, and said: "If your sister or younger sister comes downstairs and sees that our rooms are locked, they will think we are all asleep."

I walked to the bedside, and Mom pulled me towards her. Then, she gave me a kiss, her tongue entering my mouth.

I naturally responded with actions, and my fingers quickly went to her hot and wet vulva.

I hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately, while letting my fingers slide in and out of her vulva.

I wanted to lick her vulva, but she told me to take off my pants first.

Climbing onto the bed, Mom spread her legs wide and grabbed my penis, pushing it into her vulva.

So wet, so slippery, and so hot, I had never fucked such a wonderful vulva before.

On the first thrust, my penis almost completely disappeared inside her.

Mom's hands tightly encircled my neck, pressing me down and kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined.

I was completely lost in the kiss, my lower body working hard, fucking her wonderful cunt that I had never experienced before.

A few minutes later, she tilted her head back and began to moan loudly.

I was startled and quickly said, "Shh, keep it down, Mom, you'll wake everyone up.

" Mom opened her eyes, smiled, and then closed them again.

She put her hands on my buttocks and raised her legs higher.

After a few seconds of silence, she began to moan again with her eyes closed.

Although her labia were open wider, my penis had become even bigger, just enough to fill her unsatisfied cunt.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I fucked her passionately, and between us, besides her moans, there were also heavy breathing sounds.

After eight to ten minutes, my mother began to react intensely. I could feel her vaginal walls opening and closing rapidly, gripping my penis with incredible pleasure.

When I vigorously rubbed her buttocks, she started screaming again.

I quickly composed myself, pulling out my penis to avoid reaching orgasm too soon.

To calm her down, I kissed her passionately.

We made love, sweating, the room filled with intense desire.

Observing my mother's physical reactions, I guessed she had orgasmed about five times.

Reaching my limit, I had my mother lie flat, lifted her head, and inserted my penis into her again.

I was full of energy, as if I hadn't been thrusting before.

I fucked her wildly, my mother just lying there receiving it, enduring my sweat dripping onto her cheeks.

During her orgasm, I gripped her buttocks tightly, pressing her body as close to me as possible, trying to insert my penis as deep as possible into her vagina.

I ejaculated inside her, her body trembling, murmuring "oh oh ah" and my name.

I pressed my lips to hers, soothing her screams with a kiss.

After a moment of restraint, I listened intently to the sounds coming from inside.

Silence; everything seemed fine.

A few minutes later, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly, kissing my neck forcefully and licking my chest.

Her efforts left four hickeys on me—two on my neck and two on my chest.

Tomorrow, I'll proudly display them on campus.

Knowing I hadn't woken my sister, I got up and went to the window, my penis still covered in semen, but still very hard.

I opened the window, took a few breaths of fresh air, looked at the starry sky, closed the window, and went back to bed.

For the next ninety minutes, Mom and I made love three more times.

Afterward, I wanted to have sex again, but Mom said no.

She got up to change the sheets, threw the sweat- and semen-soaked sheets into the washing machine, and finally sprayed some perfume and deodorant in the room, giving it a quick clean.

The next day, Mom insisted that my older sister and younger sister attend a women's etiquette class.

This meant that two nights a week, the two of us would have several hours alone together.

Whenever we had the chance, no matter where we were, we made love.

Of course, I still slept with Christine, but I didn't dare let Mom know.

And of course, I didn't let my older sister know about my affair with Mom.

My relationship with Christine ended when she went to college.

She got engaged to her high school boyfriend, and the drive to college was twelve hours, so they often went together.

For the next two years, I made love with my mother countless times, in many different ways.

When I became a college student, the number of times I made love with my mother decreased drastically, not because she lost her charm, but because I had to live on campus.

The above account is from twenty-one years ago.

Once it happened the first time, it would happen two, three, even countless times.

Whether it was my older sister or my mother, whenever we had the chance, we would share our pleasures, regardless of location or time.

Now, at thirty-six, I've been married for a long time and have been working for almost fourteen years.

I'm a vice president at a company, I make a lot of money, and I have four children—I apologize, but I cannot disclose their names.

The drive back to my hometown takes eight hours, so I don't visit my parents often.

However, whenever I go back, or they come to visit, my mother and I usually manage to squeeze in some time for sex.

Honestly, she's amazing! Three months ago, I was assigned to work back in my hometown.

After a 20-mile journey, I finally arrived.

My father is rarely home now; he's started breeding horses for the horse racing association, responsible for developing good breeds.

This job allowed him and his mother to live a good life.

During his first week back home, his mother helped us unpack.

I wanted to sleep with her, but with my wife and children there, I had to give up.

However, three days ago, my wife took the children to visit her parents, while my mother stayed home to help me tidy up.

Honestly, she had gained about fifteen pounds.

But that didn't diminish her charm or sexiness at all; she was as sexy as ever.

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I never knew that having sex with a woman twenty years my senior could be so enjoyable; it was my mother's experience that made me realize that.

Now, my mother and I are planning to attend Christine's graduation ceremony.

It will take about sixteen hours to get to their school.

I have a plan: drive eight hours first, then find a hotel to stay with my mother, and continue the rest of the journey the next day.

For these two days, my mother's body will belong entirely to me.

Returning home is truly a wonderful thing.

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