A Family of Adultery (Twenty-Eight)

Leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed, she silently enjoyed the sensation of being moved up and down on top of me, feeling the stimulation below, and listening to her panting right next to her ear.

After a while, my mother's breathing became heavier. I could tell she was squatting on the bed, using her legs to lift herself up and down, which was quite strenuous, and she got tired quickly. My aunt and the others, who were more experienced, used their waist muscles, which was faster and less strenuous.

"Mom, are you tired? You're putting so much effort into this." I said, first pushing my mother's feet to make her kneel, and continued, "Like this, kneel on the bed, use your waist muscles to move, don't move up and down, move back and forth." As I spoke, I placed my hands on my mother's waist to instruct her.

"Phew...you brat, you're even teaching me now...I'm just as experienced as you..." As I spoke, my mother followed my instructions and began to twist her waist back and forth, proving that she was just as good as them.

"Mmm...yes, like that, it feels so good. Why did you strain so much just now? It was exhausting." I couldn't help but let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"I like the feeling of thrusting...I don't like it like this." My mom said.

Hearing this, I hugged my mom and rolled over to the side, pinning her beneath me. My mom wrapped her legs around me.

"You must be tired from thrusting for so long, now it's my turn." I said, supporting myself on the bed with my hands, slowly raising my lower body and then forcefully thrusting in again, making a dull thud.

"Oh~" My mom couldn't help but groan from below. I continued the same action and thrust a few more times, each thrust accompanied by a groan.

"Oh~ hiss~ slower...slower...shallower, it's too hard..." my mom groaned.

So I lowered the height a little and increased the speed of thrusting, but tried to make sure each thrust had a feeling of impact.

"Is this okay?" I asked while thrusting.

"Mmm...okay...too big, too deep." My mom said with her eyes closed.

Seeing that my mom was satisfied, I continued, while leaning down to free one hand to squeeze her breasts through her clothes. The clothes were thin, and they felt quite nice.

This continued for a while, and my mom got into it, panting and moaning, asking me to get up and change positions. After I got up, she quickly turned around, kneeling on the bed with her buttocks facing me, actively wanting to change positions. It seemed she was truly driven by desire. I reached out and rubbed her buttocks before immediately thrusting in again, slamming into her buttocks with a crisp "smack," just like before. Then I started thrusting, each thrust hitting her buttocks.

This position was definitely better; the buttocks cushioned the impact, making the feeling more real and the sound crisper. Plus, the cushioning prevented it from going too deep. I guess this must be my mom's favorite position. I lifted her pencil skirt, revealing her buttocks, deformed from my thrusts, and squeezed them hard with both hands, moving upwards to her back and down her stockinged thighs.

My mother was propped up on the bed with her elbows, her head lowered, and all I could hear were her panting and moaning. Her body was being thrust back and forth by me.

"Mom, does it feel good to be thrust into like this?" I asked.

"Ah...it feels good...it feels good..." my mother gasped.

"You like this position, don't you?" I continued.

"Mmm...mmm..." came a moan in response.

"At a party before, you and Chao were in this position once. I was watching from the side. You were playing bondage. Chao handcuffed your hands to the headboard, your eyes were covered by a blindfold, your mouth was tied, and you had leg irons on your feet. You were in this position then. How did it feel?" I asked.

"It felt good...it felt very good..." my mother answered in a muffled voice.

"At that time, San Niang and I were doing it on a chair. I also handcuffed San Niang to the chair." I continued, thrusting into her. I could feel that with each word and each thrust, my mother's contractions were becoming more and more intense. She was probably close to climaxing.

"After you and Chao left, I took San Niang to the bedside, right where you were, and made her look exactly like you, doing it to her from behind. At that time, I was fantasizing that San Niang was you. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time." After saying that, I thrust even more violently. Soon, my mother's breathing and moaning became louder, and her body began to tremble. Her vagina contracted and released fluid, and she orgasmed.

"Orgasmed?! Did you feel excited when you thought about that time? Next time... next time I will definitely borrow the handcuffs and shackles we used back then, right there in that room, and with your bellyband, right there we'll do it... do it once... once isn't enough... all night... all night long..." Taking advantage of my mother's orgasm, I kept thrusting and muttering to myself. My mother's orgasm became more and more intense. I leaned forward, grabbed my mother's arm, and pulled her down to her wrist, pulling her upper body back forcefully.

"How about I do it with you like Chao did with you? How about it? How about it?" I kept repeating this with each thrust.

"Ah...good, good..." my mom moaned, her head tilted back.

I stopped using force and pressed down on her. My mom was on top of me, and I ejaculated as her body trembled with orgasm. I lay on top of her, feeling her body trembling beneath me, and rested for a short while before getting up and pulling out. I felt it was about to overflow, so I quickly grabbed some tissues. My mom obediently spread her legs, and I helped clean her up. When I touched her genitals with the tissue, her body trembled slightly. After cleaning herself, I wiped myself with the tissue and lay down on the bed to rest.

"You little rascal, I didn't really feel it the first time, but now I understand. No wonder they all praised you so much. Who taught you your skills at such a young age?" my mom suddenly asked.

"Hehe, self-taught," I laughed.

"Self-taught, because you're experienced, right?" my mom laughed.

"There are other techniques too, I'll show you later," I laughed, reaching for my mom's legs, only to have my hand slapped away.

"How many times has this happened? You still want more? Don't you care about your health?" my mom scolded.

"Only twice..." I replied.

"And your Aunt Ping, that's three times." my mom snorted.

"Only three times..." I continued.

"At your age, all you can think about is these things. What will you be like when you grow up?" my mom continued to scold. "Alright, that's enough for today. Get some rest. Your Aunt Ping will probably be looking for you again tomorrow or the day after. Will you be able to handle it then?" my mom continued.

"Don't worry, I'm healthy." I patted myself and said.

"You still need to be careful. Get some rest. Your Aunt Ping isn't easy to please. What if you get exhausted? Or I can help you turn your Aunt Ping away and come back next time you have a holiday." my mom said seriously.

Hearing "next time" meant two weeks later, I was so scared that I quickly promised to rest immediately and that I would be absolutely fine.

Finally, my mom took off her clothes to take a shower, and I shamelessly followed her. I indulged in some hand-washing during the shower, but my mom forced me to finish first and then kicked me out. We ended up spending the night in our own rooms.

The next morning, to prove to my mom I was okay, I got up early to help her make breakfast. My mom seemed to be in a good mood. After breakfast, my dad came back from his shift. He looked at my mom and me and said, "You look good. Looks like you weren't tired last night."

It seems my dad knew about last night's events. I don't know if my mom told him when she got back that morning or if he already knew last night. It seems my dad is accepting. That makes sense; at the previous gathering, my uncle and his family didn't object to the incestuous relationship between mother and son, so they probably accept it.

Afterwards, my mom was on the phone discussing something with Aunt Ping, keeping it secret from me. It was just about me and Aunt Ping, why wouldn't she let me know? Was my mom really going to postpone it until the next holiday?

Amidst this anxiety, at lunchtime my mom said, "It's all decided, Aunt Ping is coming over to our house tomorrow night."

Hearing this, I was secretly delighted, but then something else occurred to me. Wasn't it supposed to be a hotel or a way to only take Xiaowei to Aunt Ping's house? Coming to my house… Thinking this, I turned to my dad. My mom smiled and nodded, "Your dad will join too. The four of us together will be difficult for Aunt Ping, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it alone. You two should come together, and I'll just join in to make up the numbers. You guys do your thing."

My dad laughed and said, "If Aunt Ping agrees, I'm fine with anything." I echoed, "Okay."

I thought to myself, with father and mother all together, although having my dad might make things a little awkward, it would actually be quite exciting.

I had a good rest for a day, and during that time I heard that my dad and the others had decided to restart the gathering on the 15th. However, the last 15th had just passed, and the next one was still a long way off, so my second uncle planned to invite everyone over, just like when we went to my aunt's house before. After all, we had already visited my aunt at my eldest uncle's house and visited Sister-in-law Fengfeng and my third aunt at my third uncle's house. In addition, my second aunt had been itching to go for a long time, but now they were supposedly trying to persuade her. Although we had all played together before, it was not easy for her to agree to a one-against-seven gathering like she did. It all depended on my second uncle.

The next day, I waited until about 4 pm when Aunt Ping arrived. Since I had done this a few times before, it wasn't too agonizing; it was mainly a matter of anticipation.

Aunt Ping's attire wasn't anything out of the ordinary—a jacket, jeans, and a pair of normal women's shoes—but she was carrying a bag.

"Sister Ping, you're here! Is everything arranged at home?" my mom greeted her, taking the bag from Aunt Ping's hand.

"It's all arranged. Xiaowei went to his dad's and will go straight to school tomorrow. Even if we're up all night, it's fine," Aunt Ping said with a smile.

"You even brought your own battle gear? Didn't I tell you, as long as you come, that's all that matters? I have everything else," my mom said, opening the bag and glancing at it with a smile.

"You've already given us your time, how could we let you provide all this stuff?" Aunt Ping said, glancing at my dad and me with a smile.

"Giving you time is nothing. You're not going to break down. They're probably overjoyed," my mom said, glancing at my dad and me. We quickly echoed her.

"That's different. You've helped me a lot," Aunt Ping replied.

"Sister Ping, then change into your battle gear. Don't keep being so polite. I think they're getting impatient. By the way, do you want to take a shower first?" my mom asked.

"I showered before I came. I'm going to change. Which room is it in?" Aunt Ping asked, clearly also getting impatient.

My mom pointed to my room, since the bed was new and could withstand the wear and tear.

Aunt Ping quickly went inside, closed the door, and changed her clothes. The door opened again shortly after, and Aunt Ping came out, wearing a black bodysuit with straps, a cutout at the chest revealing her breasts clearly, stockings underneath, and a slit between her legs, and black high heels.

I don't know what my dad thought, but seeing Aunt Ping dressed like this, and remembering her on the classroom podium, I was incredibly excited. My dad was probably just as excited—his wife's best friend, his colleague, dressed like this standing in front of him!

My dad and I immediately went up to her, and Aunt Ping, understanding the situation, put her arms around us, one on each side, and pulled us into the house, closing the door behind her.

Before we even entered, my dad and I had already placed our hands on Aunt Ping's breasts, squeezing them. As she held us, we could clearly feel her body trembling slightly with excitement.

When we reached the bedside, Aunt Ping knelt down and pulled down our pants with both hands, one on each side. She then began to masturbate us, opening her mouth to suck and lick one at a time. Soon, we were both erect.

"Sister Ping, come on," my dad said, swallowing hard. He started to undress, and I followed suit.

Aunt Ping got up and sat on the bed, spreading her legs and working on herself while watching us undress. Soon, we were completely naked. Aunt Ping reached into her bag and took out a condom, which she opened and put on my dad. Then she lay down with her legs spread, her upper body raised, looking at my dad. My dad walked over and touched Aunt Ping's genitals, saying, "You're already this wet after only a short while. Are you in such a hurry, Sister Ping?"

"I got wet on the way here..." Aunt Ping was clearly anxious.

"Sister Ping must be so anxious... Here we come..." my dad said, using his hand to guide his erection and beginning to thrust.

"Ah...come...come on..." Aunt Ping groaned comfortably, murmuring.

"It's so hot, and a little tight...Sister Ping...no wonder you haven't done it for so long." My dad said, panting.

"Ah...so comfortable...so comfortable..." Aunt Ping lay down on the bed, panting and muttering.

I also went over and lay down next to Aunt Ping, reaching out to touch her breasts, saying, "Last time I did it with Aunt Ping, her insides were all pressed together, it was even tighter then."

"Like losing your virginity, right?" My dad laughed as he thrust.

"I don't know, haha, after all, I've never lost it." I laughed.

"This opportunity is really rare, it depends on your own skills, kid." My dad said.

"Let's not talk about that now, let's subdue Aunt Ping first." I said.

"Mmm...come...ah...come and do me...come and do me..." Aunt Ping said with her eyes closed.

"Sister Ping, I'm doing this now." My dad said, thrusting hard a few times, causing Aunt Ping to groan and tremble.

I groped Aunt Ping's breasts for a while, watching my dad's continuous thrusting, listening to Aunt Ping's moans, and seeing her ecstatic expression. My desire flared up, and I couldn't help but masturbate. After a while, I grabbed Aunt Ping's hand and had her masturbate with me. Finally, I spread my legs, knelt on either side of Aunt Ping's head, and inserted my penis into her mouth.

Aunt Ping immediately began giving me oral sex, breathing heavily through her nose and moaning. It must have been tiring for Aunt Ping to lie there and perform oral sex, so I supported myself on the bed with both hands, mimicking the motions of vaginal penetration, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Aunt Ping cooperated by contracting her oral cavity, which seemed quite comfortable.

After a while of this, Aunt Ping spat out my penis, her head tilted to the side, panting heavily with moans, "Oh... ah... I'm suffocating... I'm about to die..."

Hearing this, my dad stopped thrusting and said, "Come on, Sister Ping, let's change positions."

I got up to make room, and Aunt Ping, under my dad's direction, rolled over and knelt on the edge of the bed, sticking her buttocks up. My dad stood on the floor and entered me from behind, and I moved to the front and knelt down so Aunt Ping could continue giving me oral sex—a classic 3P position.

My dad was thrusting loudly from behind, pinching Aunt Ping's buttocks as he did so, while Aunt Ping sucked on my penis, spitting it out every now and then taking a few deep breaths before putting it back in.

After a while, Aunt Ping started sucking on my penis forcefully, her breathing becoming more rapid, her hands holding my waist and her lower body twisting incessantly. Aunt Ping had an orgasm.

My dad tilted his head back and squeezed Aunt Ping's buttocks hard with both hands. He slowed down his thrusting and said, "Sister Ping, you're so tight, so tight, I'm about to squeeze out. I don't dare to move."

"Ahhh...so good, so good." Aunt Ping spat out my penis and moaned while holding my waist.

After a short while, Aunt Ping gradually calmed down, released her hands from my waist, and lay face down on the bed. My dad then gradually resumed his thrusting pace, continuing to thrust. Aunt Ping's head was buried in the bed, so I couldn't have her give me oral sex anymore; I could only slowly masturbate myself.

Not long after, my dad's breathing became heavier, and his thrusting accelerated, pounding against her with loud thuds. Aunt Ping also lifted her head. After a few more thrusts, my dad let out a satisfied sigh, his lower body pressed tightly against Aunt Ping's buttocks as he ejaculated.

My dad took a step back and pulled out, while Aunt Ping lay face down on the bed.

"Was that good, Sister Ping?" my dad asked.

"Mmm...so good..." Aunt Ping replied.

“Haha, Sister Ping, I feel good too, you feel really good inside.” My dad laughed, then said to me, “Don’t just stand there, let your Aunt Ping feel good too.”

Aunt Ping also got up and took out a condom from her bag to help me put it on, saying, “Come on…”

“Aren’t you going to rest after just finishing one?” I asked as Aunt Ping helped me put on the condom.

“Your Aunt Ping has been resting for several years, I’ve had enough rest, now I could handle two more people.” My dad said.

“I’ve forgotten how long ago it was before I felt like this.” Aunt Ping said.

“Just a couple of days ago?” I laughed.

“You rascal, stop being so cheeky, a woman’s desires, if she’s never done it, never experienced this feeling, then being a widow is fine, but the problem is if after being a widow for several years she suddenly does it again, then that desire is like a river bursting its banks, it can’t be contained.” Aunt Ping said.

I pushed Aunt Ping back onto the bed, then pressed myself against her from behind, saying, "No one goes through life without doing it. From now on, Aunt Ping, let us take care of this 'river' of lubrication." With that, I thrust in. Although Aunt Ping's legs were still together, she was very wet. She'd been quite wet with Dad earlier, so the lubrication was excellent, and penetration wasn't difficult. I remembered she hadn't been this wet last time, so it seemed she wasn't wrong. Like a river bursting its banks, haha. Speaking of lubrication, I thought of my mom, her sheets soaked, and then there was that time with Third Aunt—that was truly a river bursting its banks. Aunt Ping's... well, that remains to be seen.

As I penetrated, the warm, wet sensation enveloped me again. Aunt Ping's vagina contracted and sucked at me. I don't know if it's just me, but I feel more comfortable when someone has been penetrated before, when it's even wetter and wetter inside, especially if they've already had an orgasm. I can feel her vagina contracting and enveloping me as I begin to thrust.

My dad first cleaned himself up down there, then sat down to the side, but there wasn't much for him to do, so he could only watch from the side.

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