My Love (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

Title: My Love

Sender: KERM

Original: One-Sick-Puppy

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Table of contents

Chapter 1 Mom and Me

Chapter 2: Rose with Thorns

Chapter 3 Memories of the Beach

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This story is purely fictional. People with poor psychological endurance are advised not to watch it, otherwise the consequences will be at their own risk. The erotic content of this article is relatively mild, so readers are kindly requested to use their own imagination.

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Chapter 1 Mom and Me

(one)

My father has a rough appearance and is a diligent worker. He is used to working under the scorching sun for a long time, so he has dark skin and well-developed muscles. He is tall and thin, and he is serious and responsible about everything he touches. He is also very strict, but not without his lovable side.

My mother is the complete opposite of my father. She is petite and gentle, with brown hair and brown eyes. She is a very traditional housewife. We children inherited her good looks and also have brown hair and brown eyes. My mother is a funny but somewhat casual person, completely different from my father's straightforward personality.

Their sex life has always been harmonious. In the first three years of their marriage, my mother gave birth to three children. If my father hadn't left for a while, I would have more brothers and sisters than I do now.

My earliest memory of my mother begins with an innocent family sex game during my childhood.

I was born lively and active. When I was two years old and still babbling, I was already able to walk around and was curious about everything I came into contact with.

One day, although it was still broad daylight, the parents were hiding in their rooms. I wanted to play with them, so I pushed open the door of my parents' room (all the rooms in my house are unlocked) and walked in. I saw my mother lying on the bed, her pajamas slipped off her shoulders, revealing two swollen lumps on her chest.

That day my father taught me a new word - breast. But until I was ten, my only association with the word was fried chicken. My mother's breasts are the most beautiful in the world, big, firm, and very firm, without any sagging. The nipples are cherry red, surrounded by silver coin-sized areolas.

At that time, Dad was sucking Mom's breast. He asked me to climb onto the bed, and I curiously stroked it and patted it gently, and found that my mother liked it very much. Dad and I had a tacit understanding. He lowered his head to suck Mom's breasts for a while, then left and I took over the responsibility of caressing and slapping them, while Mom moaned with happiness. Later, I playfully slapped my mother's snow-white breasts hard. Although it hurt her, they all laughed and seemed very happy.

There is only one thing that puzzles me, that is, my father never lets me suck my mother's full breasts like he does, but I remember I did so a year ago. I crawled to my mother's side defiantly and wanted to suck her other breast, but the game was over and my father drove me off the bed, while they continued the interesting game.

I was unwilling to fail, so in the next twenty years, I tried all kinds of ways to get close to my mother's breasts. Just like every attempt in life, my efforts have had their moments of success but also their setbacks of failure.

In fact, my next success came a year later.

At that time, my father started drinking and his temper became very bad. He never knew when he would lose his temper, not just at us, but at everyone in the world, especially the local police. This is their family tradition, and all four of his brothers do the same. The five of them often went to the bar together to drink and then fight. If they couldn't find anyone else, they would fight among themselves until the bartender called the police.

In the end, Dad paid the price for it. He was sentenced to two years in prison for malicious wounding while drunk, leaving Mom and us children to live a hard life.

We soon discovered that Mom hated sleeping alone, so my two sisters and I took turns sleeping with her. Don't get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing pornographic here. Mom is not a pervert, she just likes the warm and comfortable feeling when hugging someone, no matter if that person is a man, a woman, or a boy or a girl, she just doesn't want to sleep alone.

I don't mind at all. Children, just like kittens and puppies, who doesn’t want to lie comfortably in the mother’s warm arms, listening to the mother humming a lullaby to coax him to sleep? But on the other hand, since my mother likes to wear transparent pajamas, I can see her beautiful and plump breasts quite clearly. Of course, I was still young and it was impossible for me to talk about sex at that age. It was just my natural love - a child's deep attachment to his mother.

However, when it was my sisters' turn to sleep with my mom, I was left out for several weeks. Mom said she was tired of waking up every time because I was sucking her breast. Usually, my mother's pajamas are always covered tightly, but occasionally I will find a way to lift it up, exposing my mother's naked breasts, and then suck them vigorously like my father.

When I don't sleep with my mom, I usually sleep with my other sister who hasn't had her turn yet. But it's nothing special to me, they are all smaller than me and their breasts are not protruding. In my mind, they are just two little guys. The only difference between us is that they squat when they go to the toilet and they don't have to trim their hair from time to time like I do.

There were times when none of the three of us had to sleep with Mom, because she would bring a few men home and stay for a night or a week. After all, Mom was still young and healthy, and she always said that if Dad didn't know then he wouldn't be hurt. That was just her way of having fun. In her eyes, those guys were just automatic toys. When her desires were satisfied, they would only leave.

My dad was released from prison when I was five, and that’s when life really began to change for our family.

My father seemed like a different person. He began to believe in religion, became more cautious in his behavior, and found a good job. Our family's life began to get better day by day.

I continued to sleep with my two younger sisters until I was ten years old. We slept in our own beds, but after sleeping separately, I felt a sense of loss.

I have gone through the childhood when I hated girls and entered the adolescence when my sexual impulses rapidly increased. What's worse is that I inherited the strong sexual desire from my parents.

With the return of my father, my desire for my mother's breasts can only remain in my mind, and my father will continue to fulfill his obligations. My father likes to read a magazine called "For Men". He hid it under his pillow and I found it. Whenever they were not in the room, I would sneak in and admire the women in this magazine, which was my earliest sexual enlightenment publication.

Of course, magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, etc. would probably turn their noses up at the content of this magazine now. The pictures are in black and white, and the girls in the pictures always cover their nipples with their hands, arms, or something like a fence. In my memory, there seemed to be two pointed grains on a woman's breasts, as if they were specially designed to fill a man's mouth. Another thing is that the women’s legs in the pictures are always together. What are they trying to hide?

When I was nine, a cousin showed me the secret. On the way back from hunting rabbits, he talked about the mysteries of the female body and why men like to stare at women, and I learned two new words - vagina and sexual intercourse. He told me that women don't have a penis between their legs, but there is a crack called a "vulva", and men can put their penises into this crack, which is called "sexual intercourse". He also told me that when a man and a woman are thirty years old they can have sex to make a baby.

Then I proudly imparted this knowledge to the neighborhood kids, like a nine-year-old sex mentor. As a result, my younger sister and my best friend's sister across the street were impressed by me and wanted to have so-called "sexual intercourse" with me. My favorite girl is the one across the street. She is twelve years old and her breasts have started to develop.

Later all the kids in our neighborhood came to play this game. Of all the girls, only the younger sister wouldn't let me touch her vagina. I felt it was very unfair because the girls I played with also had brothers and they could all play with their pussies and little breasts, so why couldn't I touch my younger sister?

I say we were playing because my cousin did not describe to me in detail how they were "having sex" when the man pulled down the woman's panties.

We just play it as a game.

A group of us boys chased the girls, and when we caught one, we pulled down her panties, spread her thighs, and pried open her hairless labia to see the little hole that we all wanted to enter, but all the holes were very small. My cousin didn't mention anything about the hymen and the fact that a woman's holes can be stretched, so we were content to just rub our cocks back and forth on the labia, thinking we had "intercourse", which the girls obviously loved. Every time this happened, I would feel complacent because I thought I had done something adult-like.

I like to sniff or lick girls' pussies the most, I love the smell of it. My cousin never told me this, I guess it's just his nature. The girls always did something strange when I licked their pussies, but never once did they make me stop.

But the good times didn't last long. Six months later, we moved and my early "sexual life" ended in a sense.

My family never seemed to stay anywhere for long, which left me with insufficient time to convince the neighborhood girls to take off their panties for me, which frustrated me, but what made matters worse was that Dad stopped buying girly magazines.

As time went by and I reached the age of wet dreams, I was surprised to find that my penis was actually getting bigger and harder. I learned more words, like penis, vagina, and anus. I often fought with my younger brothers and sisters, and like other older boys, I liked to bully boys younger than me. I learned a lot from these fights, but my dad always took my younger siblings’ side, so I could only count on my mom.

Later, our family finally settled down in California, and my father and mother bought a small villa. Due to age and taboos, boys and girls lived separately. I lived with my two younger brothers, my two younger sisters lived in a smaller room, and my father and mother had the largest bedroom with a big bed.

At this point I need to clarify one thing. In the seven years after my father was released from prison, the two of them still loved each other so deeply. The intensity of their love sometimes terrified me, but it also gave me an inspiration that when you find someone you truly love, joy can be eternal. Dad is lucky, he found Mom, and I'm happy for them.

Of course, I was still obsessed with my mother's breasts, but only in a literal sense.

Mom's love for Dad was as deep as Dad's love for Mom, but one difference was that Mom was a bit of a flirt and I became her main victim. Mom likes to wear pajamas from dusk on, and she also likes to wear transparent, revealing and open-necked clothes. When she sat down to read the newspaper or watch TV, her pajamas would fall to her chest and I could even see her erect nipples. I often walked over and looked down at her protruding breasts and cherry-red nipples from above. It was my childhood dream. I really wanted to reach out and touch it, but that was Dad’s privilege and not mine.

This situation was exacerbated when I was fifteen. Mom often walks around the room in her pajamas at night, sometimes wearing less than she does in bed. Many times when I went to the toilet or got some water in the middle of the night, I would run into my mother on the way. She was wearing a very narrow short petticoat (transparent, of course) that only covered her armpits, barely covering her tall and plump breasts, and extending down to a little below the crotch of her thighs, barely covering her slightly raised vulva. But when she walked, the skirt would rise up, and I could clearly see the ripples of her plump breasts and the black curly forest between her legs.

I began to wonder if my mother had any "that" interest in me. Of course, I already knew the meaning of "incest" at that time, and I also knew that it was contrary to common sense and despised by the world, but I didn't care. I started trying to tease my mom but she just seemed to find my efforts amusing.

When I was sixteen, my father lost his job, and our family's financial situation suddenly became difficult. When the situation became worse and unsustainable, Dad had to consider working outside.

Later, he found a construction job on the West Coast that guaranteed him a salary for at least a year. In order to keep our family going, Dad took the job, which meant he had to be away from home for quite a while.

Before he left, he held my hand and said, "I am the master of this family now, and I should take responsibility for taking care of my mother and siblings because I have grown up."

This is just a father's parting words to his son and has no special meaning. He used to say this to me often because I was the eldest son in the family.

I agreed to reassure my father, but my attention turned to my mother.

Why did Mom look at me with such a strange expression when Dad gave me instructions as usual?

A week after Dad left, Mom became even more coquettish.

Every night when I go to the toilet, I encounter a lot of "adventures". My mother was still wearing a tight short petticoat, but it was even shorter, only covering her nipples. Most of her snow-white chest muscles were exposed in front of me, revealing her deep cleavage, which often made my eyes bulge. Almost every time I get up in the middle of the night, I will see my mother dressed like this, as if she was waiting for me on purpose. I want to know what the real purpose of my mother doing this is.

On the first Sunday after Dad left, I sat in the living room with Mom, but I felt very bored. Mom looked a little restless and said she wanted to teach me a game of two-player cards. She was wearing an old, light brown, see-through nightgown, and as she leaned over to shuffle the cards, I could see Mom's erect, red nipples through the neckline. Every time our hands accidentally touched each other, my mother's body trembled as if she was electrocuted, and the two things on her chest trembled very temptingly.

We could sense a tense and restless atmosphere in the room.

Mom was sweating profusely, even though the room was cold and she was wearing very little. My body temperature, affected by this atmosphere, began to rise rapidly. My genitals couldn't stand the loneliness and swelled rapidly, becoming bigger than ever before, but because they were tightly bound by my jeans, it hurt my glans.

I started thinking of other new games, looking for one that Mom could join in, but it was just the two of us. My mother exudes the alluring body fragrance of a mature woman, a fragrance that can arouse a man's desire. This gave me obscene thoughts, and my desire for my mother's body suddenly became unprecedentedly strong.

I think my mother may be feeling the same as I am, but because there are other children around, she doesn't dare to act rashly. In the living room, my sister Rose was watching us play a card game with great interest. How could I have the chance to put my hand into my mother's pajamas under such a focused gaze? Thinking about how she often quarreled and fought with me, I wanted to kick her out of the room.

But on the other hand, I was a little scared.

I was only sixteen years old, but my mother was a mature woman of thirty-two years old. She was older than me and was my biological mother. Could it be that I was being too sentimental and misunderstood what my mother meant? Maybe she was just concerned about her child and had natural maternal love?

After all, she is my mother. How can a son touch my woman? Think about it, the textbooks clearly point out that incest is wrong, bad, and has serious consequences. There should be no doubt about this.

The thought of this makes me feel discouraged.

These terrible and confusing thoughts troubled me so much that I stood up and told my mother that I felt a little unwell and wanted to go back to my room to sleep.

"Okay, baby. We will come to see you again tomorrow morning. Have a good rest tonight." Mom said lovingly and kissed me goodbye. But this time she didn't kiss my face, she kissed me on the mouth, and I swear mom's tongue touched my lips.

This unexpected excitement forced me to fire two shots before I fell asleep from exhaustion.

At about three in the morning, I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom. I got up somewhat reluctantly, a little afraid to go to the bathroom because I was almost certain that my mother would be lying in wait for me on the road as usual.

But I miscalculated. Mom wasn't waiting in the aisle. It seemed that I was being too nervous. Come to think of it, it was already three o'clock. No matter how interested Mom was, she wouldn't be able to stay until then.

Oh, that’s great, I haven’t had such an easy time going to the toilet in a long time.

On the way back to my room, I passed by my mother's bedroom, where she would usually be sleeping in her enviable big bed.

The door was open and everything was normal.

I stopped in my tracks because I heard some strange banging noises and rhythmic moans coming from my mom's bedroom.

What's wrong with mom? I thought she must be doing something strange again, but maybe she was sick? Maybe I should call the doctor.

There was no light in the room, but I could clearly see my mother standing in front of the dressing table.

She was facing the mirror, her left hand on the dressing table. Her right hand was blocked by the dressing table, so I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but I could tell that her right hand was moving back and forth near her groin, as if she was pushing something into her body. The crashing noises came from the dresser and the moans came from mom, who moaned in pleasure as her right hand moved.

I stared at the mirror blankly, and in it I saw my mother's plump breasts shaking as she masturbated.

Oh, it was such a sexy and exciting scene, but before I had time to appreciate it, I was attracted by my mother’s expression.

Mom's eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at her bouncing breasts or her groin. Her eyes were staring straight at me, obviously watching for my reaction.

The dim moonlight shone through the window, and I thought I saw urgent pleading and need in my mother's eyes.

Suddenly I felt extremely frightened and confused. I ran back to the bedroom as if for my life and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up the next morning, I found my mother standing over my bed (this time in a fitted bathrobe) with her hand on my forehead.

"It's a bit hot. It seems you have a high fever. I think you'd better not go to school today."

Actually, I was fine and didn't have a fever, but how could a sixteen-year-old boy like going to school? If my mother agreed to let me skip school, who would be stupid enough to insist on going?

She made breakfast for my younger brothers and sisters, and then sent them all to school as usual.

Ten minutes later, my brothers and sisters all went out and my mother came in.

"You're not sick. Get up and take a shower. I have something to tell you." She ordered, but her tone was gentle.

I slipped into the bathroom, turned the water temperature to the right level, and began my morning routine of masturbating.

Just when I was having fun, the bathroom door suddenly opened and my mother was standing at the door.

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(two)

"I told you to take a shower, not to play with that thing. Do you want me to stand here and watch you take a shower?" she said angrily.

"No, no, no! Mom, no, please close the door," I begged.

After being disturbed by my mother, I lost interest and my penis quickly shrank.

I had hurriedly showered and was drying myself with a towel when the door opened again and my mother walked in.

"Hey, baby, let mom help you." Mom said, wiping my body with a big, soft towel.

"I don't mean to interrupt you, honey," she said, "but we need to talk about last night. I think it would be good for both of us, if you don't cum."

After drying herself, my mother took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We sat on the bed together. She was still wearing the bathrobe she had just worn.

"Now, let's talk about what happened in the bathroom. How many times a day do you masturbate? Anyway, I've never seen a boy ejaculate as often as you do."

"Oh, Mom! I'm not as good as you say!"

She grinned and said, "Be honest, don't try to fool your mother, think about who does your laundry. Your shorts are always covered in dried cum, your sheets are always stained, not to mention that your sister and I use every pair of underwear as a wiping cloth. Your brothers are only seven and eight, so it can't be them, so who can it be if not you? Tell me, how many times?"

I looked down at the floor and hesitated, "Usually five, sometimes seven."

Mom's eyes lit up and she murmured, "That's great."

She lifted my head and made me look at her.

"I saw you staring at me last night. Do you know what I was doing?"

"I don't know, Mom. At first I thought you were trying to catch something, but you looked comfortable. I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have peeked at you."

"You weren't peeking, kid, I asked you to. I needed you to watch so we could talk. I wished you had come into the room last night, but this is it, now we have something to talk about, and we can see what each other was doing and who they were doing it with. I was masturbating, or what you call masturbating."

"Does mom do this too?"

"Of course, baby," she said. "That's what happens when people can't satisfy their sexual needs. Now let's get to the bed."

She asked me to lie down in the middle of the bed, then she walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the morning sunlight shine into the bedroom.

Then she took out a black cloth from the closet, walked behind me, suddenly covered my eyes with the cloth and tied a knot.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll untie you right away. I just want to surprise you." I was figuring out what my mother meant when I heard something sliding down, like a snake, and then the bed moved. It was my mother who got on the bed. She lay down on the pillow next to me.

"Okay, I'll untie the strips for you, but don't peek. Keep your eyes closed." She said, "You swear not to peek."

"Okay, Mom, I swear."

My mother untied the cloth covering my eyes and let it fall around my neck. I kept my promise and closed my eyes tightly.

I smelled my mother's faint body fragrance again, the same subtle fragrance like orchid and musk that I smelled when she was playing cards last night.

My penis started to get hard, and my mother must have seen it. I was curious about how she would react.

"Okay, kid, open your eyes."

God, Mom is so beautiful!

The "hissing" sound just now turned out to be the sound of the bathrobe sliding to the ground. At this moment, my mother's body in front of me was like the most perfect masterpiece given by God, naked and dazzlingly beautiful.

Naturally, my eyes first focused on my mother's twin peaks that I had always longed to climb since I was a child.

I haven't had the opportunity to see them without obstruction since I was three years old. Now they were all laid out before me, still looking as white, firm and full as ever, with the pointed nipples still red as I remembered, now erect with excitement.

My eyes quickly swept across my mother's vagina, not daring to linger for a moment. I knew I had to do this because I knew Mom would probably come up with a new way to tease a rookie like me, and soon I would be sent back to my room to masturbate to these memories.

My mother's pubic hair was shiny black and looked a little moist. The thick pubic hair covered the entire hill, preventing me from seeing the crack that I had seen on my girlfriends of the same grade as me.

Suddenly, my mother pushed her pelvis forward and leaned her body backward, revealing the crack of her vagina. My mother used her hands to spread her labia, and I could see a large granular object at the top of the crack. Was this the so-called 'clitoris' that I read in a marriage manual stolen from my mother's girlfriend? Beneath it, there was an unfathomable hole that looked like it could swallow my cock effortlessly.

Thinking of the pleasure of my cock being swallowed by my mother's mysterious flesh hole, I couldn't help but tremble. My cock became energetic and completely hard, and a clear liquid flowed out of the small opening of the glans.

At the same time, my mother pulled out a long white plastic dildo from under the pillow. She told me that this thing could relax her muscles. Then my mother inserted it into her hole and pumped it hard.

"That's what I did last night," she said. "I wanted a real cock inside me, but I had this cold plastic toy to comfort me. I wanted someone to come and save me. But my timid son didn't have the courage to do it last night. Now I don't need it anymore. I want you, son. Come on!"

Somehow I misunderstood what Mom meant because she was still rubbing her vagina with the plastic thing.

"Do you still want to use this thing to satisfy yourself?" I asked stupidly.

"No, kid, I don't want to do it alone. I think it will be more fun if we do it together."

This time I didn't misunderstand and stammered, "Mom, you mean you want us both... us both... to use it together... uh... together... that... uh... together?"

"No, baby, we're not going to use 'it'. We're going to make love together! I'll suck your cock and you'll lick my pussy. You're going to suck mommy's tits and fuck mommy's tits and I'm going to suck every drop of your cum so that you never get up again today."

She turned my body over and kissed my mouth gently with her wet lips.

"Don't hate your mother, child." She said. It was the first time I saw my mother cry. "I'm not old yet. I have a strong sexual desire like you, but no one can really satisfy me. I can't just go out on the street and find a man. If I do, your father will know. I don't want to hurt him. Your father asked you to take care of me before he left. I don't think he meant it, but now I really need you to do this."

"Oh, Mom, I never hated you. You don't know how much I miss you, but I don't know what to do. I've never really done this with a woman before."

"I thought so. You don't even know how to kiss."

"Teach me, Mom."

Mom leaned towards me and kissed me again. I felt her tongue slide gently across my lips, then teased my teeth, trying to push in.

"Open your lips a little, baby," said Mom.

I felt my mother's soft and warm tongue sliding into my mouth and entangled with my tongue fiercely. I subconsciously resisted my mother's attack, but she suddenly hooked her tongue and retreated into her mouth, but hooked my tongue into her mouth.

What an erotic experience this is! Our tongues were entangled in each other's movements, advancing and retreating, and we were sucking each other's saliva desperately.

At the same time, my mother guided my hands to her towering breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples hard, and I felt my cock becoming harder than ever.

Mom turned her head towards me and said, "You want to suck them, don't you? You remember when you were a little kid and you slept with me."

"I remember, Mom, the time you kicked me out of bed because I kept sucking your nipples."

"I drove you away because I loved you doing that. When you were a baby, your father didn't allow me to breastfeed you, saying it would ruin the shape of your breasts, but he sucked my milk every day. But I would secretly feed you whenever I had the chance, you remember? You were a natural sucker, and I almost ejaculated every time."

My mother's hand gently stroked my hard, throbbing cock, and her slender fingers lightly tapped my glans, smearing the transparent lubricant that flowed out of the glans due to excitement all over the glans and the entire cock. It felt so good that I couldn't stop breathing.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to use your mouth, watch carefully," she said.

My mother suddenly lowered her head, opened her mouth and took my cock in it. A warm feeling surrounded my entire body. I had never tried oral sex before, so I couldn't help but moan. My mother deliberately wanted to embarrass me. Her head moved up and down. Her lips tightly grasped my cock and sucked hard. Her tongue circled the shaft and moved back and forth. Her teeth gently bit the base of the cock. The squeezing gave me a radiating feeling.

I've read novels in which men ejaculated in women's mouths in order to please them, and I didn't want my first shot to go to waste so easily, but I could no longer control my senses.

I felt like an old car that was about to break down at any moment.

My mother didn't seem to realize that I would ejaculate so quickly, so she pressed her tongue against my semen opening and teased it gently with the tip of her tongue. A sour and numb feeling rushed from the glans to my forehead.

Before I realized what was happening, my waist felt numb and a stream of thick semen suddenly spurted out. It was blocked by my mother's tongue and splashed everywhere, covering her mouth. Then I fell on the bed as if relieved. The radiating pleasure just now made it impossible for me to recover quickly.

Mom licked my semen clean and then swallowed it in big gulps.

"God, it tastes so good, I love it. But next time when I suck your cock, please don't cum so quickly. At least last a little longer so that mom can have a good time, otherwise mom will be angry." Mom licked her lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

"Now, let me give my good son some reward. Come here and let me feed you milk."

As soon as she finished speaking, I rushed to my mother's side as if by reflex. My long-standing special interest in my mother's breasts made me behave so inappropriately.

Mom sat up. Her breasts were white and plump. Although a little saggy, they were undeniably full of the charming charm of a mature woman.

I reached out and held my mother's breasts, lifting them to my mouth so that I could reach those two rosy, firm nipples with my mouth.

Only now do I understand what it means when men in erotic novels refer to the size of women's breasts. My mother's breasts were surprisingly large, and the size, color and erect nipples seemed to declare that these were the breasts of a mature and perfect woman, rather than those so-called enlarged breasts of a young girl or the shriveled breasts of an inexperienced girl. These are real breasts, and they show the charm of a truly mature woman.

As I sucked them with intoxication, I truly felt like an adult.

Mom moaned and stroked my hair with her hands.

The scene of my mother using her tongue to make me orgasm just now was still vivid in my mind. I licked my mother's right breast, put the hard nipple in my mouth, and gently circled the areola with the tip of my tongue. From the sensitive tip of my tongue, I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly and her nipples oozing slightly warm liquid. I gently bit the base of my mother's nipple with my teeth and licked the lotion that flowed out of her with the tip of my tongue. It tasted light and sweet, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

I focused on roaming over Mom's right breast, and Mom's moans became more rapid. Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Is my left side bad?"

"That's not the case, Mom. I just want to make you happier. If you like, I'll switch right away."

I switched sides and repeated the same efforts on my left breast.

"Oh, baby, you are doing so well. Your daddy can't even compare to you. I wish I had fed you every day when you were little. I wish I had fed you when your daddy was in jail. I am so stupid. I missed so many good times. Oh, suck your milk, baby, suck your milk hard!"

I remembered the scene where my mother sucked my cock and made me ejaculate in an embarrassing way, and I was determined to make my mother embarrassed as well.

I bit my mother's nipple gently and pulled it hard left and right, while my hands rubbed my mother's plump breasts vigorously like kneading dough.

The mother kept breathing in and out, moaning, "Harder...oh...oh...harder...baby...harder..."

After I had been ravaging my mother's breasts diligently for a few minutes, my mother could no longer bear it. She pulled my head away and pressed it against her vagina, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent, child. Now use your little mouth to fuck my vagina."

My mother fumbled back and forth several times before she guided my face to her vagina, which was already wet, and the moisture it emitted was warm with a hint of sweetness, which was a hundred times more intense than any other stimulation.

"Hurry up and lick mommy's place, child." Mom was afraid that I didn't understand, so she said, "Use your tongue to lick mommy's flesh hole. If it goes well, both of us will be very happy. Don't be shy. You should know that this is where you were born. Your father shot his semen into it, and then you came out from here. You are just going back to the old place to take a look. Hurry up and lick it. Put your tongue in and lick the honey inside clean. Don't worry about ethics and morals. Let them go to hell."

With my mother's words, I felt at ease and licked her entire vagina with my tongue. The tongue was inserted deeply into my mother's vagina and scraped hard on the vaginal wall, rolling out the liquid that was continuously flowing out of the vaginal wall and swallowing it into the stomach. You know, the only time I do this is when I'm eating ice cream or when I see a particularly beautiful woman.

I paid attention to my mother's reaction. When my tongue moved inside her vagina, she would make short breaths, her body would tremble, and the secretion of fluid on her vaginal wall would intensify.

I found that when I licked a small protrusion inside my mother's vagina, her reaction would suddenly intensify, so I specifically attacked this protrusion.

The mother moaned, "Oh... yes... child... you little rascal... oh... you are so smart... you know how to lick mom's little bean... it makes mom so itchy... oh... oh... so comfortable... oh... God... mom is going to cum... oh..."

I kept licking my mother's pussy, with my tongue deeply inserted into my mother's vagina.

I savored the taste of my mother's vagina, an incredible mixture of flavors that were sticky, wet, warm, slightly spicy, and slightly salty.

I felt an inexplicable excitement because this had always been my father's favorite forbidden area. It was where my brothers and sisters and I were born, and I knew that this was also where my cock would enter in a while.

My mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her vaginal walls contracted violently, tightly wrapping around my tongue, as if she wanted to twist my tongue off and stuff it into the deepest part.

My mother's vaginal fluid kept flowing out, flowing onto my face, sticking to my face and the entire base of my thighs, and then flowing onto the bed, wetting the sheets.

“Oh…baby…my beloved son…” Mom screamed, “Suck hard…good son…lick Mom’s pussy hard…oh…oh…Mom is coming…good son…you made Mom come…oh…so good…I can’t take it anymore…oh…oh…oh oh…it’s coming out…I can’t take it anymore…I’m coming…I’m coming…”

I withdrew my tongue and looked up at Mom.

My mother's body was convulsing and her expression was extremely painful. She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, her fingers digging deep into my muscles.

It took a while for my mother to calm down, look at me with a smile, and then say the words that touched me the most.

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(three)

"Thank you, my child, my love, it was so beautiful just now, and mommy also made you climax. Now, it's time for my baby son to experience the joy of adulthood. Come on, child, fuck mommy!"

I climbed on top of my mother, looking at her face to face. My erect penis touched my mother's pubic hair, strongly stimulating my glans.

"Mom, I know our behavior is wrong. Let's not call each other by our real names and act like a couple, okay?"

"No!" Mom was unexpectedly excited.

Soon she said to me in a gentle tone: "Child, do you know what incest is?"

"Of course, Mom," I said. "It's incest when members of the same family commit adultery and have sex with each other, like we are doing now, right, Mom?"

"That's right, son. It's absolutely right. Do you know that incest is the most obscene and vile thing? In real life, it is absolutely forbidden. It is a fault, a crime, and even unnatural. Do you know all this?"

I laughed. "Of course, Mom. But isn't it more fun this way?"

My mother also laughed and said, "Mom, I'm glad that you think so too. I don't want to lose this wonderful feeling of incest. I also want you to keep reminding me that we are mother and son and we are committing incest. When we make love later, I will call you son and you have to call me mommy, not mother or mommy, but mommy. Children call their mothers mommy. I hope I will remember that I am making love with my most lovely son."

I looked deeply into my mother's beautiful brown eyes and said, "I love you, Mommy."

Mom happily replied, "I love you too, son. I'm glad you haven't done it with other women before. Mommy wants to be her first woman. Mommy wants to teach her how to have sex with a woman."

She reached down and grabbed my cock, saying with great joy, "Oh, it's so hard. This one belongs to Mommy. Thank you, son."

She guided my glans to her vaginal opening, then put her hands around my buttocks and pushed me forward. Since my mother's vaginal opening was already wet, my penis entered her body smoothly.

The mother shouted happily: "Oh, welcome back, my good son."

My mother taught me to move my buttocks back and forth so that my penis could fully enter and become one with her.

I felt my mother's warm flesh walls tightly wrapped around my cock. There seemed to be a suction force deep in the vagina, sucking the cock deeper. The flesh walls were wriggling regularly. It was indeed an experienced and well-trained vagina!

I was mesmerized by this totally unimaginable joy. What kind of feeling is this?

It's not at all the 'tight enough to break your penis' kind of thing I've read about in books.

You have to know that my mother gave birth to five children, and my father never let her go every night.

It is a warm and comfortable feeling, just like putting on a glove that fits perfectly, not tight but fits the penis completely, feeling very comfortable.

My mother's vagina was hot and wet. It was also the first woman's vagina I had ever fucked.

I remembered what my mother had just said, so I relaxed my body and let the lustful and incestuous feelings dominate my actions as I fucked my mother's pussy while talking to her.

"Do you like it, Mommy? It's your own son who is fucking Mommy's pussy."

"Do you want to continue, Mommy?"

"Oh, this feels so dirty and horny, doesn't it, Mommy?"

"Does mommy feel comfortable with her baby son?"

…

I lowered my head and bit my mother's nipple, pulling it hard left and right, and licked the center of my mother's nipple with the tip of my tongue, giving my mother a piercing pleasure.

Mom ran her hands through my hair.

"Oh... yes... my son is fucking mommy... oh... my naughty son and mommy... oh... my good son... fuck mommy harder... keep fucking her... fuck her to death..."

I glanced at my mother. She had her eyes closed, her face flushed, her breathing was heavy, and sweat was oozing from her forehead. She looked very intoxicated.

"Is your son's cock big, Mommy? Do you like your son's cock?"

The mother murmured unconsciously: "Oh...oh...yes...oh...yes...it's so big...so hard...oh...my baby son has a big cock...oh...oh oh...it makes mommy feel so good...hurry up...harder...oh..."

Knowing how my mother reacted to me biting her nipple, I did another experiment.

I reached out to my mother's vagina, teased her labia, and twisted and pulled the two labia up and down, front and back, left and right. The penis moved in and out faster. With each in and out, my mother's flesh was rolled in and out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. The scene was very obscene.

“Oh…oh!” Mom screamed, “No…don’t…oh…oh…please spare Mommy…oh…it’s too beautiful…oh…I can’t take it anymore…son…Mommy can’t take it anymore…hurry…hurry…Mommy is coming…hurry…faster…oh…oh…oh oh…oh oh oh…Mommy is going to come…ah…”

Although my mother had been licked wet by me just now, her vaginal fluid began to flow out in large quantities at this time, flowing along the penis to my lower abdomen, thighs, and hands, completely wetting the bed sheets.

With every powerful collision of our bodies, the vaginal fluid splashed everywhere, covering my entire body.

My mother's vaginal walls became tighter and tighter, tightly wrapping around my cock, making every thrust extremely difficult.

At the same time, my mother kept moaning in a wanton and lewd manner, shocking my consciousness.

Her hips swung wildly from side to side, as if trying to pull my dick out by the roots.

This feeling is so much better than when my mother sucked me out with her mouth just now, and that time I had an orgasm alone, but this time I want to orgasm together with my mother!

My consciousness became blurred, and all my senses were concentrated on the junction between my mother and me. I felt the regular pulse from there, and my body trembled, as if something was constantly radiating out, making me feel comfortable all over.

This radiation lasted for a long time.

I can't remember ever having ejaculated so much in my life.

I left my mother's body and lay beside her exhausted. My consciousness had not yet fully returned to my body. I felt that everything around me was so far away and so blurry.

I seemed to hear her say in a daze, "Oh, my son is so good, he ejaculated inside me, it would be great if we could have a baby."

I suddenly came to my senses.

Damn it! I suddenly remembered that my cousin once told me that sex between men and women would result in the birth of a child, and yet I not only fucked my mother, but also ejaculated inside her.

I was suddenly panicked. I am not the father. Even if I wanted to, my brothers and sisters would not agree. How should I explain to my father? It should be the father's job to let the mother give birth to the child.

"Oh God, Mom. What if you're pregnant? What are we going to do next? How long will it take for my baby to come out? What am I going to do?"

I was indeed a little anxious. After all, I was just a child and when I encountered something I could do nothing about, I had to listen to my mother.

Mom laughed and said, "You know you can get pregnant this way. I thought you wanted me to give birth to a son. Isn't that good? It's fun to have a son who calls you brother. Besides, I also want to give my baby son a big fat boy."

I was so anxious that I almost cried.

Seeing how anxious I was, my mother teased me for a while, and then she said, "Don't worry, honey, it's not that easy to get pregnant. Mommy's safe period is still a week away. Even if it's a non-safe period, if you want Mommy to get pregnant every time you do it, Mommy will be exhausted. Can you see how long it took your father and I to give birth to the five of you?"

So that's how it is. I feel relieved.

Mom continued to reassure me and allay my concerns.

"Listen, kid. I'm your mother. Even if I'm a slut, I won't hurt my son. I just want you to have sex with me, and I hope you like it. Don't worry about getting pregnant. That's my business. You don't have to worry about it."

As she said this she gave me a long, slow, gentle, deep kiss.

"Okay, now I want you to try something new. Just now you only licked Mommy's pussy, this time we're going to try something new. Come on, baby, lick Mommy again."

Next, I kept licking my mother and she also licked my cock. Every time before and after I fucked my mother, I would lick her vagina carefully until she was satisfied.

But I really like it, and that day the number 69 became a lucky number in my life.

When my mother clamped my cock between her plump and soft breasts, I felt like I was in heaven. This was the most amazing experience I have had since I could remember being two years old. It turns out that breasts can not only be used for breastfeeding, but can also fulfill some of the functions of a vagina. It really opened my eyes.

It seems that today is the happiest day of my life.

We entangled several times until we were both exhausted and could not continue.

But even if we wanted to continue, it would be impossible. Look at the time, the other children will be back from school soon.

It is indeed a problem when other people come back. Although I can have fun with my mother until my father comes back, it will be a big trouble if my sisters and brothers find out.

My mother and I discussed it and decided to have sex only twice a day from now on, once in the afternoon before everyone else came back from school, and the other time at night when everyone else was asleep.

But sometimes when we couldn't bear it anymore, we would sneak into the warehouse to satisfy our cravings, then drive to the cedar forest outside the city, stop, and have sex in the back seat of the car.

Our happiest time came two months after Dad passed away. This opportunity was created by Mom. Since it was summer vacation, the mother arranged for the other children to go to relatives' homes or go camping.

Of course, I was "forced" to stay and look after the house with my mother.

In this way, we had a whole week to spend time alone together, and I felt like a married man, enjoying the sweetness of life with my beloved wife.

I slept openly in my mother's big bed, and we would make love non-stop as long as we felt like it.

In order to please me, my mother stayed naked for a whole week. Even after we finished having sex, and her breasts were so painful from my sucking and biting that they couldn't stand up, I could still get great satisfaction from looking at my mother's naked body. What excites me most is the sight of her snow-white and plump breasts covered with my saliva and bite marks, and her plump vagina flowing with my semen.

Indeed, it is a great satisfaction to watch my semen flow out of my mother's vagina drop by drop.

But as my mother and I had sex more and more frequently, there was one thing that kept bothering me and causing me more and more mental stress: would my mother get pregnant as a result of our sexual relations?

I decided to have a good talk with my mother about this matter. After all, even a child of my age is very clear about the consequences of conception and childbirth between close relatives.

After a crazy sex session with my mother, I mentioned this problem that was bothering me.

"This is the greatest moment of my life, Mom," I said. "I wish it could last longer. I can't imagine what will happen to me when I can't fuck Mom's pussy anymore."

"Oh, me too, baby. I wish we could go on like this forever, maybe we could find some way to go on without anyone finding out."

I kissed my mother deeply and said, "That would be crazy, Mom! But if you were pregnant, it would be very difficult to deal with, even though we have been very careful."

"What are you talking about? Do you want to use a condom?" Mom smiled and lowered her voice. "Oh, but this is indeed a troublesome thing. If you hadn't told me, I would have almost completely forgotten about it. But it's too late now. My safe period has passed three days ago. Forget it. Anyway, it's like this. I can't avoid it. I think we don't have to worry about it in the next three weeks or even nine months."

Then she laughed again: "Don't worry, kid. The chances of a woman getting pregnant are very slim. I don't believe you will be so lucky. If you are, you can be the father."

To be honest, I was very nervous for the next ten days and tried my best to avoid ejaculating directly into my mother's vagina. I felt that my mother had the same reaction as me.

Alas, getting married and having children is a natural thing for people, but it is so disturbing when it involves mother-son incest.

On the eleventh day, the mother said, "Okay, children, let's take a break. Today is my day."

I heard the helplessness and longing in my mother's heart.

For the next month, we were all exhausted by this matter and our schedule was often messed up.

Sometimes my mother would say "Today is the safe period" and then change the subject to "Oh, I forgot what day it is, there is no point in worrying"

Oh my God, my mother is confusing me. It seems that she doesn’t even understand her own safe period.

When we were enjoying our summer "honeymoon", we received a call. It was from Dad. He was coming back! His boss allowed him to come back for vacation and he can be home this weekend.

During this last week, my mother and I completely forgot about the worries of the past month. Things like pregnancy and childbirth were all thrown out of our minds. We just made love day and night.

I became bolder than ever before. Not only did I ejaculate my semen all over my mother's body, I also liked to ejaculate directly into the deep of her uterus, regardless of whether it was a safe period or not.

"Mom, we have done everything in the past three months, but there is one thing we haven't done yet."

"What did you say, child, do you really want a baby?" The mother looked very longing and eager.

"No, Mom, that's not it. What I mean is that within three months after Dad left, if you had a baby within six months, nine months after that, people would have been suspicious."

I slid my fingers over her butt cheeks and stopped at her asshole. I said, "I mean, I've fucked your pussy, your tits, and your mouth, but there's one place I haven't fucked. Let me fuck you, Mom."

"Oh...oh! child," the mother said in surprise, "no one has ever done this to me, including your father."

"Great!" I said happily, "You took your son's virginity, so I at least have the right to explore another virgin land of my mother. Besides, my mother wants this, too, right?"

The next day, after the other kids had gone to school, I swaggered into my mom’s bedroom and she pulled out a hose to give me easier access to her anus. I put the hose on my erect penis and inserted the other end into my mother's anus. I knelt down, aimed the glans at my mother's anus, and pushed forward with force.

My mother's body was very tense and her anus was very tightly contracted, making it difficult for my penis to move.

I know from books that if the mother feels happy, the anal sphincter will relax, and entry will be much easier. But I didn't want that, I wanted to force my way in, and it seemed like my mom wanted me to do that too.

"Oh, Mom, I'm going to go in. I'm going to force it in, whether you want it or not! If you don't want to, I'll be even happier! Let your son deflower your mom's ass, you stinky bitch, you rotten whore, watch me fuck you to death."

This was the first time in my life that I spoke to my mother so rudely, but she seemed to be intoxicated.

"Oh... yes... good... son... good son... put it in mommy's asshole... mommy wants you to put it in... oh... oh... fuck mommy's asshole hard... oh... fuck it... fuck it hard... fuck it hard... fuck mommy until she can't sit up anymore... oh... it hurts... mommy likes it so much... the more it hurts, the better..."

My cock was deeply inserted into my mother's anus. My mother's anus was contracted very tightly. The sphincter was like a pair of pliers, as if it wanted to cut my cock off, but it made me feel a strange pleasure when the cock went in and out.

My mother looked like she was in great pain, but she kept moving her butt towards me, which gave me a sense of sadistic pleasure.

Soon my mother's thighs began to shake violently, which made my cock numb. A hot stream couldn't help but gushed out and hit deep into my mother's anus.

My mother's body was in extreme spasm, her legs trembled, and hot liquid flowed down her thighs.

I fucked my mother's anus twice that day, and I stopped only when her anus was so painful that she couldn't sit up.

On the last night before Dad came back, I went to Mom's room to spend our last night together.

Mom is awake and waiting for me, but she looks very sad.

"Now you and your dad have something in common, kid."

My heart almost stopped when I thought about the implications of these words.

"It's over between us."

Suddenly, I felt that I had nothing to miss about this home anymore. Although Mom's tone seemed to want us to stay, Dad would be back tomorrow and Mom would have to return to Dad's arms again. I couldn't face this fact.

Believe it or not, I am very happy that my father is home, even if it means that I will lose my mother, but I love my father very much. He has been my idol since I was a child. I try my best to imitate everything he does, including having sex with my mother. I respect him and don't want to hurt him, and I think my mother feels the same.

Later, I made up my mind to leave home one day. I knew that I could not start a family with my mother independently because she was my mother, and I wanted a wife to spend my life with and give birth to a legitimate child for me. I knew very well that my mother was not such a woman.

Oh, mother, my beloved mother, she can only be my dream that is always out of reach.

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Chapter 2: Rose with Thorns

(one)

When I look back on everything that happened, I am very grateful to my mother. It was she who brought me into this world, raised me to adulthood, and gave me the most important gift in my life - even more important than the crazy three months my mother and I spent together. That was the birth of my sister Rose, a year after I was born.

Rose and I seemed to be natural enemies. From the moment she was born, she liked to go against me. Many of my relatives said that I often bullied Rose when she was little and that I behaved in a very mean way, but I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a typical friction between siblings. Just ask yourself, which family has several children and they all quarrel with each other? It's the same with us, just a little distorted.

I mean, we argue and even fight about almost everything, even things we both like but we won't admit. But Rose has a secret weapon, which is crying. Almost every time she loses an argument with me, she bursts into tears. Although I hated her to the point of gritting my teeth and sometimes even wanted to kill her, I hated to see her cry the most. As soon as her eyes turned red, I had to slip away before her tears came out, so as not to be soft-hearted and comfort her instead.

Of course she also had her moments of laughter, which were when we weren't arguing, especially as we grew into our teens, when we stopped attacking each other. She seemed like a different person, becoming very shy and depressed, but too depressed. She had a sad face all day long, which made me very uncomfortable.

But if you get in touch with her deeply and give her encouragement, she will give you a smile in return. I firmly believe that my sister's smile can charm everyone.

Her smile is like the rising sun, like the innocence of a child, like the sweet first kiss, giving people a radiant feeling. Anyone who has seen it once would rather die than see it a second time.

Unfortunately, although I often bullied her when I was a child, I had to work hard to win my sister's smile every day when I grew up, and I had other ulterior motives.

I don't know when I fell in love with my sister, but it must have been early, probably around the age when I started having erotic dreams and masturbating.

When I was young, I masturbated frequently, but the heroine I used as the object was not my mother, but my sister Rose.

It’s not surprising to think about it now. Although I like my mother very much and respect her, my interest in her is largely due to my admiration for my father, and later it was my mother who took the initiative to seduce me. I think the reason why I finally decided to break off my relationship with my mother was because I subconsciously believed that the person I truly loved was not my mother.

I often see my sister naked in my dreams. She actively offers her pure body to me and actively sucks my cock...

One day, I was about to walk out of the room when my sister came in. I was thirteen and she was twelve. We bumped into each other at the door, and naturally, we reached out to support each other.

I used too much force and pulled my sister into my arms. Her small, firm breasts were immediately pressed against my chest. Our stomachs hit each other with a bang. We looked at each other face to face, our breath connected. My cock suddenly became hard and poked my sister's vagina through her clothes. My sister's face turned red immediately, she broke free from my embrace and ran away like a flash.

I think this might be the initial fuse between us.

I was so dazed that I stood there and didn't feel my sister leaving at all. I really hope that kind of soul-stirring feeling can happen again.

That night, I orgasmed for the first time by masturbating.

I lay on the bed, rubbing my cock hard, recalling the feeling of my sister's small breasts against my chest. I really wanted to know how my sister felt at this moment, and how fascinating it would be if the two of us played this sex game together.

Sometimes, Dad and Mom would leave us home while they went shopping or to church for mass, and I always took full advantage of these opportunities to spy on my sister's actions.

At that time, there was a popular sexual game among children in our school: find an opportunity to go home with a girl, and then ask her "Do you feel it?" ', and when the other party answered no, he took the opportunity to touch the woman's body and said, 'Do you feel it now?

It took my sister a long time to understand this game, so I took advantage of the limited opportunities to feast on her body, especially kneading her breasts. It seems that I was deeply influenced by my mother and I am particularly interested in women's breasts.

I tried so hard to let her know how I felt about her, but it was impossible for me to just tell her that I loved her and that I wanted to spend my life with her.

However, that is as far as I can go for now. I don't want to simply declare that I have done it after having sex with my sister. I see us as lovers, husband and wife, and even parents.

I had envisioned our wonderful first time and had even planned every step: we would go to the beach together in the afterglow of the sunset, and I would slowly take off her clothes. First the shoes, then the pants, then the top, then the bra, and finally the panties. At this time, the sun had already set, and the western sky was filled with blood-red sunset glow. She stood between me and the sea, facing the beautiful sunset glow sideways. I could only see her beautiful outline. Her plump, beautifully shaped breasts outlined a perfect curve in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then she lowered her body and sat down, looking expectant, with her hairy vagina faintly visible. I couldn't help but walk over, gently laid her body down, and then...

Unfortunately, my sister doesn't seem to like this kind of "Do you feel it?" ' game, every time I asked her 'Do you feel it? ', after letting me 'feel' her for a few times, she would suddenly break free from my entanglement and run away.

During that period, Dad loved her the most.

I never envied my mother and father's union, but I had to worry about my father's favoritism, and I even suspected that my father and sister had already had one.

Of course, all this happened before my mom and I had a secret relationship.

Because of my experience with my mother, I became more and more determined to take further action with my sister. If she refuses, then I will be completely screwed, and she might obey Dad, which will definitely destroy our family because Dad is an upright and traditional man. I could even imagine my dad getting mad, my mom trying to protect me, and me just watching, and then our family falling apart.

When I was in middle school, in addition to learning some knowledge and building up my confidence, I also had many opportunities to interact with the opposite sex.

In school, I was neither a playboy nor a nerd, so I dated many girls, but at best we just went out to play, watch movies, hold hands, and kiss on the cheek. But sometimes I had the chance to put my hand inside a girl's shirt or shorts, which was quite satisfying.

But after I had a relationship with my mother, I became tired of these fake contacts. I am confident that if I touch a girl again, I will be able to make her take off her panties. However, I didn't try these things again.

After graduating from high school, I was admitted to university and settled down in the school dormitory. This was also the first time I lived away from home.

I missed my home a little, but I found that university life suits me well. For me, this is a good place to enrich my knowledge and liberate my thoughts.

In late autumn, the pastor from my hometown came and brought bad news: my family had been in an accident, a traffic accident. But he didn't tell me the details. Although I was preparing for my final exams at that time, I drove home immediately after receiving the news. While refueling on the way, I called the police to ask, but they were hesitant and just told me to come back quickly.

I had a feeling that misfortune had finally befallen our family.

When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my sister Rose crying hysterically. The pastor was also there, and I learned the details from him.

At that time, our family was returning home from church after mass in the caravan that my father had just bought. When passing through a canyon, we were hit by a private car. Neither my father nor my mother was wearing seat belts, and they died on the spot. Although my other sister was wearing a seat belt, unfortunately the car hit her from the direction she was in, and of course there was no chance of survival. Both my brothers were seriously injured and lost a lot of blood.

Fortunately, Rose was not with them.

The pastor said that my mother was very upset that day, and when asked why, she just said that she had a fight with Rose and she said she didn’t know what would happen in the future.

At dawn, my two younger brothers also died.

I took my sister back to the empty home, but she was absent-minded, as if she didn't exist. She didn't eat, talk, or pay attention to anyone.

I took good care of her and I was worried that she might commit suicide.

The funeral was held on the third day after the accident. My sister was present in person, but her dull eyes and lifeless expression contrasted sharply with her neat black clothes.

After burying the remains of our loved ones, we silently accepted the consolation and blessings of our acquaintances. I could hardly hold on, but my sister looked expressionless, as if she didn't exist.

I took her home and, exhausted, lay down and fell asleep.

About an hour later, I woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. When I passed by my sister's room, I suddenly smelled a strange odor. I hurriedly knocked on my sister's door, but there was no response. In desperation, I started to bang on the door hard.

After the door was kicked open, I fell into the room and immediately smelled the pungent smell of gas and the hissing sound of the stove. Thank God, my sister was sleeping on the bed near the door. I quickly carried her to the living room, laid her flat on the sofa, then ran back to turn off the gas and stove, opened the window wide, and then returned to my sister.

Her complexion was better and her breathing was somewhat normal, but very weak.

I shook her hand vigorously, saying, "Wake up, little sister, wake up quickly. Oh, don't scare me like this, little sister, don't leave me, wake up, little sister, I love you, don't leave me, wake up quickly."

She moaned, "Leave me alone, I want to die, I deserve to die, you won't love me, I'm scared, let me die!"

"No, little sister. Don't leave me alone. I have lost a lot just like you, maybe even more. Don't scare your brother anymore. I don't want to lose you again."

She opened her eyes and cried for the first time: "You don't know, I killed them, it's my fault!"

"What did you say? I know you wouldn't do that."

She shook her head and said, "If it weren't for me, they wouldn't be on the road, and nothing would have happened."

I tried to comfort her, "Okay, so what did you do?"

"Dad called me and said Mom had told him about our fight and they were on their way back. I also heard Mom and Dad arguing on the phone. I think they must have had an argument on the way."

"Okay," I said, "You and Mom had a fight, Dad tried to make up for it, and then there was an accident, but it wasn't your fault. Now, tell me, what exactly did you and Mom have to fight about?"

"Because of you!" she said and buried her head deep in the cushions.

I was stunned. What does this have to do with me?

I questioned her immediately and finally found out the whole story.

It all started when my younger sister discovered my mother's diary.

Our whole family likes to look back at the past, and from time to time we want to look through some of our old stuff. That time, my sister had to do homework related to family, so she went to the attic to look for materials and accidentally found my mother's diary. Although she knew it was wrong, she still peeked at my mother's diary.

The terrible thing is that Mom’s diary starts when Dad went to work on the West Coast, which was the day Mom and I had our first experience that summer.

Although the diary recorded sweet things, it was undoubtedly the beginning of a nightmare for my sister.

"I remember writing down everything that happened after Dad left in my diary," she said. "Mom was very sad in the first week, but soon she became happy. She wrote in her diary that she was very happy that night because she found that you had grown up."

She suddenly smiled.

Oh, that's a good sign, she smiled for the first time in days.

"Do you remember that night? That night she taught you how to play cards?" she asked me.

"Of course I remember," I said.

"I suspected from then on that something unusual was going on, because she never taught the rest of us kids that. I remember her eyes following you as you went back to bed until you disappeared down the hallway. I wanted to know what happened to you, so I read Mom's diary."

I was surprised that my mother was so careless that she not only recorded our relationship but also put such an obscene diary in the attic. Of course, I also want to know how detailed her records are and whether she really regards me as her lover.

"My heart broke when I saw the recording of your first time having sex." She turned to me, very angry but sad. "You know what? I always thought you loved me!"

Oh my god, how could this happen?

I almost collapsed to the ground. Is my sister jealous?

My sister spoke very quickly at this point, as if she wanted to get everything off her mind before she lost her courage.

"I thought I could control myself. I mean, although I had long suspected that you and mom had...had...that kind of relationship, but when the facts were laid out in black and white in front of me, I was going crazy."

"I ran to my mother and used all the dirty words to insult her. I called her a slut, a whore, and a pervert. I asked her why she wanted to steal the only man I loved when she already had the best husband in the world."

Damn it! She said stealing, so she has nothing to do with dad at all.

"Wait a minute, little sister." I interrupted her. "What did you just say? Why did I always think you were not interested in me?"

"I love you, brother. I always have." She said shyly, "Do you remember that time we bumped into each other in the aisle and held each other for five minutes?"

I smiled and said, "Of course I remember it, as if it was yesterday."

"Do you know why I dodged at that time? My lower body was soaked, and I was afraid that you would think I was still a child and had wet my pants. I didn't want you to think of me as a child."

"I see." I suddenly realized, "Then why did you always hide from me when I played the game of 'Do you feel it?'? I thought you hated me."

"Did I run away when you touched my breasts?" she asked unconvincedly. "Then I avoided you because I wanted to see if you had the courage to chase me. You are really a bit childish, you know that?"

She gave me a little smile and that made me feel better.

But I had to ruin the atmosphere because her guilt had not yet been eliminated.

"Tell me what happened next." I continued, "Why do you think the accident was your fault?"

Her face suddenly became gloomy again.

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(two)

"I know Mom told Dad about our quarrel, and she may have confessed something. I also heard Mom's voice when Dad was driving and calling me. She seemed to say something like, 'Don't you know enough?' I think Mom may have revealed something, but she didn't say... about..." Her voice suddenly dropped, as if the wall had ears, "... your incest."

"I was worried that my dad might have been angry and arguing with my mom, so he didn't notice the other cars. I reminded him, but it was no use. If I hadn't argued with my mom, this wouldn't have happened."

I finally understood what was going on, and I grabbed her shoulders and brought us face to face.

"Listen, you seem to have forgotten that Dad is a strong-willed, disciplined, principled man. He knows how to distinguish between feelings and duties, and no one can do it better than him. No matter what Mom said to him at the time, he would not lose control."

"Do you believe your brother, little sister? I talked to the police officers who investigated the accident, and they told me some facts. First, Dad saw the car coming from the opposite direction. Judging from the trajectory of the car sliding after Dad braked, Dad did not accelerate at the time. He did everything he could to avoid the collision, but there was a cliff on the right side of the road and there was no way to go. Dad had tried his best."

"Besides, they would have been coming back from church even if it weren't for you," I said, looking into my sister's eyes. "You just asked them to come back a few minutes earlier, but the fact is that even if they came back a few minutes earlier or later, they would have run into that drunk bastard on the way."

"So, it's not your fault."

My sister looked at me and seemed relieved, but suddenly she said anxiously, "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you think?"

"I told you I love you, brother, and I need you. When you shook my hand just now, I heard you say you love me, so do you 'need' me too?"

I took her hand and walked her to my parents' bedroom and laid her down on their bed.

To her surprise I simply picked out a nightgown for her to wear and then gave her a sleeping pill.

"I brought you here because we're going to sleep together tonight, but that's all." I whispered in her ear. "After what happened this afternoon, I don't want you to get hurt, so I have to keep an eye on you."

"However, I will not lay a finger on you tonight. I have many things to think about."

After I watched my sister fall asleep, I returned to her bedroom to look for my mother's diary. When I find her, I'll go back to her.

Due to the effect of sleeping pills, my sister fell into a deep sleep.

I sat in the easy chair that my mother used to sit in and began to read her diary.

Although I once had a deep crush on my mother, I could never really understand what she was thinking, what position I held in her heart, how she viewed our relationship, etc. I wanted to know, and I had to satisfy my curiosity.

The first thing I saw was the description of our first time, and one passage caught my attention.

“…He licked my pussy and made me orgasm once, but I had to fake it three times. He was trying so hard, he needed the confidence…”

The mother’s description made me feel a little embarrassed, but her words were full of love for her son, which made me feel warm in my heart.

It wasn't until three weeks later that I felt much better.

"...He came five times today! This kid learns really fast..."

I finally found the problem that had been bothering me from my mother's diary - my mother actually wanted to have my child. This was a shock to me, but also a relief.

The diary revealed that she really wanted to have my child, but was never able to do so. As I said, Mom also had some condoms, and she wasn't on birth control, but she never let me use them. She had thought that if we did it four or five times a day she would have a good chance of conceiving, but by the end of our three months, Mom had not gotten pregnant, so Mom wondered if I was infertile.

After reading my mother's diary (which actually only recorded the three months we were together), I felt deeply grateful to my mother. Not only did she bring me into this world, she also took the responsibility of raising me up, guiding me step by step and allowing me to experience the beauty of the union between men and women.

After letting go of the matter of my mother, I began to think about the future life of my sister and me.

Tonight, I deliberately rejected my sister's advances because I know that grief is the most powerful aphrodisiac. I didn't want sadness to mix into our sinful union, even though it would be more exciting.

She asked me if I needed her, and of course I did, very much, but I wanted to think about it when we were both clear-headed.

I love my sister too, I don't want to lose her, I want to see her every day, have her, and live with her.

I recalled the past. She said she has always loved me, so she must have loved me for a long time. So do I really love her?

I tried to imagine what my life would be like without her and it was a pale and bleak picture. Even in the worst circumstances, as long as we are together, it seems that any difficulties can be overcome.

I thought about sex again, but the only words that came to my mind were sexual intercourse and making love. Whenever I think of my sister's pure and lovely face, her graceful figure, and her refreshing smile, my cock can't help but beat and grow bigger.

Oh, it must be better to do it with my sister than with my mom.

I came back to reality and thought about what we should do next. I mean we have to leave here, if we start a family here then everyone will know and there will be rumors and slander. But I like our current home very much. It is the house left by my father and mother, and I really don’t want to leave it.

If we are to leave, where should we go? There was no way I was going back to college. What would others say if you brought your sister back to the dormitory? I no longer wanted to pursue a degree. Isn’t the reason I go to college to find a good job after graduation? Like everyone else, he had money to have fun and find women to lick their pussies. Go to hell! I don't need any of this, I already have the woman I love the most.

I put on my pajamas, climbed into bed, and slept next to my sister.

I hugged her, our bodies pressed close together. Even through her pajamas, I could still feel the pressure of my sister's firm breasts. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed on my face, with a hint of sweetness, which was intoxicating. We hugged each other like this and fell asleep.

The next day, the brilliant morning glow shone upon us through the window, and I woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my sister's bright and clear eyes. She had obviously woken up a long time ago and must have stared at me sleeping for a long time.

When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled slightly, leaned over and gave me a kiss, but just lightly touched my cheek.

Did she change her mind after one night?

"Are you going to continue our conversation from last night?" I asked cautiously.

She nodded and kissed the other side of my cheek.

I was determined to break the deadlock.

"When I said I loved you last night, I meant to ask you if you would marry me, sister."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she straightened up, pressing her hands tightly against her violently heaving chest.

"If that's the only possibility." She was a little excited, her breathing a little rapid.

"Listen to me, sis. Believe it or not, I've learned a lot in college. I know some drug addicts and anti-war activists who can get us fake IDs, real IDs that will work. That way we can have different names, and then we can get married legally. I want us to be together forever, and I won't love anyone else but you. Promise me, sis."

"That's great, brother." She was so excited that she shed tears. "I have been waiting for this day. I want to marry you, brother."

"But there are some things I think we can do in advance." She took a deep breath and said, "For example, having sex. I don't want to wait until the wedding day to start."

I kissed her wet lips and said, "It's up to you. It's up to you. It's up to you."

While he was talking, his hands were not idle.

I reached to unbutton her nightgown and she leaned her body completely against mine while kissing me passionately. I responded by biting her lower lip gently and sucking it, then I put my tongue into her mouth and touched my sister's soft and wet tongue, entwining it passionately. My sister resisted the attack of my tongue, then put her tongue into my mouth and sucked each other passionately.

After I unbuttoned all the buttons of her pajamas, I let it slide from my sister's shoulders to her waist. My sister's breasts were completely exposed in front of me. As I said, my sister looks very much like my mother. Her nipples were a bright red and had the same beautiful shape as her mother's. Although her snow-white breasts are not as full as her mother's, they are full of youthful vitality. They are upright, with delicate skin and extremely elastic.

I reached out my hands to those two lovely nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, and felt them begin to harden.

I was very careful. This was my sister's first time and I didn't know how she really felt or how she liked me to treat her.

I kissed her breasts, moving my lips around the areola, feeling my sister's delicate skin tremble slightly as my lips moved.

"Oh...brother...my nipples...kiss my nipples..." she moaned.

My lips kissed my sister's nipple, licking and sucking gently. I bit my sister's hard nipple with my teeth, pulled it left and right, and licked her nipple with my tongue. My sister kept moaning, twisting her body and pressing her breasts against my face.

I used the tip of my tongue instead, lightly teasing my sister's nipples, placing the tip of my tongue on the small hole in the center of the nipple, and pushing it in hard. My sister's moans suddenly became rapid. She reached out and hugged my head tightly, buried it deeply in her tall breasts, and rubbed my face hard.

"Oh...brother...it feels so good...I like it..." she said happily.

I let go of my attack on my sister's nipples, smiled at her, and asked, "Is this comfortable? Are you wet down there? Are you getting hot and wet down there?"

I have made my sister so aroused that she is showing all kinds of seductive behavior and is becoming a little unscrupulous in her words.

She gave me a wink and said, "My vagina is as hot as a furnace, do you dare to come in?"

I turned her body over so that her back was facing me. I already knew last night that she wasn't wearing any underwear, so I leaned over to admire my sister's private parts from behind.

What surprised me was that I didn't see the pubic hair that an adult woman usually has. My sister's vulva was slightly raised, with a cute little bright red crack, but there was no grass around the crack. This reminds me of when I was a kid and played childish sex games with my sister and I touched her vagina, and a warm feeling came over me.

My sister obviously noticed my reaction.

"I woke up an hour earlier than you," she said. "Remember when we were little? You tried so hard to pull me into your room so that you could lick my pussy like you did to the neighbor's sister, but I didn't let you succeed. When I woke up just now, I thought, if we make love today, I want you to taste my hairless pussy, just like when we were little. So I shaved off all the hair just now. Brother, do you think this is okay?"

I realized my sister's intentions and couldn't help but laugh happily: "I said I wanted you to marry me, didn't I?"

"Yes!" she said quickly.

"Okay," I said, "then let me taste my dear sister's little cunt."

I put my head between my sister's legs and carefully admired her vagina.

Of course, my sister’s vagina also has its own unique smell, a bit like my mother’s, but much milder. Her labia were bright red, obviously not yet plucked by anyone. A crack was clearly visible on the slightly raised hillock, very conspicuous and very sensitive. When my tongue touched her vaginal opening, even with just a slight touch, my sister's body would tremble, and she would appear very sensitive and shy.

I tentatively pushed my tongue into the vagina, and to my great surprise found that its way was blocked by a thin membrane.

It turns out that my sister is still a virgin!

For a moment, I really didn't know what to do because I had never had sex with a virgin.

I heard that the woman will feel a lot of pain when entering for the first time, so should I enter slowly or forcefully?

I used my tongue to carefully outline the shape of my sister's hymen. It looked very thin and large, so it should be easy to break through.

So, I decided to force my way in.

My sister obviously appreciates the movement of my tongue in her vagina. In fact, this is what my mother taught me and it is the legacy she left us.

"Oh...brother...this is so beautiful...it feels so good...is brother's cock also good like this? Tell me...brother...I like it..."

I remembered that my mother once said that incest would increase the obscenity and lewdness during sex, and I thought I needed to preserve this tradition.

I let go of my sister's hymen for a moment, looked at her face to face, and then repeated the conversation I had had with my mother, except that it was my turn to ask the questions now.

"Do you know what incest is?" I asked.

“Like what we’re doing now,” she said. “Sexual relations between family members.”

"Did you know that many people believe that incest is wrong, immoral, and taboo?"

She nodded.

"So, when we make love, we should think like this. We may use different names in front of others, but in bed, I want you to remember that we are brother and sister. I love you, sister. From now on, when we make love, you should always call me brother, and I will call you sister. This way we will be happier."

"Okay, brother." She understood quickly.

She reached out and grabbed my thick cock and said, "I've never done anything like this before. If you'd like, I want to put my big cock in my sister's mouth."

Oh, of course I want my sister to serve my cock with her mouth, but not now, I want to deflower my sister before my cock ejaculates.

"Okay, sister. But first I want to ask you what you call some of our organs."

I fondled her breasts and asked, "What is this?"

"My breasts," she said.

"Correct." I moved my hand to her mound. "What is this?"

"My pussy," she said.

"Right, but I prefer to call it a cunt or a whore. It sounds much cuter."

Then I raised my cock and asked, "As for this, many books call it a penis, but I don't like it. My lovely sister should call it..."

"Cock!" she blurts out suddenly.

I was surprised and asked, "How do you know this name? It is impossible for a pure virgin like you to know this."

My sister smiled smugly and said, "I have a few girlfriends who are quite slutty. They told me about it. But they are not as slutty as me because they dare not sleep with their brothers. I think it's just because they don't have a handsome brother like me."

"So, answer my question, brother, are you willing to put your big cock in your sister's mouth?"

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(three)

She almost shouted the word "cock", as if she was afraid that the whole world didn't know what she was doing.

"Of course I would," I said, "but not now."

"I want our first time to start from your pussy and I want to ejaculate inside it. Are you ready, sister?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

I knelt between my sister's legs, and pressed my thick and long cock against her lovely crack. The glans sank slightly into it, and then slid up and down along the crack, feeling the stimulation of the intimate contact between the glans and the labia.

My sister's vagina was already wet, and her labia was covered with slippery vaginal fluid. As my glans stimulated her, transparent liquid continued to flow out. The warm vaginal fluid stuck to the glans, making me itchy and giving me an irresistible urge.

I was afraid of ejaculating, so I quickly aimed my glans at the center of my sister's vagina and started pushing forward.

My sister's vagina is very tight, the tightest of all the girls I've ever met.

Although my sister's hole was very moist, it was still difficult to push the glans in. The vaginal wall was like a hoop, tightly pressing on my glans, trying to prevent its invasion.

I pushed forward slowly and with great effort, and finally the glans touched that thin membrane. The contact between the two made my sister's body tremble.

"Do you feel it?" I kissed my sister's earlobe and asked, "My glans has already touched your hymen. If I stop now, you will still be a virgin. I don't know if my little sister is willing to let her brother take away her precious virginity?"

My sister put her hand on my butt.

"This is a husband's right," she said. "Since my brother is my husband, this is a brother's right."

Then she took the initiative to push my butt forward. When my glans broke her hymen, she just groaned softly and continued to push my butt hard until my penis was completely in.

We are finally one!

From now on, we are brother and sister, partners, man and woman, husband and wife. Our union will be legal, and we will love each other till the end of our lives.

I lay there motionless, hugging my sister, experiencing the soul-stirring joy brought by the union of spirit and flesh.

The room was so quiet that we could hear each other's heartbeats.

My sister's pussy tightly wrapped around my cock, and the slight pulsation from the vaginal wall was synchronized with our heartbeat.

My sister's warm breath sprayed on my neck, and I couldn't help licking the back of her neck with my tongue.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her vaginal walls were as hot as fire as she said, and began to wriggle violently, squeezing my cock.

Waves of intense stimulation kept hitting my lower body, and I began to twitch.

At first my movements were very gentle and slow, giving my sister's newly broken pussy time to adapt. My sister's frown finally relaxed and she began to moan, getting louder and louder as I thrusted in and out.

"Hurry up...oh...hurry up...brother...oh...oh...the faster you fuck me, the less pain it will cause me...oh...oh...okay...faster...brother..."

I had no intention of speeding up because this was our first time and I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly. I still wanted to savor the beauty of my sister's body.

But sex is a matter between two people, and my sister has the right to make her demands, so I started to speed up my thrusting.

Five minutes later, my sister's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Oh... this is so wonderful... oh... brother... I'm coming... hurry up... brother... fuck my cunt hard... oh... let me cum..."

At this moment, except my sister, I had no other thoughts in my mind. I just wanted my sister to enjoy the most beautiful moment of her life in our first time. I couldn't let my sister down, so I had to be patient, even though I was on the verge of eruption.

I fought against my will, and I wanted to hold on until my sister reached orgasm.

I gritted my teeth and thrust harder, my movements becoming more and more violent.

When I pull back my cock, my sister's body will be lifted off the bed, and then I will thrust it down hard, knocking my sister heavily onto the bed.

After repeating this for a few minutes, my sister's thighs began to tremble violently, the secretion of her vaginal wall suddenly increased, and it contracted sharply. I knew that my most difficult moment was over.

"How's that, sis?" I asked, panting. "Did my sweet little sister like the feeling of having her pussy fucked for the first time?"

"Oh!... It's so great... I love it!" She screamed, "Brother, give me more..."

I fucked my sister's narrow and tight vagina even harder, and the wriggling of her vaginal walls eventually turned into a violent earthquake.

This time, I couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Do you want me to cum outside?"

"Um?"

"I said, I'm going to cum!" I said loudly, "Do you want me to cum outside your vagina?"

My sister understood and immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and said firmly, "No!!!"

"But...?"

She pressed her body against mine and whispered in my ear, "My safe period has passed. I want a baby. Brother, husband, give me a baby."

Although her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, my sister's words were more stimulating than all the most obscene words, and they brought both of us to orgasm in an instant.

I heard the most seductive words in the world, and my cock couldn't contain the radiating pleasure and finally erupted. I inserted my penis deeply into my sister's body, reaching her uterus, and then I indulged in shooting all my life essence into her sweet cervix, fantasizing about my thousands of sperms swimming in her uterus, forming the crystallization of love with her eggs.

Oh, I'm just dying of joy.

My sister's vaginal walls contracted, tightly wrapping around my continuously ejaculating cock, as if she wanted to bite it off and keep it inside her body forever.

My sister's body was extremely spasmodic, her muscles were tense, her pretty face was flushed, her hands unconsciously pinched my shoulders, her tall breasts were grinding against my chest frantically, and her lower body was tightly pressed against me, rapidly moving in and out, her inner wall twitching periodically, loosening and tightening, completely accepting everything the cock sent out, without leaking a drop.

When everything was over, our consciousness gradually returned.

My sister put a pillow on her buttocks, then gently caressed me as I collapsed on her, kissed my shoulders lightly, and calmed her breathing.

"Mom's marriage manual says this will increase the chances of conception." She kissed me and said, "I won't restrict your movements or force you to stay with me unless you want me to, brother. You said you wanted to marry me, and I assume you meant to start a family."

"Of course," I told her, "but you can refuse me until you have a baby."

"Can unmarried people have children?"

"Well, I don't know how many brother-sister couples there are in the world," I said, "so I'm not sure they would do the same thing as us. We have to be careful unless we can leave this place immediately. Now it's just you and me living in this big house. If you suddenly get pregnant, it will be more surprising than any scientific discovery."

"I can't think about it any more," she said. "You're going to be a father by the end of the year anyway."

Then she smiled again and said, "That was perfect, it was wonderful, I'm so glad that our first time was on Mom and Dad's bed, in this home that we love so much. What do you think, brother?"

"Just one regret," I said.

Then I told her about the first dream we had when I was a child. At that time, I dreamed that we could be on the romantic beach at dusk with sunset, letting the sea water wash over our tightly connected bodies, completely forgetting everything in the world, and freely combining freely in the embrace of nature.

My sister giggled when she heard it, but she seemed very fascinated.

"You should have told me earlier." She said with some resentment, "I can wait."

"Don't be silly." I said, "That was just my ridiculous dream. I know you want to have our first time here, in mom and dad's bed. I love you so much that I won't deny you. As for my dream, we will always have a chance in the future."

"It's a pity that it wasn't our first time." As she spoke, tears suddenly flowed down her face. "Brother really hoped that our first time would be on the beach. That has been brother's dream for many years. One day I will find a way to repay brother."

In the next few days, we were making various arrangements and plans. We would sell the house, take back all the insurance from my parents, and then leave this place where I grew up and was full of happiness and pain. We want to find a new place out in the world where we can settle down and start a family that truly belongs to the two of us.

After that, I ran around and met up with some old friends to get me new identification documents, mainly our birth certificates, so that we could apply for social security and driver's licenses. I also asked for a fake military service certificate to avoid having to serve in the army for a few more years.

In the evening, when I returned home, my sister was waiting for me at the door. She was naked except for a charming smile on her face. I picked her up and laid her on the soft grass under the old oak tree in the yard and started fucking her right there and then, as usual, I made her completely submissive.

But my sister seemed unsatisfied.

"Brother, we have done it on our parents' bed, on the sofa, in the bathtub, in the kitchen, and in the yard, but when can I suck your big cock with my mouth?"

"Well, tell me first, do you really want to do this, or do you have to do this to please me?"

She giggled and said, "Mom's diary said you are good at using your mouth. I want to try it too."

She lowered her head and licked my soft cock like eating ice cream, which soon made me hard again. When I had fully regained my hardness, she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock completely, then began to stroke it up and down vigorously.

"Oh, sister," I moaned, "you're doing great, brother cheers you on."

There were gurgling sounds coming from my sister's throat. My cock was thick and long, but it seemed that my sister was licking it very vigorously. Her tongue kept rolling on my cock, and the tip of her tongue would tease my sperm mouth from time to time. As a result, in less than five minutes, I ejaculated in my sister's mouth.

The next position "69" came naturally. My tongue violently attacked my sister's wet pussy, and my cock was inserted in her cute little mouth. My sister obviously liked this very much.

That night, we satisfied each other with our mouths several times.

Soon, everything fell into place.

We had new names and new identification, the house was sold, and our parents' insurance left us with a considerable amount of savings. The only thing that was worrying was what to do with our family's belongings.

I kept my mother's diary, my sister kept my parents' bed, and packed some of her own clothes.

My sister was just like my mom and I did on our honeymoon, walking around the house naked all day. Of course, I also appreciate such beautiful scenery, at least it can make all my worries disappear. My sister only wears some clothes when people come over, but they are just sweatpants, a sweatshirt and sandals.

Fortunately, there is no one living around our house, so she can still do this. But our new home will probably be in the city, and then it will be hard for her to be so casual.

I keep my mother's diary only because I regard it as the only connection between me and my mother, and I still have a lot to say to her. If I remembered anything I would write a note next to her diary.

Through journaling, I can vent all my unhappiness and pain.

I turned to the page I had marked where Mom commented on my improving lovemaking skills. I wrote on it what I wanted to say to my mother, telling her that everything she taught me I was now using on her daughter.

The last volume of my mother's diary tells her opinion on her sister's discovery of her diary. I can understand my mother's pain and confusion. What shocked me most was her last words: "Now I understand that Rose really loves him. I hope they can be together forever and live happily forever. Unfortunately, the world will not allow such a relationship to exist. Oh, my poor child."

I decided to start recording all the experiences my sister and I would have in our later lives on the back of this page. I wanted to tell my mother that I had found a way, even though it came at a huge cost.

I told my mother that even though I loved my sister so much, I would be willing to give up this love if there was any way to bring them back to the world. I think my sister must think the same way.

I promised my mother that I would take good care of my sister and we would never forget her.

About three months after my sister and I had sex, I was writing about our experiences in my mother's diary as usual. I came across the part where my mother once thought I was incapable of conceiving. This question had troubled me for some time, but now I could finally answer it.

"Dear mother - now you don't have to worry about your son's infertility, because I made my sister pregnant. The reason why you and I failed to conceive is that we are not suitable for each other, I think."

One day at dinner, my sister told me she wanted to eat some sauerkraut and ice cream. I was shocked and said, "Who in the world would eat these things?"

"Pregnant woman." she said softly.

After a while, I finally understood: "You mean we...we...are pregnant?"

"Yes, brother, I am pregnant. It's your child."

I quickly ran across the table, knelt before her, kissed her hand and said, "Now we have everything, except a registration certificate. We will leave here and get married officially. Oh, how much I love you now, do you know, sister?"

My sister came up with a good idea, which is also practical.

She said, "We will leave here in a week. Once I become my brother's legal wife, I don't want to come back here. If we still live here, I will go to jail."

"But if others notice..." I felt a little embarrassed.

"Brother, why are you so confused? I've only been pregnant for six weeks. We still have plenty of time before others can notice it."

"But," she added, "right now, I just want to celebrate in bed. Brother, you wouldn't mind sleeping with a pregnant woman, right?"

"How come?" I quickly confessed, "I can't imagine a pregnant woman who could be sexier and more attractive than you."

We partied all night that night, condensing all our love, passion and feelings. I will always remember this day and the fact that I made my sister pregnant. I will treasure it deep in my memory forever.

A week later, we went to Lino to complete the marriage procedures and officially became husband and wife.

We stayed there for a week and had a great honeymoon.

After that, we drove north and finally found a place to stay in Idaho.

It is a beautiful city with great scenery and great fishing and hunting.

I easily found a job as a local auto repairman and lived a good life.

Of course, our sex life was crazy, and to be honest, having sex with a pregnant woman was simply amazing. Looking at the growing belly and darkening nipples, my desire rises uncontrollably. Especially when you are making love and feel the restless beating of the baby in your belly, it can definitely stimulate all your nerves and give you a thrilling pleasure.

A month later, my first daughter was born and I named her Ashari. When I held my newborn daughter in my arms for the first time, the feeling was indescribable. I want to give her all my love, everything I have and all the most beautiful things in the world. She is my daughter, my baby, and I can give up everything for her.

Oh, I will never forget all the love I felt that day.

That night, I recorded my feelings in my mother's journal and told her that she had a granddaughter who was as beautiful and lovely as she was.

I never told my sister about my journal, but she apparently found out.

I found my sister's handwriting underneath the page where I documented her pregnancy.

"Dear mother──Don't just listen to my brother's nonsense, there's me too. 'We' are pregnant!"

Watching my sister's mischief, I could only smile bitterly and write down Asari's birthday and some of her characteristics. I think my mother will find these very interesting.

Due to the doctor's advice, we started having sex again two months after my sister gave birth. My sister is a little worried that having a child will affect her attraction to me. But I soon proved with my actions that my love for her remained unchanged, even stronger than before.

Her breasts have become much bigger, and I like to compete with my daughter for her milk. I like sucking my sister's breasts and savoring the sweet taste. This may be related to the fact that I rarely had the opportunity to drink my mother's milk when I was a child.

I love having her clamp my cock between her big breasts, smearing the squeezed milk on her breasts, and then licking it with my tongue. We were all mesmerized by this extremely erotic lovemaking.

Ashari grew up healthy and happy, and four years later, our second daughter, Christie, was born. But this time we encountered misfortune and my sister had a difficult birth. After delivery, the doctor told me that if my wife gave birth again, her life would be in danger and recommended that I give her a sterilization operation.

The younger sister was sad because she wanted to have more children like her mother. I comforted her and said that I couldn't lose her. We already had two lovely daughters and there was no need to take unnecessary risks.

Now, my sister and I have a happy family with two lively and lovely daughters, a dog, and of course our love.

If anyone was lucky enough to see the two of us making crazy sex in bed, who would have thought that we were siblings?

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Chapter 3 Memories of the Beach

(superior)

If this is an ancient Greek tragedy, I have to say that our peaceful and harmonious life was disrupted by some sudden events.

It wasn't a big deal, except that when Ashari was ten and Christie was six, our family moved back to California.

Fate always likes to play tricks on people, and life is always spent in reincarnation.

Ten years ago, in order to legally marry my beloved sister, we had to leave our beloved home. Ten years later, our family had to move back to the old place, but this time we brought back two lovely daughters.

We all loved our home in Idaho, but we had to leave because some neo-Nazi extremists came to Idaho. As long as these extreme fanatics are around, trouble will come sooner or later.

Of course, we didn't go back to where we originally lived, but instead found a new place to live near the coastline and settled down there.

The days passed in peace and I felt that our life was very happy and did not need any new excitement. I think my sister, my wife, must feel the same way.

However, when my eldest daughter Ashali was fifteen years old, life began a new cycle, but this time the protagonists were not my mother and sister, but my two daughters.

One afternoon, I was having a sweet dream in my hammock when my sister suddenly came over and woke me up.

"It's a nice day today," she said. "The seashore will be even more beautiful at sunset. But why don't you take Sally (the nickname of the eldest daughter) for a walk on the beach? I remember a long time ago, didn't you have a dream? I think now is the time for her to realize your dream."

"Hmm?" I was a little confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember? I asked her to wear underwear, a bra, jeans, and a loose top just as you imagined. I thought her silhouette must be beautiful in the afterglow of the sunset."

"Sister, what do you mean by this?" I was still confused.

"Look at your memory. A long time ago, didn't you tell me that you wanted to take my virginity on the sunset beach? I also said that one day I would let you realize your dream. However, the person who realizes your dream now is not me, but your daughter Asari. She replaced me."

I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that my sister had caused my dream to fail because she wanted to satisfy her own demands. It seemed that she had always felt guilty and wanted to make up for her "fault". There was nothing wrong with this, and I liked it very much. But I didn't expect that her daughter would become a victim.

Originally, it was already very abnormal for a brother to marry his sister, but if I also involved my own daughter, I would not be a human being.

I stammered my objection to this arrangement.

At this time, Ashari came out from nowhere, hugged me from behind, and whispered in my ear: "Come on, Daddy, you have already fucked your mother and your sister, but don't tell me you want to draw a line between you and your daughter."

"That's what I was going to say," I said. "It's not right to have sex with your daughter. Besides, you're just a child."

"Dad, I'm older than you and your mom were when they had sex," she said with a smile.

"How can you compare?" I said firmly. "It's different for boys. As I said, I want to draw a line between myself and my daughter in this regard."

"Well," the sister said, "don't fuck your daughter, fuck your niece."

"W…w…what?" I stuttered again.

"Sally is your niece," the sister continued, "and because I am your sister, my daughter is your niece. Is that okay?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Oh, it seems some things are unavoidable.

I turned to my daughter and said, "Sally, what do you think? I want to know if this is what you really think, or if it's what your mother wants you to do."

She leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss that I still remember all these years later.

"That's what I wanted, Dad. I read grandma's diary and saw everything about you, grandma and mom. I thought incest was a great idea. Just like you calling mom 'sister', it's really interesting and exciting to think about it."

Maybe it was a foolish thing for me to keep my mother's diary.

I asked my daughter to get the camping gear and sleeping bags ready and loaded into the car, then I turned to my slightly crazy sister/wife.

"I think you know I don't have time to go to town to buy condoms, right?"

My sister smiled and said, "Of course, that's why I didn't tell you until now."

"Listen, this is dangerous. What if I get my daughter pregnant? She is the product of our incest, and I'm worried that if we have a child..."

"Don't let her down," my sister smiled even sweeter, "Sally has been thinking about her baby's name for a week."

This time I was really shocked.

My sister suddenly hugged me, but it was not a lover's hug, but a motherly hug of comfort.

"Don't worry, dear, it's all right," she tried to comfort me. "I've heard many reports that children born of incest are deformed, but our Sally is not like that. They are both healthy, absolutely healthy."

“Maybe,” I said, somewhat dismissively, “but they are only the first generation. Maybe we are just lucky.”

"Listen," my sister said, a little annoyed, "there's nothing wrong with you and me, so there's nothing wrong with our baby. I just don't see how your baby with Sally could be a monster."

Then she played her final trump card.

"I know you've always wanted a son, and so have I. Please, brother, let me have a grandson."

My sister is right, I really want a son. Maybe it’s my chauvinism that’s at work, but I really want a son.

While I was hesitating, my sister started crying. Although her voice was very soft, her eyes were full of tears, which made me feel heartbroken.

I felt like a complete asshole.

For fifteen years, I have carefully protected my sister and prevented her from suffering any injustice, but now I made her cry for the first time.

I just hate myself.

Well, I'll go along with her crazy plan if it'll make her happy, no matter how crazy it is.

The road to the beach I was going to was very long. That place was close to my hometown. It was a very small bay with beautiful scenery, but few people came here. If my daughter and I had sex here, we didn't have to worry about anyone finding out. This was also the main reason why I chose that place.

On the way, I kept talking to my daughter. I wanted to dispel some of her doubts because she was afraid that I would treat her roughly, but for me, once I decided to have sex with my daughter, I would do it seriously.

In fact, she was a very lovely girl, very beautiful and well-developed, especially a pair of plump and firm breasts inherited from her grandmother and mother. With red hair and hazel eyes, she was full of youth and health.

If she were not my daughter, I would be extremely willing to have sex with her.

I decided to skip the prank that my mother had played on me and that I was playing on my sister, because my daughter seemed to be very aware of our relationship and what it meant to have sex with her.

We talked about her studies, her favorite movies, her favorite songs, her favorite books, almost everything except sex.

Later, I asked her, "Tell me, Dad, when was the first time you heard the word incest? Because your mom and I never discussed this topic at the dinner table."

"Oh, uncle, daddy," she said, "children usually don't learn about sex from their parents. One of my friends told me that she really wanted to have sex with her daddy, but she didn't dare because it was incest."

“It was the first time I heard the word and I had no idea what it meant and my teacher hadn’t told me, so I looked it up in the dictionary and then asked my mom,” she continued. “I asked my mom why people couldn’t have incest and she said I should read my grandmother’s diary.”

Oh, damn!

I was wondering how my mother's diary, which I had kept carefully, had fallen into the hands of my own daughter. It turned out that it was my lovely and cunning sister who was sabotaging me behind my back.

It is conceivable that when a daughter sees that her family has a history of incest for at least two generations, it is not surprising that she wants to have sex with her father.

"Dad, do you think we are forcing you? I don't want you to have such thoughts. If you don't like your daughter like this, I can give up."

Oh, now I really like my daughter a little bit. At least she knows how to care about me as her father.

In fact, it would be a lie to say that you don't want to have sex with your daughter.

My daughter is so young, beautiful and energetic. She reminds me of my younger sister when she was young. Of course, what excites me even more is that I can have sex with all the women of three generations in my family. It's exciting just thinking about it.

"I'm just worried about hurting you, baby." I assured her, "Dad is of course very interested in having sex with his own baby girl. Originally, Dad didn't want to touch you, but now I know you are very interested in Dad, and your mother doesn't object to me doing this. Now, Dad is going to teach you the most important lesson in life. Dad wants to teach you what sex between men and women is. I hope your future husband won't come to your dad to settle the score, because this is all your mother's fault."

Finally, we drove to the beach.

As I expected, there was no one here (people nearby call this place the "Lost Beach" because there is no one around).

We arrived at just the right time, when the sun was setting.

We unpacked, prepared our sleeping bags, and started kissing each other.

But, to be honest, as a father, I love my daughter very much, but as a love between a man and a woman, I don't think it is possible between us. Because my love has been completely given to my sister, when I make love with my sister, it is a fusion of soul and body, but now when I make love with my daughter, it is purely sex.

The setting sun had completely sunk below the sea level, and the sunset glowed the entire sky red. I slowly took off my daughter's clothes.

She was standing on a sand dune, leaning sideways, bathing in the beautiful sunset glow. She looked so beautiful that it brought back my childhood dreams.

Oh, my dream is going to come true soon.

I got excited.

I picked up my naked daughter, walked to the sleeping bag, laid her flat on it, then quickly took off my clothes and held her naked, petite body tightly in my arms.

I sucked her cute small breasts and reached my fingers under her, testing her delicate virgin land and inserting my fingers into it.

Um?

I was a little surprised because I didn't find the existence of the hymen. It seemed that my dream would be shattered after all.

I can't help but sigh that today's junior high school students are so open-minded. They already understand the joy of love between men and women at a young age. But I am also a little angry. Which bastard got there before me and stole my daughter's first time that should have belonged to me.

My daughter seemed to understand how I felt.

"I used candles, Dad. Don't be angry, you are my first man, I promise that until I give birth to Dad's child, Dad is my only man."

So that's how it is. It seems my daughter cannot experience the pain of losing her virginity.

My tongue started from her breasts and licked all the way down to her vagina.

Her vagina was very similar to her mother's, but it secreted more juice, and her flow was so heavy that I didn't have time to lick it clean, and a large area of ​​the sleeping bag was wet.

It should be pointed out that I did not engage in the necessary flirting before sex, but she was already wet.

As I said, she has no hymen. Her hymen has long been sacrificed to the Christmas candle, so I don't need to be gentle with her, even though my cock is much bigger than the Christmas candle.

Of course, I admit that having sex with my fifteen-year-old daughter is exciting, but in many ways, having sex with my sister is probably more pleasurable.

Because first of all, we truly love each other, our love has reached a very high spiritual level, it is no longer just the combination of penis and vagina.

And, what I like most is my sister's breasts.

Asari's breasts were not small though, especially for her age. And her breasts are firm and elastic, something she is as proud of as her youth.

Unfortunately, what I like are the breasts of truly mature women. Although youth is enviable, young breasts cannot necessarily give me more stimulation than those of my mother and sister.

Perhaps her breasts would become more attractive when they were able to secrete juice and her nipples would be sucked by a baby.

Our process was very programmed, but the pleasure of incest still gave me a strong stimulation.

We kept changing positions, first I was on top, then we changed to doggy style.

When it was Asari on top it gave me some excitement because I liked watching her breasts bounce as her body moved.

I like the feeling of stroking my daughter's breasts with my hands while I stroke my cock.

I placed my hands on each breast, and at first I just pressed them, letting them shake in my palms as my body rose and fell, and then I began to squeeze and rub them hard.

Such an attack made Asari very excited, and she moaned one after another.

Seeing that the time was almost right, I turned over and pressed her under me, and started the final sprint.

My cock was as hard as an iron rod, and it was moving in and out like an oil drill faster and faster. I was determined to make her reach a real orgasm and then give her all my stock.

As my thrusts became more and more intense, Ashari soon reached her climax and she wrapped herself around me like an octopus.

"Oh... I'm coming... Uncle... Oh... Daddy... Cum inside... I want a baby... My and Daddy's baby... Cum inside... Daddy... Come on... Cum for me... Cum for your daughter... Um... Give it to me..."

Oh, I can't let my daughter down.

My semen spurted out and all poured into the deep of my daughter's vagina.

I felt extremely satisfied when I cleared out all the stock.

"Let Dad be a father again and hold a grandson." I whispered in her ear, "Good daughter, give Dad a son. Maybe one day you can have sex with your son, who is also your brother."

We were lying on the beach, and as I held her in my arms, an evil thought suddenly came into my mind.

Just as my daughter said, incest really has a kind of evil and eternal charm. Perhaps in ancient times when incest was commonplace, people did not think it was any different from eating and sleeping. However, due to the rise of so-called modern civilization, incest has become illegal in many places, but this has instead increased the excitement and sense of rebellion of incest.

Just like our family, when I had sex with my mother, I was still an ignorant child. All I felt at that time was the pleasure of sex. Only when I grew up did I recall a trace of shame of incest from my memories. Perhaps at that time, only my mother truly felt the excitement of incest.

As for my sister and I, to be honest, if I hadn't liked to call my sister "brother" or "sister" when we were having sex, I would hardly think that we were committing incest.

Now it's my daughter's turn. I feel the joy of betraying morality. I don't know what my daughter thinks about incest.

"What do you think, honey? Are you going to sleep with my grandson someday, just like your grandma and I do?"

"I don't know, Dad," she said. "Right now I don't think so. I would love to have sex with Dad and even get pregnant with Dad's child, but I don't want to have sex with my own sons. For one thing, they are not you, and I have no interest in having sex with other men right now. Also, once I get married, I will be loyal to my husband and will not let my son have sex with me."

"Suppose your husband suddenly died, what would you do?"

"If that were the case, I might sleep with my son, or come back to be with you, Dad," she said firmly, "but I won't do that as long as my husband lives."

She was only fifteen, but very realistic.

She set a pretty high standard for herself and her future husband.

I really hope she can find such a man.

But if that man hurt her, I would kill that bastard.

"It's getting cold," I said. "Come on, my dear daughter, let's do it again and then go home."

"What's wrong, Dad?" She giggled, "Is it true that Dad can only last twice?"

"Of course I can fuck you till you scream for help, you little rascal," I spanked her gently, "and I'm going to save some for your mom, if it weren't for her, we wouldn't be here."

After that, whenever the Asari and I needed it, we would have a party. But she didn't dare go to bed with me and my sister, because my sister was actually jealous of my daughter. If she really dared to climb into our bed, I'm sure my sister would dig out her eyes.

Of course I won't neglect my daughter, we come here maybe two or three times a week.

I taught her various ways of having sex, and she especially liked anal sex, which made me very happy, because although my sister didn't object to me entering her anus, she obviously didn't like it. Now, I have a daughter who can satisfy me.

Six months later, Ashari asked me to take her to the beach again.

We rushed to the beach before sunset. Ashari stood on the sand dune, facing the blood-red sunset, took off her clothes one by one, and then used her breasts, buttocks, mouth and vagina to satisfy my lustful father.

"This is an important time for me, Dad," she said. "My period hasn't happened for three months."

She walked towards me and placed my hand on her belly.

"What are you going to name him?"

"Richard," I said, "that's my father's name."

She also placed her other hand on her slightly swollen belly and said, "Richard, this is your father and mother."

I kissed her belly and said, "My son, Daddy loves you very much."

That night, I rediscovered the joy of having sex with pregnant women and we spent a wild and lustful night on the beach.

When I got home, I told my sister the news of Ashali's pregnancy, hoping to give her a surprise, but I didn't expect that she already knew about it.

We pretended to arrange for Ashari to study abroad in France for a year, but in fact we put her up in a room we rented in Oregon.

This way, Ashari's reputation can be protected from damage, and we can also visit her more often.

In fact, my sister and I take turns to accompany her every day, and on weekends, we get together as a family.

During those days, I had a rare chance to rest. You know, it is very tiring to deal with two ferocious women every day.

When it was my sister's turn to accompany Asari, I actually felt a sense of relief.

Because although my sister is usually very dignified, she becomes a different person in bed, passionate and insatiable, and my daughter Asali is simply a slut. No matter how good my body is, it will be dragged down if I have to deal with two people at the same time every day.

The reason I asked my sister to accompany my daughter was actually because I wanted to get away for a while and give myself some rest.

Of course, everyone won't forget that I have a little daughter, Christie.

One evening, a week after Ashari announced her pregnancy, my youngest daughter, Christy, then ten, walked into my study.

"Mommy said you should take me to the beach tonight, Daddy. Shall we go? I want to see the shells and sea urchins."

It would be nice to go to the beach to pick up some shells and look at the sea. When I was thinking this, Christie added another sentence.

"You're going to teach me how to make a baby, Daddy, just like you and sister did."

Oh my god!

How can this be!

"Rose, come here right now, hurry up," I yelled.

It seems that my sister has gone a little crazy. She even dares to give me such an idea.

"Don't pretend you don't want to do this, or that you don't like it." My sister came in. "Why did you say no this time? Is she any different from Sally?"

This time I found a reason to refute it.

"She's only a ten-year-old."

My sister obviously expected me to say that. She walked up to me and whispered, "Last week when you and Sally went to the beach, I slept with Christy. She is hairless."

No hair? ! ! !

My cock suddenly swelled up and my thoughts flew back to my elementary school days. The innocent sexual games of my childhood came to my mind.

Oh, I know where to put my cock.

I told Christie to put on her swimsuit and sleeping bag and meet me in the car.

"Oh, that's great." She clapped her hands happily.

"How much does she know?" I asked.

"She doesn't know anything. I just told her that you will teach her everything, everything about how to have a baby. She really doesn't know anything. You have to teach her well and fulfill your responsibilities as a father."

Then she looked me in the eye for a long moment before she said, "Let her fall like us."

If we look at it from the perspective of incest, my sister and I have a rather monotonous sex life. Our way of making love is limited to very traditional sexual intercourse and oral sex, which is completely opposite to the anti-traditional nature of incest. There is absolutely no modern popular bondage or SM.

Although I achieve spiritual and physical satisfaction every time I have sex with her, it always lacks stimulation.

Now, I realize that my sister is indeed a bit mentally perverted. Although her own actions are very conservative, she is very happy to see her two pure daughters being transformed into two sluts by me.

Unlike her wild and extrovert sister, Christie is lonely by nature, naturally shy, very homely and has no friends.

While the asari already knew how to masturbate, Christie had no idea about it.

I'm a little at a loss as to how my youngest daughter, Christy, and I will spend this evening.

I wonder how she will react when I put my tongue in her mouth while kissing her?

Will she bite me?

Does she have sexual desire at such a young age?

Will she feel it and get wet when I touch her vagina?

I don’t know any of these.

But I wonder what her childish pussy tastes like.

So does the fact that she is young and a virgin give me a stronger stimulation than her mother and sister?

Her breasts are very undeveloped, will it get hard when I lick her nipple?

Will she be excited?

I decided we should start with the mouth first. I wanted to see how much of my thick cock could fit into my daughter's small mouth.

It might be necessary for me to take some tough measures, just like I did with my classmates when I was a child.

I will teach her some necessary pornographic words and explain each step to her in detail until my cock breaks her hymen.

Oh, no, my thoughts are too perverted. Incest is bad enough, but now I even want to rape young girls.

I can't do this, I can't ruin the purity of my innocent and lovely little daughter.

But then I asked myself: "A long time ago, didn't I think about playing with my daughter one day? Didn't I want to give them my best? My best thing is of course my hot sperm. I should ejaculate my sperm into her mouth and body. This is the love of a father for his daughter. I can't stop."

I have decided. I will not stop my actions, but I must ensure that I do not hurt my daughter. I will be gentle!

This is the only thing I can guarantee.

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(Down)

This time, we arrived at the beach earlier than the previous times. The sun had not yet set, but there was still no one around.

The fresh sea breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of coolness.

Early autumn has arrived.

Maybe after a while, it will no longer be suitable for travelers to walk on the beach.

Of course, only those with ulterior motives, such as those who want to rape their own daughters, would come to this deserted beach at this time.

I knew there was a cave nearby that I had discovered during my previous visits, and I planned to use it as a love nest for my daughter and me tonight.

Christie seemed very happy to see the sea for the first time. After getting my permission, she jumped to the beach to pick up shells, while I started to collect dry firewood and started a fire.

When night fell, I called my playful daughter back.

If you look at it from a bystander's perspective, this is truly a pastoral and romantic scene.

A loving father and an innocent and lively daughter are in a cave with a glowing bonfire, looking at the beach outside the cave at dusk, listening to the rustling sound of sand in the sea breeze, and savoring the sumptuous picnic they have prepared.

Oh, how can this make people think of something else that is against moral principles?

After eating, Christie and I sat by the campfire. The blazing flames illuminated the entire cave and warmed the air around it.

I held Christie gently in my arms, but not too tightly. I wanted her to feel my love and the sense of security I brought her.

The sun had already set on the distant horizon, and the blood-red sunset illuminated most of the sky. Red flames flashed on the rippling sea. In the afterglow of the setting sun, everything between heaven and earth seemed to have changed color.

I also became gentle, caressing my daughter's soft and beautiful hair lovingly with my hands, and gently kissing her face and forehead, which were as white as white jade.

"Everything here is so beautiful, Dad," the daughter was obviously mesmerized by the beautiful scenery of the seaside, "How long can we stay here?"

"You can stay as long as you want, baby," I replied.

After sorting out my thoughts, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down completely.

"But, I remember you had some questions for daddy, right? For example, about the baby."

My daughter suddenly became excited and looked up at me.

"Yes, Dad, is my sister going to have a baby? How did her baby come from? Her friend Judy is older than her, but why doesn't she have a baby?"

"Listen to me, honey, Sally got the baby because Daddy fucked her, made love with her, and then she got pregnant and had the baby."

I knew she wouldn't understand if I said that, so I decided to go with my plan. I would let her ask the question herself, and then I would answer her.

Perhaps, she had no idea that she was being seduced by her own father.

"What is pregnancy, Dad?" the daughter asked curiously.

Okay, that’s the first question.

"Well, let's put it this way. When a girl has a baby in her belly and is about to be born, it's called pregnancy."

But the next question obviously embarrassed Christie, so she hesitated for a long time before she spoke it out, and her voice was so soft that I could hardly hear it.

"So, what is 'fuck', Dad? Isn't that an insult?"

"Yes, if you use it as an insult, it's an insult, but if you use it in other ways, it means something very wonderful. 'Fuck' means Daddy puts his big cock (penis) in Sally's little pussy (cunt) and cums inside it."

My daughter blinked her eyes, looking confused. It was obvious that these words were too difficult for a little girl under the age of eleven. She neither knew nor understood the meaning of these words.

Of course, she didn't notice that I, as her father, was caressing her slightly bulging breasts and soft thighs in a lyrical and comfortable manner.

"Daddy, I don't understand what you're saying. What is Daddy's 'big cock'? And Sally doesn't have any kittens, how do you put your 'big cock' in there? And, um, then, what is ejaculation? Do you have to put something in a place?"

"Yes," I said, smiling, "a very wonderful place."

"Dad, you've confused me."

"Okay, baby, let's not talk about this anymore. Let Daddy explain it to you in detail. Daddy's 'big cock' is...well, it's this...never mind, it's better for you to see it with your own eyes."

Everything went according to my plan. When I took off my pants, my daughter did not show any surprise. Instead, she looked at the pillar between my legs with great interest, as if she had suddenly discovered some new treasure.

Of course, thinking about leading my daughter into me, my cock had already become erect and stood straight up at 90 degrees, but my daughter obviously didn't realize what this meant, and of course it was impossible for her to know that I would soon be forcing this thick, hard and long thing of mine into her poor virgin body.

"See, this is Daddy's 'big cock'. You can call it a penis, a big cock or whatever. Daddy uses it to make girls have babies. Daddy first used it to make your mother give birth to you and Sally, and then used it to make your sister pregnant. All Daddy needs to do is put it in your 'kitty'. Oh, it's just a name, it's not a real cat, it's just something that all girls have, and you have it too, baby."

"Me too, Dad?"

"Yes, it is... um, but if you are still wearing this swimsuit, Daddy can't show it to you, can you take it off first?"

"Okay, Dad."

My daughter was so innocent that she didn't doubt her father at all. Of course, in her simple mind, she didn't even have the concept of sex, let alone what it meant for a woman to be naked in front of a man with a big penis, even though I was her father and she was still a child.

In just a few seconds, Christie had taken off her swimsuit, revealing her delicate and tender body as a little girl, and she snuggled in my arms like a spoiled child.

To be honest, I don't mind if my daughter's breasts are fully developed. In fact, for Christie, this is simply impossible.

Her breasts were as open as her head, but her small, pointed, pink nipples attracted me deeply. In our family, all women have small nipples, and the color is always an attractive pink. This is true for my mother, my sister, my eldest daughter Ashley, and my youngest daughter Christie.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked my little daughter's tender and sensitive nipples. My daughter's body responded immediately. Her nipples soon became hard under my experienced teasing, and her petite body couldn't help but tremble.

"Mmm... so comfortable... Daddy... my daughter likes it so much... Mmm... itchy... so itchy... Mmm... Daddy... what... what is this feeling... Mmm... lick... lick my daughter's little breasts..."

I continued to tease my daughter's sensitive nipples with the tip of my tongue. When she was so itchy that she kept moaning in my arms, I pressed my palm under her lower abdomen.

My sister was right. My little daughter's private parts were completely hairless and very smooth and comfortable to the touch.

Her female vagina was just like her, completely undeveloped, like an unripe fruit, only slightly protruding upwards, and the narrow crack on it was tightly glued together, making it seem unlikely to completely accommodate my big rod.

I caressed my daughter's soft and delicate vagina lovingly, rubbing it gently with my palm.

"This is your pussy, baby," I said, spreading her tight labia and sliding my pinky finger inside. "And this cute little hole is your 'kitty'."

I began to gently move my little finger in and out of my daughter's narrow vagina, making circles from time to time, letting my fingertips slide across her soft vaginal walls, carefully stretching her tender hole.

"All fathers put their big cocks in women's little holes and cum inside them so that babies can be born," I explained. "Of course, all the dads and moms in the world do this most of the time just to make each other happy, but sometimes they have to do it when they want to have a child."

Suddenly, Christie started sobbing quietly.

Oh, did I hurt her?

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked with concern.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried, sobbing, "my daughter...my daughter may never become a mother!"

"Why, what's wrong with you, baby?"

"I have a problem with my vagina. It has been bleeding lately."

This is a truly unexpected finding, but it is also a dangerous signal.

My daughter is only ten years old, but she has already started menstruating!

And I thought as usual, I didn't wear a condom at all. In fact, I never wear that cumbersome thing.

Of course, I knew what this meant, but no matter what, I had to comfort my daughter first.

"Do you bleed every day?" I asked, pretending not to know what was going on. "But I don't see you bleeding now."

"Oh, no, Daddy, it doesn't bleed every day, just every once in a while."

"So how often do you come?"

"It happens every month since the school started." She sobbed sadly.

It turns out that Christie has had her period for three consecutive months.

"Have you told mom?" I asked. I knew my sister cared about her daughter. If she knew that her daughter had her period, she would definitely tell her what happened.

"Not yet, Daddy, I'm afraid to tell Mommy," the daughter responded. "Dad, am I going to die?"

"Don't worry, baby," I held her tightly in my arms and whispered in her ear, "This is a sign that you have grown up. You are already a real woman. You don't have to worry about not being able to be a mother. Daddy promises that you will become a real mother soon. The bleeding is just telling you that you are ready to give birth to a baby."

I paused, then asked, "When was the last time you bled?"

My daughter tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "About two weeks ago."

That’s great, the timing was so well coordinated, and this time, I’m absolutely sure she can really give birth to a baby.

After my explanation, my daughter felt relieved and seemed much calmer.

"So, what is cumming, Daddy? How do you do it?"

"Well, I just said that Daddy will put his big cock in your little hole and then pump it back and forth until the end, and then it will cum."

"Let Daddy show you how to do it," I took my daughter's hand and asked her to hold my erect penis. "Yes, grab Daddy's big cock and move your hand up and down."

So, my daughter obediently used her hands to play with my hot cock.

However, I don't want to waste my precious semen in the air. I just want to make her interested in my cock so as to facilitate the next step.

I let her rub my cock for a while and then stopped her.

"You can't make Daddy satisfied like this, baby. Daddy's big cock is very delicate. It needs gentle and considerate care. Your hands are too dry. Daddy is not very comfortable."

I feel really embarrassed to lie in front of my child. Actually, my daughter's little hands are chubby, warm and soft, and it feels very good to stroke my cock, but I want to take the next step.

"A girl's little hole is very warm and moist, and it's the best place for Daddy's big cock," I coaxed, "But, let's try it in your mouth first, okay? It's similar to your little hole, and Daddy can cum there, too."

My daughter lowered her head trustingly and took my glans into her thin, soft lips.

"Oh, my dear girl, that's it, you did a great job!" I encouraged.

"Swallow it and move your head up and down, baby," I ordered. "Take it as far as you can, but don't choke."

Although my cock stretched my daughter's little mouth so much, she still obediently swallowed my cock, and shook her head up and down, sucking hard.

I didn't last long, and just like the first time her mother sucked my cock, I came in her daughter's little mouth.

"Great, baby, this is good for you, swallow it and it will make Daddy happy."

The thick semen quickly filled my daughter's poor little mouth. She looked like she was choking and feeling uncomfortable, but she still obediently swallowed my semen in big gulps.

I kept playing with her little pussy with my fingers while she swallowed my cum.

With my unremitting efforts, my daughter's narrow vagina gradually became warm. Although she might not feel any pleasure, her small vagina had secreted some liquid, which made the fingers lubricated a lot when going in and out.

I tentatively inserted my middle finger as well. In this way, I had inserted two fingers into my daughter's tender little vagina, but she did not show any pain or complain.

I don't know if it was because I licked her nipples that made her so happy that she ignored the feelings in her lower body, but seeing that my daughter didn't say anything to stop me, I felt at ease and used two fingers to fiddle with her little pussy, while trying to open my two fingers and pull her little labia, trying to make her little pussy a little bigger, so as to prepare for the final sprint of my big cock.

"Well, little darling," I said, "you're doing great. Daddy is very happy. If you were older, Daddy would definitely teach you some interesting things that would make Daddy even happier. But if you want, Daddy can teach you now."

"That's great. As long as Dad likes it, your daughter is willing to do anything for you. Come on, Dad, teach me."

The little daughter licked the semen on the corner of her mouth and looked at me with longing.

"Do you really want to make Daddy happy, baby? How did you feel just now? Do you like Daddy's cum?"

"Yes, my daughter likes daddy very much, but daddy can't be partial. My sister told me that daddy made her very happy. Now my daughter also wants to be as happy as my sister. Daddy, please teach me how to do it."

That's great, she has already realized that she has been violated, and I won't let her down.

I carefully placed her small body on the sleeping bag, then stroked her slender, soft thighs and spread her legs apart.

"Well, baby, now let Daddy do something you want. You'll like it, Daddy promises."

I put my face between my daughter's legs and carefully admired her completely immature flower.

Her place was bare and there was no miscellaneous hair. The female vagina was slightly raised. The two labia were healthy pink, but they were not as plump as her mother and sister. They were just two thin pieces, tightly clamping out a shallow small groove. I pinched one side of her labia and tweaked it, revealing the unique cave inside.

The color of the daughter's vagina is also pink, and there are small flesh-colored particles distributed around the vaginal wall, which gives people a sticky and lewd feeling. Above the vagina is a small bright red particle, which is very delicious, making people want to lick it.

I put my nose to the opening of her open vagina and sniffed it hard. I smelled a faint awakening smell, a little bit of milk powder, which smelled very comfortable.

I put my tongue into my daughter's pink pussy and licked her delicate vagina with my tongue carefully.

My daughter's body trembled, and a kitten-like moan was heard in her mouth. At the same time, warm liquid began to secrete from her vagina, stimulating the taste buds of my tongue, giving me a familiar feeling, which was the feeling of my mother.

I carefully savored the difference between my daughter's vaginal fluid and her sister, mother and grandma, but except for the freshness, they gave me such a similar feeling.

So, is she also able to drive me crazy like they do?

Under my licking and sucking, my daughter's body began to twist uneasy. I raised my head and looked at her eyes that were floating in love. I knew it was time to take the last step.

I picked her up and hugged her young body tightly. When her petite body shrank in my arms and trembled slightly, I found that I wanted to fuck my daughter in my heart. This was not only because her vagina was hairless, but more importantly, she was my daughter, my favorite daughter.

Although she is less than eleven years old, it is a little too early to do this, for me, that is enough.

Especially when I think that my daughter is still so innocent and pure, but I will guide her to a degenerate life that belongs only to our family. When I see her as corrupt and degenerate as we do, I feel an indescribable excitement in my heart.

Oh, I can't wait any longer, I'm going to fuck my little daughter!

Tonight she wanted to please me. Maybe she didn't know anything about sex, she just wanted to make her dear father happy, but I know that maybe tomorrow, she will become a very sexy woman like her mother and sister, and she will fall in love with our extremely lewd life.

Although her virginity is so sacred and inviolable, it is a sin to let me, as a father, seize my own daughter for the first time, but it is so lewd and exciting that it is even more than the feeling of inserting a penis into my daughter's narrow vagina.

"Tell dad, baby, do you want to have a baby with dad? Do you really want dad to do it?"

Her innocent eyes stared at me tightly, and from her persistent eyes, I saw her trust in her father.

"My daughter really wants to give birth to a baby for her father, but with her cock so big, how can she pretend to be in her daughter's small hole?"

I smiled and kissed her, "Look, baby."

I inserted three fingers into my daughter's narrow flesh hole, trying to hold it bigger, looking inside the open hole, I could even see my daughter's hymen.

When I thought of poking it out immediately, I couldn't help but feel excited.

"Look, baby, the small hole has tension. It can be stretched very much. There is no problem with putting on Dad's big cock. Okay, lie down and let Dad do it for you."

I moved my body between my daughter's legs, held my cock, pointed it at my daughter's vagina, and gently slid hard, and the huge glans slipped smoothly into my daughter's compact vagina, and then I pushed it to the place where my daughter's hymen was.

"This place will hurt a little." I said, not stopping, but instead pushed my butt forward with force.

Her hymen was quickly exposed by my cock, so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

But she started yelling as the pain of the hymen torn spread throughout her body.

"Oh! No, Dad, it hurts so much!!!" She shouted loudly, her voice full of pain, "No, Dad, you hurt your daughter, please, Dad, don't hurt me!!!"

I quickly stopped the insertion and stroked her face with affection.

"I'm sorry, baby, dad doesn't really want to hurt you, but if you want to give birth to a baby for dad, this is the only way. Girls will hurt their first time, but it will be fine after they get through it. Believe me, dad promises that he won't hurt you again."

I carefully maintained the insertion posture, allowing my thick cock to be contained in my daughter's narrow and delicate vagina, allowing her to gradually adapt to this fulfilling feeling.

I kept stroking her body, kissing her face, distracting her attention until I felt her vagina gradually relaxing, and then I began to tempt and slowly twitch my cock.

To my surprise, although my daughter was still crying, she actually started to laugh as I twitched.

"Oh, dad, this, this is really fun, and it feels great."

"Do you still feel pain, baby?" I asked with concern.

"Well, there's another point, dad, but I think it's OK."

She had stopped crying. Although there were still tears on her face, the child's face would not lie. I began to thrust my penis slowly.

Although my daughter's vagina is narrow, it is extremely elastic. The muscles of the vaginal wall are soft and warm. The penis is inserted into it like a pile of cotton. Especially the regular contraction of my daughter's vagina makes me feel extremely happy.

The thick penis was very difficult to enter and exit her daughter's narrow pussy. Every time it went in and out, the tender flesh on her vagina was then pulled out and fell into it, enhancing my pleasure. However, my daughter's shallow pussy could not completely tolerate everything about me. Every time I inserted my glans, I pressed her tender uterine wall. Although I didn't use all my strength, my daughter, who had just started to teach, could not bear it.

After only ten minutes, her body began to tremble violently, and the inner wall of the vagina that tightly wrapped around my penis also contracted sharply, stirring my penis, making me feel like I was about to ejaculate.

"Oh, baby, good daughter," I licked her earlobe and kept blowing into her ears, "Dad is going to ejaculate, so you can come out together."

Before I could finish my words, my daughter had already reached orgasm in my arms with trembling and I excitedly shot all the hot semen that had accumulated for a long time into her tender vagina.

During my entire ejaculation, she just bit her lips and stretched her body desperately. Her two little hands tightly pinched my back and silently endured my gift. She only breathed a sigh of relief after I calmed down.

"Well, is that OK, Dad? When can I give birth to a baby?"

"Oh, that's hard to say," I kissed her red face and said with a smile. "Not every time you have sex, you can get pregnant. Your grandma and I have been having sex for three months, and sometimes she has to do it three or four times a day, but she has not gotten pregnant. Your mother and I have been having sex for two months before we get pregnant, and your sister and I have to get pregnant for six weeks. As for you..."

I suddenly stopped because I suddenly realized that my hit rate was gradually increasing.

My mother and I had sex for three months, but they were unable to get pregnant in the end. My sister and I had only two months together and had an eldest daughter. As for the eldest daughter, they became pregnant in less than six weeks.

Does this mean that the younger you are, the more likely you are to get pregnant?

Then, Christie should be a real mom earlier than we thought.

That night, we did it twice. The little girl was very adaptable. The first sex did not leave her much pain, so she kept pestering me all night, allowing me to satisfy her never-hungry pussy.

It seems that she has realized the joy of sex, but I think her main purpose is to want a child, because I told her that only by having more sex can the child be born.

However, no matter what, it was a romantic and affectionate night. My father and daughter were lingering all night. I tasted almost every part of my daughter's body and told her all the sexual knowledge I could teach her.

The bonfire was burning wildly, warming the entire cave, but what really made me feel warm was the lingering love between our father and daughter.

When I savored my daughter's petite and soft body, I even forgot to go home, at home, and my sister who was waiting for our good news.

Thinking of my sister, I began to be confused.

After having sex with my two daughters, did I still love my sister like I used to?

She seduced me to rape my daughter, and she arranged all this. Should I condemn her?

I thought about it carefully, but I quickly discovered that although both daughters are cute, they are not enough to replace my sister's place in my heart.

Yes, my sister arranged all this for me, but she didn't force me to do so. She just gave me a chance, and the choice was entirely up to me.

In other words, all this is out of my true will, and I hope to do this myself. Moreover, it is not my sister who fucks my daughter, but me, the father.

On the other hand, I don’t think there is anything wrong with doing this. After all, for a man who has sex with his mother or even married his own sister as his wife, it’s a big deal to hook up with two daughters?

On the contrary, I am more grateful to my sister for being selfless and willing to let my daughter share her husband with her, so that our family can be more united and harmonious.

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I loved my sister more, and I had to tell her the fact that I had sex with my little daughter immediately.

I turned on the phone in the car and dialed the home.

The one who answered the phone was my sister.

"Is that so, you really fucked her? You are such a perverted father. So, what does it feel like to fuck a ten-year-old girl? How long have you lasted?" My sister laughed and scolded me.

"It's about the same as you." I replied.

"So, is my poor little daughter's belly full of her dear father's semen?"

I looked down at Christie who was sleeping, and white semen was slowly dripping between her legs.

"Yes, there are some leaks, but," I continued, "I called you just to tell you how much I love you."

"Is that true? I love you too, brother."

"Oh, I can't wait to go home, I can't wait to cum in your pussy."

"Come back soon, brother, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, I thought about my sister for a long time before lying down beside my little daughter, hugging her and sleeping.

When we got home, my sister was preparing lunch, but as soon as I entered the door, my sister threw down her work, jumped into my arms, and asked me to carry her to our bedroom.

Well, it’s really better than a newlywed.

After lying on the bed and inserting my thick cock into my sister's hot pussy, I told her that Christie had already menstruated and told her that her younger daughter might have been pregnant. My sister seemed extremely excited when she heard this, and her movements were more enthusiastic and crazy than ever before. It took three hours before she let go of me, who was exhausted.

However, it was a good thing for me that little Christie didn’t get pregnant as soon as I thought.

Because I'm dealing with Asari's pregnancy, if Christie is pregnant at this time, I don't know if I can handle both of these things well.

Everyone in our community knows that my sister likes children very much and that she wants to have more children.

When Asari was studying abroad, I had already started planning all the aftermath of her child after her birth.

I also had contact with those old friends in college, and through them, I got the necessary supporting documents so that when my child was born, I could have him legally.

My son Charlie was born soon and I let the mother and son rest for six months in a secret home in Oregon, doing so was giving Asari enough time to feed her son.

I have loved my mother's breasts since I was a child, and of course I also like to eat my mother's breasts. After getting married to my sister, I have eaten her breasts a lot. Now that my daughter has children, I certainly can't miss it.

Asari's milk was plenty, and it was sweet and delicious. She also liked the feeling of Richard and I sucking her nipples together.

"Oh, just think about it," she chuckled, watching my son and I greedily suck her nipples. "I only have two breasts, but I am nurturing my father, uncle, brother and my son at the same time. Hehe, that's really fun."

It seems that Asari is most like her mother, she is a bit perverted like my sister, but that's exactly what I like.

Of course, after returning from the beach, my youngest daughter Christie officially became a part of my sex life.

Although she is four years younger than her sister, her enthusiasm is even greater.

Compared to Asari, shortly after she gave birth to the baby, I resumed my sex life with her, about two or three times a week.

Christie crawled onto my bed almost every day. If she saw me having sex with my sister and rejected her, she would not be as shy as her sister. On the contrary, she would act coquettishly and push her mother out of the bed and let herself take her position as a mother.

At this time, I often scold her loudly. Although I don’t want to blame my daughter, especially if she is still so young, there are some things that must be understood by her.

"Listen to me, baby, you can't do this. I love your mom. Maybe you don't understand these things now, but when you grow up and meet a man you really like and are willing to entrust your life, you will understand your dad's current mood. Dad is not your future man, and dad can't accompany you for the rest of your life, but as long as you like, dad can meet your needs at any time. However, what you need to understand is that mom is the first priority, and dad will only satisfy you after she is satisfied."

"You and Sally are both good daughters of Dad. Dad loves you very much, but if Dad needs to make a choice among you," I paused and continued, "Then I will definitely choose your mother without hesitation, because she is my wife and the one I love in this life. Do you understand?"

The little daughter looked at me blankly, not understanding why her father was so strict, but in the end she accepted her fate.

From then on, she always watched me and my sister fight, and then she dared to climb onto my bed, and I loved her even more.

In this way, our strange family lives happily and harmoniously.

Three years later, Christie also "studyed abroad in France."

This time, we have another healthy and beautiful daughter, Jenny.

Of course, the happiest person is Christie. She has always been looking forward to having her own child, so she naturally feeds her daughter. Although her breasts are still small, her milk is abundant and the taste is very good. I always compete with my daughter for milk.

Two more years later, Asari met the man she loved.

When she was 20th birthday, they got married, and the abnormal sexual relationship between Asari and me ended from then on. At their wedding, the son-in-law held my hand and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, Dad, you educated Sally so perfectly. She always exhausted me, but I like it very much. I am the happiest man in the world."

Christie still lives with us now, but she fell in love with one of her teachers, and she told me that it was because he was a little like me and he always reminded her of me.

Jenny is now nine years old. She is my favorite now, the pistachio at home.

Yesterday, she jumped to me.

"Dad," she said, "I heard Grandma and Mom talk about me and you. They said it was almost time for us to go to the beach. Dad, what are they talking about? What does going to the beach mean?"

I was simply convinced by this perverted mother and daughter. My sister and Christie could really think of it. Jenny was only nine years old and wanted me to take her to the beach. This time, I was determined not to listen to them anymore. I had my own plans.

I know Jenny likes the redwood forest very much, and I happen to know a fun, long hiking route. At the end of the road is a vast redwood forest, and there is also a fairy-tale beautiful waterfall in the forest...

Well, it seems I have something to do again.

hey-hey.

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