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This story is purely fictional, people with poor mental capacity should not watch, or suffer the consequences. The erotic part of this article describes the lighter, please readers use their own imagination.

Chapter One: Mommy and Me

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My dad was rugged-looking and conscientious, a hard worker, used to long hours in the hot sun, with dark, muscular skin. He was tall and thin and took everything he touched seriously. He was also stern, but not without sweetness.

My mom was the polar opposite of my dad, small and gentle, with brown hair and brown eyes, a very traditional housewife. We kids inherited her brown hair and brown eyes. Mom was funny, but somewhat casual, a complete contrast to Dad’s straightforward personality.

Their sex life has always been harmonious. During the first three years of their marriage, Mom had three children. If Dad hadn’t left for a while afterward, I would have had more than the number of siblings I have now.

My earliest memories of my mom begin with an innocent childhood family sex game.

I was born active, and by the time I was still babbling at the age of two, I was able to walk around and was curious about everything I touched.

One day, even though it was still broad daylight, my parents were hiding in their room. I wanted to play with them, so I pushed open my parents’ room (all the rooms in my house were unlocked) and walked in. I saw that my mom was lying on the bed, her nightgown slipping off her shoulders, revealing two swollen lumps on her chest.

My dad taught me a new word that day – breast. But until I was ten years old, the only association I had with the word was fried chicken. Mom’s breasts were the most beautiful in the world, big and firm, also very firm and not sagging. The nipples were cherry red in color and surrounded by silver dollar sized areolas underneath.

By then Daddy was sucking on Mommy’s breast. He let me climb onto the bed and I stroked it curiously and patted it gently, realizing that Mom liked it. Dad and I kept an understanding; he sucked down on Mom’s breasts for a while, then left and let me fondle and pat them instead, while Mom moaned with pleasure. Then I naughtily slapped them heavily on mom’s snowy white breasts, and they both laughed out loud and looked happy, even though they were raw from the beating.

There was only one thing that puzzled me, and that was the fact that my dad never let me suck on my mom’s full breasts like he did, but I remembered doing it a year ago. I defiantly crawled over to mom and tried to suck on her other breast, but the game was over and I was kicked out of bed by dad while they continued that fun game.

Not to be outdone, I spent the next twenty years trying to find all sorts of ways to get close to my mom’s breasts. Like all kinds of attempts in life, my endeavors had their moments of success and experienced the frustration of failure.

In fact, my next success came a year later.

That’s when Dad started drinking and his temper got really bad. He didn’t know when to get mad, not just at us, but at everyone in the world, especially the local police. It was a family tradition with them, all four of his brothers. The five of them used to go down to the tavern together and get drunk and then get into big fights. If they couldn’t find anyone else, they’d fight on their own until the bartender called the cops.

In the end, Dad paid the price and was sentenced to two years in prison for a drunken and malicious assault, leaving Mom and us kids to struggle to get by.

We soon found out 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 wasn’t a pervert, she just liked the warm, cozy feeling of cuddling up to someone, whether it was a man, a woman, a boy or a girl, she just didn’t want to sleep alone.

I don’t mind at all. Kids? Just like kittens and puppies, who wouldn’t want to lie comfortably in mom’s warm embrace and listen to her humming a lullaby as she lulls him to sleep? But on the other hand, since mom likes to wear transparent pajamas, I can see her beautiful plump breasts quite clearly. Of course, I was too young to talk about sex at my age, it was just my natural love – a child’s deep attachment to his mother.

But I was left out in the cold for weeks when it was my sisters’ turn to sleep with mom. Mom said she was tired of waking up every time because I was sucking on her breasts. Usually, Mom’s nightgown was always tightly covered, but once in a while I’d find a way to uncover it to reveal Mom’s bare breasts and suck on them as vigorously as Dad did.

When I wasn’t sleeping with my mom, I usually slept with my other sister who hadn’t had her turn yet. Nothing special to me though, they were both smaller than me and their breasts hadn’t protruded yet. In my mind they were just two little ones. The only difference between us was that they squatted when they went to the bathroom and they didn’t have to cut their hair every now and then like I did.

There were times when all three of us didn’t have to sleep with mom, when she would bring a couple of guys home for a night or a week, say no more. After all, Mom was still young and healthy, and she always said that if Dad didn’t know then he wouldn’t get hurt. It was just her way of having fun, those guys were nothing more than automated toys in mom’s eyes, and when mom’s desires were satisfied they had no choice but to leave.

My dad got out of jail when I was five, and that’s when life really started to turn around for our family.

Dad was like a different person, became religious, became cautious, and got a good job, and our family has been getting better every day since then.

I still slept with my two younger sisters, which lasted until I was ten years old. We each slept in our own beds, but there was a sense of loss when we slept apart.

I had passed the girl-hating childhood years and ushered in the adolescent years when my sexual urges were surging, and to make matters worse I had inherited a strong sexual appetite from my parents.

Due to Dad’s return, my desire for Mom’s breasts had to be left in the midst of missing them, while Dad continued to fulfill his obligations. Dad liked to read a magazine called “Men’s” which he hid under his pillow and I found it. Whenever they were out of the room, I would sneak in and admire the women in this magazine, which was my earliest publication of sexual enlightenment.

Of course, magazines like Playboy and Penthouse nowadays probably didn’t care for the content of this magazine. It had black and white pictures, and the girls in the pictures always covered their nipples with their hands or arms or fences or whatever. As I recall, the women’s breasts seemed to have two pointy pellets on top of them, as if they were still specifically designed to fill a man’s mouth. And then there’s the fact that the legs of the women in the pictures are always together, what are they trying to hide?

At the age of nine, one of my cousins showed me the secrets. On the way back from a rabbit hunt, he talked about the mysteries of the woman’s body and why men like to stare at women, and I learned two new words – cunt and fuck. He told me that a woman does not have a penis between her legs, but has a slit called a ‘pussy’, and that a man can put his penis into this slit, which is called ‘intercourse’. He also told me that when a man and a woman are thirty years old they can have intercourse to make little babies.

I then proudly imparted this knowledge to the neighborhood kids as a nine year old sex tutor. As a result, my younger sister and my best friend’s older sister across the street were so impressed that they wanted to have what they called ‘intercourse’ with me. My favorite was my older sister across the street, who was twelve years old and whose breasts had already begun to develop.

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

I say we were playing because my cousin didn’t describe to me in detail how they ‘fuck’ when a man peels down a woman’s panties.

We just play it like a game.

A group of us boys raced after the girls, catching one and then peeling down her panties, spreading her thighs, spreading her hairless labia and looking at that little hole we all wanted to get into, but all the holes were small. Again, Cousin didn’t mention anything about hymens or women’s holes being able to be propped open, so we just contented ourselves with rubbing our dicks back and forth against the labia, thinking that we had ‘fucked’, which the girls obviously enjoyed immensely. Every now and then, I would gloat at the thought of having done the grown-up thing.

My favorite thing to do is to sniff or lick the pussies of girls, I love the taste there. My cousin hadn’t said anything to me about this, so I guess it was probably just nature. The girls always acted a little strange when I licked their pussies, but not once did they make me stop.

It didn’t last long though, six months later we moved and my early ‘sex life’ was over in a sense.

Our family couldn’t seem to stay anywhere for long, which didn’t leave me with enough time to convince the neighbor girls to take off their panties for me, which frustrated me, but what made it worse was that Dad stopped buying teen magazines.

As time went on and I reached the age of seminal emission, I was surprised to find that my penis would get bigger and harder. I learned more words like penis, vagina and anus. I used to get into fights with my siblings and also liked to bully boys younger than me like any other older boy. I learned a lot from these fights, but my dad always took sides with my younger siblings and I had to count on my mom.

Then our family finally settled down in California and Dad and Mom bought a small townhouse. Due to age and avoidance, the boys and girls came to live separately, I shared a room with my two little brothers, my two sisters had a smaller room, and Dad and Mom had the largest bedroom and a queen-size bed.

By this point I need to clarify that in the seven years since Dad’s release from prison, the two of them still love each other so deeply that the intensity of their love sometimes horrifies me, but it also teaches me that when you find someone you truly love, the joy can be everlasting. Dad was lucky that he found Mom and I’m happy for them.

Sure, I was still obsessed with my mom’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 kind of liked to show off and I became her main victim. Mom liked to wear her pajamas from the twilight hour and she also liked to wear sheer revealing, open-necked dresses. When she sat down to read the newspaper or the TV, her nightgown would fall to her chest, at which point I could even see her firm nipples. I would often walk over to her and look down at her protruding breasts and cherry-red nipples from above, a childhood dream of mine. I wanted so badly to reach over and give them a good feel, but that was Dad’s prerogative, not mine.

This was exacerbated when I was fifteen. Mom used to walk around the room at night in her pajamas, sometimes wearing even less than she did in bed. Several times in the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom or to get a drink of water, I would run into Mom on the way. She wore a short, narrow petticoat (transparent, of course) that covered only her armpits, barely covering her firm, full breasts, and extended down a little below the fork in her thighs, barely covering her slightly grazed pussy, but as she walked, the skirt would swing up and down, and I could clearly see the ripples in the peaks of her plump breasts, and the black, curling forest between her legs underneath her body.

I began to wonder if my mom was interested in me ‘in that way’. Of course by then I knew what ‘incest’ meant and that it was against the norm and frowned upon by the world, but I didn’t care. I started trying to tease mom, but she just seemed to find my efforts amusing.

When I was sixteen years old, my father lost his job, and our family’s financial situation became even more difficult. When the situation became even worse, Dad had to consider going out to work.

Then he got a job in construction on the West Coast, and that guaranteed him a paycheck for at least a year. In order for us as a family to keep going, Dad took that job, which meant he had to leave home for quite a while.

Before he left, he shook my hand and said, “I am now the master of this house, and I should take the responsibility of taking care of my mom and my siblings, because I have grown up.

It was just a father’s parting words to his son, nothing special. He used to say that to me because I was the eldest son in the family.

I promised, reassuring my dad, but my attention turned to my mom.

Why did my mom look at me with such a strange expression when my dad instructed me as he always did?

A week after Dad left, Mom became more flirtatious.

Every night when I went to the restroom, I would come across quite a few ‘strange encounters’. Mom was still wearing her short, narrow petticoat, but it was shorter, covering only her nipple area, with most of her snow-white pecs exposed to me, revealing a deep cleavage that often made my eyes pop out. Almost whenever I got up in the middle of the night, I would run into my mom in this kind of dress, as if she was waiting for me on purpose, and I wondered what the real purpose of her doing this was.

On the first Sunday after Dad left, I was sitting in the living room with Mom, but feeling very bored, and Mom looked a little fidgety as she said she wanted to teach me a game of two-player solitaire. She was wearing an old light brown sheer nightgown and as she leaned down to shuffle the cards I could see mom’s firm red nipples through the neckline. Every time our hands accidentally touched a piece, mom’s body trembled as if electrified, and the two lumps on her chest trembled very seductively.

We could feel a tense and restless atmosphere permeating the room.

Mom kept dripping sweat, even though the room was cold and she had very little on. My body temperature was affected by this atmosphere and began to rise rapidly. My genitals couldn’t resist the loneliness and swelled up quickly, swelling bigger than any moment I’ve ever had before, but since they were tightly bound by my jeans, the top of my glans was raw and painful.

I began to think of other new games, looking for one that would make it possible for mom to join in, but just the two of us. Mom’s body exuded a seductive body odor of a mature woman, a fragrance that could arouse a man’s desire, which gave me dirty and lewd thoughts, and my craving for her body became stronger than ever.

I think Mom was probably feeling the same way as I was, but I was afraid to do anything because there were other kids around. In the living room, my sister Rose was watching us play a card game with great interest, and with that kind of concentration in her eyes, how could I get a chance to put my hand inside Mom’s pajamas? When I thought of how often she fought with me, I wanted to kick her out of the room.

But on the other hand, I’m a little scared.

I’m only sixteen years old, while my mom is a thirty-two year old mature woman, older than me and my own mother, could it be that I’m being self-absorbed and wrong about what my mom is saying? Maybe she was just acting out of concern for her child, out of natural motherly love?

No matter what, she is also my mom, how can a son touch his old man’s woman? Considering that textbooks plainly state that consanguineous adultery is wrong, consanguineous adultery is bad, and consanguineous adultery has serious consequences, there shouldn’t be any room for doubt.

The thought of this can’t help but discourage me.

These horrible and confusing thoughts plagued me so strongly that I stood up and told my mom I was a little sick and wanted to go to my room and go to bed.

“Okay, baby. We’ll see you in the morning and get some rest tonight.” Mom said lovingly, kissing me goodbye. But this time instead of kissing my face, she kissed me on the mouth and I swear mom’s tongue touched my lips.

This unexpected excitement caused me to take two shots before I fell asleep from exhaustion.

I woke up at about 3am with a pee and had to go to the bathroom to sort something out. I got up a little reluctantly, a little afraid to go to the bathroom because I was almost certain that my mom would be ambling down the road waiting for me like she always does.

But I miscalculated, mom actually didn’t wait in the aisle, it seemed like I was being paranoid, come to think of it, it was three o’clock, mom couldn’t have stayed up this long even if she was interested.

Oh, it’s so nice. I haven’t been able to go to the bathroom this easily in a long time.

On the way back to my room, I passed my mom’s bedroom, which is usually when she sleeps in her enviable king-sized bed.

The door was open and it was business as usual.

I stopped in my tracks as I heard some strange crashing sounds and rhythmic moaning coming from my mom’s bedroom.

What’s wrong with mom? I think she must be acting strange again, but maybe she’s sick? Maybe I should call the doctor.

There was no light in the room, but I could clearly see my mom standing in front of the dresser.

She was facing the mirror, her left hand propped up on the dresser, her right hand was blocked by the dresser so I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could tell her right hand was moving back and forth near her groin as if she was pushing something inside. The crashing sounds came from the dresser and the moans came from mom, who would let out moans of pleasure as her right hand moved.

I stared blankly at the mirror, in which I saw my mom’s ample breasts vibrating with her masturbatory movements.

Oh, what a fragrant and exciting scene, but before I could enjoy it, I was captivated by the look on my mom’s face.

Mom’s eyes were open, but they weren’t looking at her bouncing bountiful breasts or at her groin, her eyes were staring straight at me, obviously watching for my reaction.

The dim moonlight came through the window and I thought I saw the desperate plea and need in my mom’s eyes.

Suddenly I felt extreme fear and confusion, and I ran for my life back to my bedroom and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, I found my mom standing in front of my bed (this time in a form-fitting bathrobe) probing my forehead with her hand.

“It’s a little hot, looks like you’re burning up, I think it’s best if you don’t go to school today.”

I was actually fine and didn’t have a fever, but how could a sixteen year old teenager? enjoy school. If my mom was okay with me skipping school, who would be stupid enough to insist on going for sure?

She made breakfast for all my siblings and then rushed them all off to school as usual.

Ten minutes later, the siblings were out the door and Mom walked in.

“You’re not sick, get up, go take a shower, I have something to say to you.” She ordered, but her tone was gentle.

I slipped into the bathroom, set the water temperature to the right level, and began my morning routine of jerking off.

Just as I was having a good fight the bathroom door suddenly opened and mom was standing in the doorway.

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“I told you to take a shower, not to fiddle with your thing, do I have to stand here and watch you do it?” She said angrily.

“No, no, no! Mom, no, can you close the door please?” I begged.

After mom’s interruption, I lost interest and my rod quickly shriveled down.

I hurriedly finished my shower and was toweling myself off when the door opened again and my mom walked in.

“Hey baby, let mommy help you.” Mom said, wiping me down with a big, soft towel.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, baby.” She said, “But we need to talk about last night, I think that would have been good for both of us, if you hadn’t just cum, of course.”

After drying off, Mom took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom and sat together on the bed, still wearing the robe she had just worn.

“Now, let’s talk about what just happened in the bathroom, how many times a day do you masturbate? For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen a boy who ejaculates as often as you do.”

“Oh, mom! I don’t have as much as you say!”

She smiled through her teeth and said, “Honestly, don’t try to fool your mom, think about who does your laundry. Your shorts are always sticky with dried semen, your sheets are always stained, not to mention every pair of your sister’s and my panties that you use as cum wipes. Your brothers were only seven and eight years old, it couldn’t have been them, so who was it if not you? Tell me, how many times exactly?”

I looked down at the floor and hesitantly had to say, “Usually five, sometimes seven.”

Mom’s eyes lit up and she murmured, “Fantastic.”

She lifted my head so I could look at her.

“I saw you staring at me last night, do you know what I was doing then?”

“I don’t know, Mom. At first I thought you were catching something, but you looked so comfortable. I’m sorry, Mom, I shouldn’t have peeked at you.”

“You’re not peeking, kid, I’m the one who’s making you look. I needed you to look so we could talk. Last night I wished you’d come into the room, but that’s good, now we both have something to talk about and we can see what the other is doing and who he’s doing it with. At the time I was masturbating, which is what you call masturbating.”

“Does mom do that too?”

“Of course, baby.” She said, “That’s what happens when people can’t fulfill their sexual needs. Okay, now let’s go to the bed.”

She told me to lie down in the center of the bed, then walked over to the window herself and pulled back the curtains to let the morning sunlight into the bedroom.

Then she took a strip of black cloth from the closet, came up behind me, and suddenly blindfolded me with it before tying it in a knot.

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be untied for you in a minute, I just wanted to blow your mind.” I was puzzling over the meaning of my mom’s words when I heard the sound of something slipping, like a snake, and then the bed moved, it was my mom getting into bed, she lay down next to the pillow next to me.

“Okay, I’m going to undo the cloth for you, but don’t peek, and keep your eyes closed.” She said, “You swear not to peek.”

“Okay, Mom, I swear.”

My mother untied the cloth that blindfolded me and let it fall around my neck, and I kept my promise to keep my eyes tightly closed.

I could smell the faint scent of my mom’s body again, that orchid-like ethereal scent I’d smelled last night during the poker game.

My bottom was starting to harden, mom must have seen it and I was curious to see how she would react.

“That’ll do, kid, open your eyes.”

God, Mom is beautiful!

Just now ‘hiss’ slipping sound turned out to be the bathrobe slipped in the ground sound, at this time presented in front of me mom’s carcass is like the most perfect masterpiece given by God, naked, beautiful dazzling.

Naturally, my eyes focused first on my mom’s twin peaks that I had been longing to climb since I was a kid.

I hadn’t had the chance to see them unobstructed since I was three years old. Now they were all laid out in front of me in a big way, still looking so snowy white, erect and plump, the pointed nipples as red as I remembered them, now hard with excitement.

My eyes darted over my mom’s pussy, not daring to linger for a moment. I knew I had to, because I knew Mom had probably come up with a new way to tease me as a rookie, and soon I’d be driven back to my room to jerk off to those memories.

Mom’s pubic hair was dark and shiny and looked a little damp, and the thick pubic hair covered the entire hill so that I couldn’t see the crack I had seen at my girlfriend who was in the same grade as me.

Mom suddenly sent her pelvis forward and leaned back, exposing the cleft in her pussy. Mom held her labia apart with her hand and I could see a large grainy mass at the top of the crack; was this the so-called ‘clitoris’ that I had read about in a wedding brochure that I had stolen from Mom’s girlfriend’s place? Beneath it was an unfathomable hole that looked as if it could swallow my rod effortlessly.

I shuddered uncontrollably at the thought of the pleasure of my rod being engulfed by my mom’s mysterious fleshy hole, and my rod became angry and fully hard, with clear liquid oozing out of the tiny opening in my glans.

Meanwhile, mom pulled a long white plastic dildo from under her pillow, which she told me would relax her muscles, and then mom inserted it into her meaty hole and pumped it hard.

“That’s what I did last night.” She said, “I wanted a real meat stick in me, but all I had was this cold plastic toy that I could only comfort myself with, and how I wished someone would completely free me. But last night my cowardly son didn’t have the courage to do so, and now I don’t need it anymore, I want you, son, come on!”

Somehow I managed to misinterpret what mom was saying because she was still rubbing her pussy with that plastic thing.

“Are you still going to be satisfied with this?” I asked stupidly.

“No, kid, I don’t want to do this by myself, I think it’s more fun for both of us to come together.”

This time I didn’t misunderstand and stammered, “Mom, you mean you want us both…us both…to…uh…use it together…the… Uh…use it together?”

“No, baby, we’re not going to use ‘it’. We’re going to make love together! I’m going to suck your cock and you’re going to lick my hole. You’re going to suck and fuck Mommy’s tits, and I’m going to suck every drop of cum out of you so you can’t get up again today.”

She wrenched me over and her wet lips tenderly kissed my mouth.

“Don’t hate mom, son.” She said and for the first time I saw my mom in tears, “I’m not old yet, I have a strong sex drive like you but no one can really satisfy me and it’s not like I can just go out on the street and find a random guy, then your dad would know and I don’t want to hurt him. Your dad asked you to take care of me when he left, I don’t think he meant it, but right now I really need you to.”

“Wow mom, I never hated you, you don’t know I miss you like crazy, but I don’t know what to do, I’ve never really done this with a woman before.”

“I guess so, you don’t even know how to kiss yet.”

“Teach me, Mom.”

Mom leaned her body towards me and her lips kissed again, and I felt her tongue gently slide over my lips before teasing my teeth, trying to push in.

“Open your lips a little, baby.” Mom said.

I felt my mom’s soft, warm tongue slide into my mouth and intertwine fiercely with mine, and I subconsciously fought off my mom’s attack, but with a sudden hook of her tongue, she retreated back into her own mouth, only to hook my tongue into hers.

What a luscious experience it was! Our tongues were entwined against each other, moving in and out of each other’s mouths, both desperately sucking on each other’s saliva.

At the same time, mom guided my hands to her towering breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples so hard that I felt my rod harden like never before.

Mom turned her head to me and said, “You want to suck on them, don’t you? You remember when you were little, when you used to sleep with me.”

“I remember, Mom, when you kicked me out of bed because I kept sucking on your nipples.”

“I kicked you out because I liked it that much when you did that. When you were a little baby, your father didn’t approve of me breastfeeding you, saying it would ruin the shape of your breasts, but why wouldn’t he suckle me for milk every day? But I would quietly breastfeed you whenever I could, you remember. You were a natural breast sucker and I almost leaked every time.”

Mom’s hand gently stroked over my hard, throbbing rod, her slender fingers gently clicking on my glans, coating it and the whole rod with the clear lubricant that oozed out of the glans from her arousal. It felt so good, so good that I couldn’t stop inhaling.

“I’ll show you how to use your mouth again below, watch.” She said.

Mom suddenly lowered her head and opened her mouth to hold my rod, the warmth of the feeling surrounded my entire body, never tried the taste of oral sex I can not help but moan. Mom deliberately want to embarrass me, her head up and down, lips tightly sucked my rod, sucking hard, tongue is circled around the rod, back and forth wriggling, teeth gently bite the root of the rod, squeezing between making me have a kind of radiating sensation.

I’d read in some novels depictions of men cumming in women’s mouths to please them, and I didn’t want my first shot to go to waste so easily, but I couldn’t control my senses anymore.

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

Mom didn’t seem to realize that I would cum so quickly, so to hell with her tongue against my cum mouth, teasing it gently with the tip of her tongue, and the aching sensation went straight from my glans all at once.

Before I realized what was going on, my waist was numb, a stream of thick semen suddenly shot out, being blocked by my mother’s tongue, it suddenly splashed in all directions, covering a mouth of my mother, and then I lay down on the bed as if I was relieved, the kind of radiating pleasure just now had made me not able to come back to my senses quickly for a while.

Mom licked my cum clean and then swallowed it in one big gulp.

“God, that tastes so good, I love it. But next time I suck your cock you don’t want to cum so fast, at least hold out long enough for mommy to have some fun or she’s going to get mad.” Mom licked her lips, a little more than she wanted to.

“Now, let mommy give my good son some reward. Come here and let mommy feed you milk.”

As soon as her words left my mouth, I reflexively scurried ‘miso’ over to my mom’s side, my longtime special fondness for her breasts causing me to act so out of character.

Mom sat up, her breasts snow-white and plump, a little saggy but undeniably full of the charming charms of a mature woman.

I reached down and took my mom’s breasts in my hands and lifted them up to my mouth so that I could reach out and reach those two rose-colored firm nipples.

It was only now that I realized what it meant in pornography when a man referred to the weight of a woman’s breasts. Mom’s breasts were surprisingly substantial, and the weight, the color, and the erect nipples seemed to proclaim that these were the breasts of a mature, perfect woman, not the hard, fat, or shriveled breasts of a so-called teenage girl or an inexperienced teenage girl. These were real breasts, and they showed the flavor of a real mature woman.

As I sucked on them in ecstasy, I truly felt like an adult.

Mom moaned and ran her hand through my hair.

The scene of mom getting me out with her tongue just now was vivid in my mind as I licked my mom’s right breast, taking the hardened nipple into my mouth, the tip of my tongue gently tracing circles around the areola. From the sensitive tip of my tongue, I could feel my mom’s body trembling slightly, and a slightly hot liquid oozing from her nipple. I gently bit the root of my mom’s breast with my teeth, and the tip of my tongue licked the lotion that was oozing out of my mom’s breast, it was light and sweet, and had an indescribable familiarity.

I concentrated on my mom’s right breast as she moaned more sharply and finally couldn’t help but say, “Is my left side bad?”

“Nothing like that, mom. I’m just trying to make you happier, and I’ll change it right over if you like.”

I switched sides and repeated my earlier efforts on my left breast.

“Oh baby, you’re doing so well, your daddy can’t even compare to you. I wish I could have breastfed you every day when you were little, I wish I had breastfed you all the time when your daddy was in jail, I’m so stupid, I’ve missed out on so many good times. Oh, suck on mommy’s tit, baby, suck on mommy’s tit hard!”

I remembered how my mom had just sucked on my rod causing me to cum in a lousy way, and was determined to make my mom cum in a lousy way that way too.

I nibbled lightly on my mom’s nipple, pulling and tugging it hard from side to side while my hands kneaded her plump breasts as vigorously as if they were dough.

Mom couldn’t stop sucking in air and moaning, “Harder…oh…oh…harder…boy…harder…”

Mom fumbled a little and went back and forth a few times before guiding my face right to her pussy, which was already wet and giving off a warm dampness with a hint of sweet scent, which was a hundred times more intense than any stimulation.

“Lick mommy there, boy.” Mom was afraid I wouldn’t understand and said, “Lick Mommy’s pussy with your tongue, if it goes well we’ll both be quick. Don’t be shy, realize that this is where you were born, your daddy shot his cum in and then you came out of here, you are just going back to your old place to see it. Go ahead and lick it, stick your tongue in there and lick the nectar out of it, never mind the ethics, to hell with them.”

With those words from mom, I felt relieved to run my tongue all over mom’s entire pussy. Plunging my tongue deep into mom’s pussy, I scraped it hard against the walls, curling out the steady flow of liquid from the walls and swallowing it into my belly. Mind you, I only do this when I’m eating ice cream or when I see a particularly beautiful woman.

I kept an eye out for my mom’s reactions, as my tongue moved inside her vagina, she would let out short breaths, her body trembled, and the secretion of fluids from the walls of her pussy intensified.

I noticed that when I licked a small protrusion inside my mom’s vagina, her reaction would suddenly intensify, so I attacked that protrusion specifically.

Mom moaned, “Oh…yes…boy…you little devil…oh…so smart…you know how to lick mommy’s pussy…. …makes mommy so itchy…oh…oh…so comfortable…oh…god…mommy is going to leak…oh ……”

I kept licking my mom’s pussy, my tongue deep inside her cunt.

I savored the taste of my mom’s vagina, a mixture of incredibly sticky moist warm with a hint of spice and a slightly salty mix of flavors.

I felt an inexplicable excitement because this used to be Daddy’s favorite no-go area, this was where my siblings and I were born, and I also knew that this was where my rod would enter in a moment.

Mom’s breathing was getting faster and faster, and the walls of her pussy were contracting violently, tightening around my tongue as if she wanted to twist it off and shove it as deep as it would go.

Mom’s lust continued to flow out, onto my face, sticking to my face and the entire base of my thighs, and then onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

“Oh…baby…my favorite son…” mom cried out, “Suck harder…good son…lick harder! Mommy’s pussy…oh…oh…Mommy’s coming out…good son…you’re making Mommy come out…oh…so good…so good…so good…so good! …I can’t…oh…oh…ohhhh…it’s coming out…I can’t…it’s leaking…it’s leaking ……”

I withdraw my tongue and look up at my mom.

Mom’s body spasmed, her expression pained, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her fingers sinking deep into my muscles.

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

(iii)

“Thank you, boy, my love, it was so beautiful just now, and mommy made you have an orgasm, now it’s time for my baby boy to experience adult pleasure. Come on, boy, fuck mommy!”

I climbed on top of my mom and looked at her face to face, my erect rod touching her pubic hair and strongly stimulating my glans.

“Mom, I know what we’re doing is wrong, let’s not call each other by our real names and act like a couple of lovers, okay?”

“No!” Mom was surprisingly excited.

Soon she said to me again in a softer tone, “Son, do you know what incest is?”

“Sure, Mom.” I said, “Members of the same family committing adultery and having sex with each other is incest, like we’re having now, right, Mom?”

“Correct, son, so correct. Did you know then that incest is the most lewd and indecent of all? In the real world it’s absolutely forbidden, it’s a transgression, a crime, even anti-natural. Do you know all this?”

I laughed, “Sure, Mom. But isn’t this more fun?”

Mom laughed along with her, “Mom is glad you feel the same way, I don’t want to lose this nasty wonderful feeling. I also want you to keep reminding me that we are mother and son and that we are committing incest. When we make love later, I’ll call you son and you’ll call me mommy, not mother or mom, but mommy. Kids call their mothers Mommy, and I want to remember that I’m having sex with my sweetest son.”

I looked deep into my mom’s beautiful brown eyes and said, “I love you, Mommy.”

Mommy replied happily, “I love you too, son. I’m glad you haven’t done it with another woman before, Mommy wants to be her baby boy’s first woman, and Mommy wants to teach her good son how to make love to a woman.”

She reached down and caught my rod and said with joy, “Oh, so hard, this belongs to Mommy now, thank you, son.”

She guided my glans right to her vaginal opening, then circled my ass with her hands and pushed me forward. Since my mom’s vaginal opening was already wet, my rod entered her smoothly.

Mom called out cheerfully, “Oh, welcome back, my good son.”

Mom taught me to push my hips back and forth so that I could get full access to my rod and join my mom as one.

I felt my mom’s warm flesh walls tightly wrapped around my rod, the depths of her vagina seemed to have a kind of suction, sucking the rod deeper and deeper, and the flesh walls were writhing in a regular manner, it was worthy of being an experienced and well-tested kinky pussy ah!

I was mesmerized by the totally unimaginable joy of what it was like.

It’s not at all the ‘tight enough to break your genitals’ kind I’ve read about in books.

Keep in mind that my mom had five kids at one point, and that dad didn’t leave mom alone every night.

It was a warm, cozy feeling, like slipping into a just-right glove that was neither too tight nor completely comfortable against the rod.

Mom was hot and wet inside her pussy, and it was the first woman’s pussy I’d ever fucked.

I remembered what my mom had just said and relaxed my body, letting the lustful incestuous feelings dictate my actions as I fucked my mom’s pussy and talked to her.

“Do you like it, Mommy? It’s your own son fucking Mommy’s slit.”

“Want to continue, Mommy?”

“Oh, that feels so nasty and kinky, doesn’t it, Mommy?”

“Is Mommy comfortable fucking with her baby boy?”

……

I bit down on my mom’s nipple, pulling hard from side to side, my tongue licking the center of her nipple, giving her a drilling pleasure.

Mom’s hand stroked through my hair.

“Oh…yes…son is fucking mommy…oh…slutty son and mommy…oh…good son…harder… …keep fucking mommy ah…fuck mommy hard…”

I peeked at my mom, who looked mesmerized with her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, her nostrils ragged and her forehead oozing a fine sweat.

“Son’s cock is big, isn’t it, Mommy? Like your son’s cock?”

Mom murmured unconsciously, “Oh… oh… yes… oh… yes… so big… so cocky… so hard . .oh.. .my baby boy has a big cock.. .oh.. .oh.. .oh.. .it makes mommy feel so good.. .come on… .harder…. … .oh…”

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

I reached down to my mom’s pussy, teasing her labia, twisting and pulling the two labia up and down, back and forth, side to side, and accelerating the meat stick in and out, in and out, my mom’s lustful flesh was rolled into and out of the pussy, and at the same time, a lot of lewd water was brought out, which was a very lustful scene.

Despite the fact that mom had just been licked out of me once, mom’s lust began to flow out in abundance at this point, running down the rod and onto my belly, thighs, and hands, completely wetting the sheets.

With each powerful collision of our bodies, the lust was aroused and splashed in all directions, splashing all over my body.

The walls of mom’s pussy tightened and tightened around my rod, making each of my thrusts harder and harder.

At the same time mom couldn’t stop letting loose with her lewd cries of lust that pounded into my consciousness.

The upturned ass swayed frantically from side to side as if it were trying to uproot my rod.

The feeling was so much better than when mom had just sucked me out with her mouth, and that one was my orgasm alone, this time I was going to squirt out with mom!

My consciousness blurred and all my senses focused on the union of Mom and me, feeling the regular pulsations coming from there, only to feel my body shudder as something seemed to radiate uncontrollably, soothing me all around.

This radiating sensation lasted for quite some time.

Can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve shot that much.

I physically left my mom and lay beside her in exhaustion, my consciousness not quite back in my body yet, feeling everything around me so distant, so blurry.

In a blur I seemed to hear her say, “Oh my son is so good, he shot inside me, it would be nice to have a baby.”

I came to my senses in a flash.

Hell! I suddenly remembered that my cousin had told me that sex between a man and a woman can lead to babies, and that I had actually not only fucked my mom, but shot my cum inside her.

I was in a panic, I wasn’t the father, even if I wanted to, my siblings wouldn’t agree, how was I going to explain this to my dad? It should be Dad’s business to let Mom have the baby.

“Oh, God, Mom. What if you’re pregnant? What are we gonna do down there? How long until my baby comes out? What do I do?”

I did feel a bit anxious, after all, I was just a kid, and I had to listen to my mom when there was something I couldn’t do anything about.

Mom laughed, “You do know you can get pregnant this way, I thought you wanted mom to give you a son? Wouldn’t that be nice? It’s fun to have a son who calls you brother, besides I want to give my baby boy a big fat boy.”

I was so anxious I had to shed a tear.

Seeing that I was so anxious, my mom toyed with me for a while before saying, “Baby, don’t worry, it’s not that easy to get pregnant. Mom’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, then Mommy won’t die of exhaustion. Do you see how long it took your father and I to give birth to the five of you?”

I see, I let go.

Mom continued to reassure me and assuage my concerns.

“Listen, son. I’m your mommy, and even if I were slutty to the point of manhood, I wouldn’t hurt my own son. Mommy just wants you to have sex with Mommy, and I hope you like it too. Don’t worry about getting pregnant this way, that’s mommy’s business, you don’t have to worry about that.”

With that she gave me a long, slow, gentle, deep passionate kiss.

“Well, now, I want you to try a new trick. You merely licked mom’s pussy earlier, so let’s do something new this time, come on, boy, lick mom again.”

Next I kept licking my mom and she licked my rod, before and after each fuck I had to lick her pussy with all my heart, until she was satisfied.

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

When my mom clamped my rod with her full soft breasts, I felt like I was in heaven, this was the most amazing experience since I was two years old and have memories of it, the original breasts can not only be used for breastfeeding, but also can fulfill part of the function of the meat hole ah, it really opened my eyes.

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

We both intertwined several more times until we were both exhausted and unable to continue.

But even if we had wanted to continue it was impossible, and looking at the time, the other kids were about to come back from school.

The others coming back does pose a problem, and while I can seek pleasure with my mom until my dad gets back, if my sisters and brothers find out, there’s going to be a lot of trouble.

My mom and I put our heads together and decided that going forward, we would only have sex twice a day, once in the afternoon before anyone else came home from school, and once in the evening when everyone else was asleep.

But sometimes when we couldn’t stay up we’d sneak off to the warehouse to relieve ourselves first, then drive to the cedar grove outside of town and stop and have a war in the back seat of the car.

Two months after Dad left, our happiest time came, an opportunity created by Mom. Since it was summer vacation, Mom arranged for the other kids to either go to a relative’s house or let them go out camping.

Of course, I’m going to be ‘forced’ to stay and watch the house with my mom.

This gave us a whole week to live as two people, and I felt like a married man enjoying the sweetness of life with my beloved wife.

I blatantly slept in my mom’s big bed and made love for as long as we liked, moment by moment.

To please me, mom was naked for a whole week, and even when we were done fucking and her breasts were painfully erect from my sucking and biting, I got great satisfaction from looking at her naked body. I was especially turned on by the way her white, plump breasts were covered with my spit and bite marks, and the way her fat pussy was oozing my cum.

Indeed, it was a great satisfaction to watch my ejaculate drip out of my own mom’s pussy little by little.

But as my mom and I made love more and more often, there was one thing that had been bothering me from the beginning to the end, causing me more and more mental stress: could my mom be impregnated as a result of our sexual relationship?

I decided to have a good talk with my mom about it, after all, the consequences of having a child conceived by a consanguineous union are very clear even to a child of my age.

After a wild sex session with my mom, I mentioned this question that was bothering me.

“This is truly the greatest moment of my life, mom.” I said, “I wish it would have lasted longer, I can’t imagine what I’ll do when I can’t fuck mom’s pussy anymore.”

“Wow, me too, baby. I wish we could go on like this forever, maybe we could find some way to continue without anyone finding out.”

I kissed Mom deeply and said, “That would be crazy, Mom! But it wouldn’t be good if you had it, even though we’ve been very careful.”

“What are you talking about, do you want to use a condom?” Mom laughed and lowered her voice to a whisper, “Oh, but it’s a real pain in the ass, I’d almost completely forgotten about it if you hadn’t told me, but it’s too late, my safe period passed three days ago. Never mind, it’s all over anyway, we can’t hide from it, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about it for the next three Mondays until nine months from now.”

Then she laughed again, “Don’t worry, kid. The chances of a woman conceiving are just slim to none, and I don’t believe you’d be so coincidental as to stumble upon it, and when you do, you’ll be a father.”

Honestly, for the next ten days after this, I was on edge, trying to avoid cumming directly into my mom’s vagina, and I felt that she had the same reaction that I had.

Alas, getting married and having children is human nature, but involving mother-child incest is so troubling.

By the eleventh day, Mom said, “Well, son, let’s take a break, today is my day.”

I could hear the helplessness and longing in my mom’s heart.

For the next month, we were both exhausted by the event and time was often messed up.

Sometimes mom says, “It’s a safe day,” and then she says, “Oh, I forgot what day it is. It’s no use worrying about it.”

God, I’m going to be so confused by my mom that it looks like she can’t figure out her safe period.

While we were suffering through our summer ‘honeymoon’, we got a phone call from Dad that he was coming back! His boss granted him permission to come back on vacation and he can be home this weekend.

During this last week, my mom and I completely forgot about the past month’s rapture, what with the pregnancy and the birth of the baby, and left it all behind, only knowing how to make love day and night.

I became bolder than ever, not only shooting my cum all over my mom’s body, but I preferred to shoot it right into the depths of her uterus, not caring about it being safe or not.

“Mom, we’ve done everything for the past three months, but there’s one thing we haven’t done.”

“What do you mean, son, you really want a little baby?” Mom looked very wistful and eager.

“No, Mom, it’s not that. I mean, in the three months after Dad left, if you had a baby six months after that, nine months after that, people would be suspicious.”

I slid my fingers over the balls of her ass, stopped at her anus, and said, “I mean, I’ve fucked your pussy, tits, and mouth, but exclusively this place I haven’t. Mom, let me fuck it.”

“Oh… Oh! Boy.” Mom was surprised, “No one has ever done that to me yet, including your dad.”

“Great!” I said happily, “You took your son’s virginity, I at least have the right to exploit my mom’s other virginity… Besides, mom wants this, right?”

The next day, after the other kids had gone to school, I waltzed into mom’s bedroom, where she pulled out a hose and used it to facilitate my entry into her anus. I slipped the hose over my erect rod and shoved the other end into mom’s anus, I got on my knees and pushed my glans right into mom’s anus and pushed forward.

Mom’s body was tense and her anus contracted so tightly that I couldn’t move my rod an inch.

I knew from books that if mom felt pleasure the anal sphincter would relax and it would be much easier to enter then. But I didn’t want that, I wanted to force my way in, and mom looked like she wanted me to.

“Oh, Mom, I’m going in. I’m going to force it in, whether you want to or not! I’ll be happier if you don’t want to! Let my son deflower mommy’s ass, you stinking, rotten slut, and watch me fuck you to death.”

It was the first time in my life that I had ever spoken to my mom so rudely, but it looked as if she was intoxicated.

“Oh…yes…yes…yes…yes…son…yes son…in Mommy’s ass…Mommy wants you in…oh…oh …oh…fuck mommy’s asshole hard…oh…fuck it…fuck it hard…fuck it so hard…fuck it until mommy can’t sit up …Oh…it hurts so much…Mommy loves it…the more it hurts the better…”

My rod deep in the mother’s anus, mother’s anus contracted very tight, sphincter muscles like pliers, raw seem to want to clamp my rod off in general, but made me feel the rod in and out of a strange pleasure.

Mom looked like she was in a lot of pain, but her ass was desperately coming towards me again, giving me an abusive thrill.

Soon mom’s thighs were shaking violently, jolting my rod, and a hot stream couldn’t help but gush out and hit mom deep in her anus.

Mom’s body spasmed extremely, her legs shivered, and hot liquid ran down her thighs.

I fucked my mom’s anus twice that day, and finally stopped when the pain in her anus made it impossible for her to sit up.

By the time I got to the last night before my dad came home, I went to my mom’s room to spend our last night together.

Mom wasn’t asleep and was waiting for me, but she looked sad.

“Now you and your father have something in common, son.”

My heart stops when I think of the implications in those words.

“It’s over between us.”

Suddenly, I felt that there was nothing left for me to hold on to about this family, and although there was something in my mom’s tone of voice to keep us from going over, I couldn’t face the fact that my dad was coming home tomorrow, and my mom was going to be back in my dad’s arms again.

Believe it or not, I’m happy to have my dad home, even if it means I’m going to lose my mom, but I love my dad very much, he’s been my idol since I was a little kid, and I try my best to emulate everything he does, including having sex with my mom. I respect him and don’t want to hurt him, and I think mom does too.

Then I made up my mind to leave home one day, knowing that I couldn’t start a family on my own with my mom because she was my mom and I wanted a wife who could spend her life together and bear me a legitimate child, which I knew very well was not the case with my mom.

Oh, Mom, my favorite Mom, who can only be a dream I can never hope to reach.

Chapter 2: The Thorny Rose

(i)

When I look back at all that happened, I am so grateful to my mom, who brought me into this world, who raised me to ‘adulthood’, and who gave me one of the most important gifts of my life – even more so than the three crazy months my mom and I spent together – and that is that one year after I was born, my little sister Rose was was born.

It was as if Rose and I were born against each other, and from the moment we were born, we loved to work against me. Many of my relatives said that Rose was often bullied by me when she was little, and that my behavior was very mean, but I was a bit dismissive, thinking that it was just a very typical friction between siblings. Ask anyone who has a few kids who aren’t bickering with each other, and we were nothing more than that, just a little bit deformed.

I mean, we argue and even fight about almost everything, even if it’s something we both like that we don’t want to admit. But Rose had one secret weapon, crying, and almost every time she couldn’t argue with me she had to let it out. Even though I hated her so much that I clenched my teeth and sometimes even wanted to kill her, the last thing I wanted was for her to shed a tear, and as soon as her eyes got red, I had to slip away before they came out, lest I get soft and try to comfort her instead.

Of course there were times when she laughed, when we stopped arguing, especially as we grew into our teens, when we weren’t so aggressive with each other anymore. She also seemed like a different person, becoming very shy and melancholy, but overly so, spending her days with a sad face that made me very uncomfortable to watch.

But if you reach out to her deeply and give her encouragement, she will give you a smile in return, and a sister’s smile can charm everyone, I have no doubt about that.

Her smile was as bright as the rising sun, as innocent as a child’s, as sweet as a first kiss, and gave a feeling of radiance. Anyone who has seen it once would rather die than see it a second time.

Unfortunately, while I used to bully her as a child, when I got older I had to work every day to win my sister’s smile, and I had other ulterior motives.

I don’t know when I fell in love with my sister, but it must have been very early, probably from the age when I started having wet dreams and masturbating.

I masturbated a lot when I was younger, but the heroine I used as a foil was not my mom, but my sister Rose.

It’s not surprising now that I think about it; as much as I liked and respected my mom, a lot of my interest in her was due to my admiration for my dad and the fact that she was the one who initiated the seduction later on. I think the fact that I was able to break off my relationship with my mom in the end was probably because I subconsciously believed that the person I really loved wasn’t my mom.

I often saw my sister naked in my would-be dreams, actively offering her pure body to me, actively sucking on my rod…

One day I was about to head out of my room when my sister came in. I was thirteen and she was twelve. We both bumped into each other in the doorway, and naturally, we reached out to try to hold each other.

I pushed too hard and pulled my sister into my arms, her small firm breasts imprinted on my chest at once, our bellies touched with a ‘thud’ and we looked at each other face-to-face, our noses touching. My rod got god awful hard and poked at my sister’s pussy through her clothes, my sister’s face instantly reddened and she broke away from my embrace and flew away.

I think that may have been the initial trigger between us.

I was so disoriented and stumped that I didn’t feel my sister’s departure at all, and I wished that demoralizing feeling could happen again.

That night, I had my first orgasm by jerking off.

I lay back on the bed, rubbing my rod harder, remembering the feeling of my sister’s small breasts against my chest, wondering how my sister was feeling at this point, and how mesmerizing it would be for the two of us to play this sex game together.

Sometimes Dad and Mom would leave us at home when they went to the store or to church for Mass, and I always took full advantage of these opportunities to spy on my sister’s movements.

At that time, there was a popular sex game among kids in our school: find an opportunity to go home with a girl and ask her ‘Do you feel it?’ When the other girl answered no, she would take the opportunity to go up and down the girl’s body, stroking her and saying, ‘feel it now’.

It took a long time for my sister to understand this kind of play, so I seized the limited few opportunities I had to satiate my sister’s body, rubbing and kneading her breasts with particular intent. It seems that I was overly influenced by my mom to the point that I was particularly interested in women’s breasts.

I desperately wanted her to know how I felt about her, but there was no way I could tell her outright that I loved her and that I wanted to spend my life with her.

Still, that was as far as I could go at the moment; I didn’t want to simply claim that I’d done it after having sex with my sister; I saw us as lovers, husband and wife, even parents.

I had envisioned our wonderful first time, and even designed every step of the way: in the light of the setting sun, we went to the beach together, and I slowly undressed her. First the shoes, then the outer pants, then the blouse, then the bra, and finally the panties. By this time, the sun had set and the western sky was reflecting the blood red evening sun, she stood between me and the ocean, turned sideways to the beautiful evening sun, and all I could see was her beautiful silhouette. Her full, shapely breasts traced perfect curves in the setting sun, then she lowered herself and sat down, as if she had something to look forward to, her hairy pussy faintly visible. I couldn’t help but walk over to her, gently lowering her body and…

Unluckily, my sister doesn’t seem to like this ‘feel it?’ game, every time I asked her ‘feel it?’ , she would suddenly break away from my entanglement and run away after letting me ‘feel’ her a few times.

Dad loved her the most during that time.

I was never jealous of my mom and dad’s union, but I had to fret over my dad’s favoritism, and I even suspected that my dad and sister already had a hand in it.

Of course, this all happened before my mom and I had an unspeakable relationship.

Due to my experience with mom, I am more and more tempted to take further action against my sister. If she refused, then I would be totally screwed, and she might submit to dad as a result, and that would definitely destroy our family, since dad was a decent and traditional man. I can even imagine dad being furious while mom is trying her best to defend me and I am waiting to see what happens and then our family disintegrates.

In middle school, I had quite a bit of contact with the opposite sex, in addition to some of the knowledge I learned and the confidence I developed.

In school, I was neither a playboy nor a nerd, so I dated quite a few girls, but at best I just hung out, watched movies, held hands, and at most kissed them on the cheeks, though sometimes it was quite enjoyable to have the opportunity to reach inside a girl’s blouse or shorts.

But after having a relationship with my mom, I got tired of these fake touches. I was confident that if I ever touched a girl again, I would be able to make her take her panties off. However, I didn’t try these things again.

After graduating from high school, I went to college and settled into a dormitory at the school, which was the first time I had ever lived away from home on my own.

I miss my home a little bit, but I find that college life suits me well. For me, it’s a great place for both intellectual enrichment and intellectual liberation.

Late in the fall, the pastor from my hometown came with bad news: something had happened to a member of my family, a traffic accident. But he didn’t tell me the details. Although I was preparing for my final exams at the time, I drove home as soon as I got the news. When I was getting gas on the way, I called the police to ask them about it, but they were evasive and only told me to come back quickly.

I had a premonition that the misfortune of the underworld had finally come to our family.

When I arrived at the hospital, all I could see was my sister Rose alone, crying hysterically on one side, and the pastor was there, from whom I learned the details.

We were coming home from Mass in Dad’s caravan, which he had just bought, when we were hit by two private cars as we were passing through a canyon, Dad and Mom were not wearing their seatbelts and were killed instantly. My other sister was wearing her seatbelt but unfortunately the car came from her direction and of course she did not survive. Both of my brothers were seriously injured and lost a lot of blood.

Luckily Rose wasn’t with them.

The pastor said my mom was very upset that day and when he asked her why, she just said she had a fight with Rose and she said she didn’t know what was going to happen after that.

At dawn, two of my brothers died as well.

I took my sister back to my empty home, but she was soulful, as if she didn’t exist, didn’t eat, didn’t talk, didn’t care about anyone.

I cared for her meticulously and I was worried that she would kill herself.

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

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

I brought her home and lay down exhausted and fell asleep.

About an hour later, I woke up and wanted to go to the bathroom. When I passed by my sister’s room, I suddenly smelled an odor, I was busy knocking on the door of my sister’s room, but there was no reply, in a hurry, I began to bang on the door.

The door slammed open and I stumbled into the room, immediately smelling the pungent odor of gas and the hissing of the stove, thanking God that my sister was sleeping in the bed against the door, I rushed to carry her to the living room and lay her flat on the couch, then ran back to turn off the gas and the stove, and then opened the window wide, before returning to my sister.

Her face was much better and her breathing was a little more normal, but very weak.

I shook her hand hard and couldn’t stop saying, “Wake up, little sister, wake up. Oh, don’t scare me like that, little sister, don’t leave me, wake up, little sister, I love you, don’t leave me, wake up.”

She moaned out, “Leave me alone, I want to die, I should die, you won’t love me, I’m scared, let me die!”

“Don’t, little sister. Don’t you leave me alone ah, I’ve lost as much as you have, maybe more. Stop scaring brother, I don’t want to lose you as a sister again.”

She opened her eyes and cried out for the first time, “You don’t know, I killed them, it’s my fault!”

“What did you say? Brother knows you wouldn’t do that.”

She shook her head and said, “If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t be on the road and nothing would have happened.”

I did my best to reassure her, “Okay, so what exactly did you do?”

“Dad called me and said that Mom had told him about our fight and they were on their way back, and I heard on the phone that Mom and Dad were arguing, and I think they must have had an accident because they were arguing on the road.”

“Okay.” I said, “You and mom had a fight and dad tried to make up for it and then had an accident, but it wasn’t your fault. Well, tell your brother why exactly you and mom fought?”

“Because of you!” She said burying her head deep into the mat.

I was stunned, what business was it of mine?

At that moment I pursued her and finally figured out what was going on.

It started when my sister found my mom’s diary.

We as a family love to look back and every now and then we want to go through the past and look at it. That one time my sister had to write homework about her family, so she went to the attic to find materials, and by chance she found my mom’s diary and peeked into it even though she knew it was wrong.

What kills me is that Mom’s diary started when Dad went to work on the West Coast, the day Mom and I had our first experience that summer.

Although the diary records sweet things, it was certainly the beginning of a nightmare for her sister.

“I remember the diary detailing everything that happened after dad left.” She said, “The first week mom was very sad, but soon mom was happy, and she said in her diary that she was happy that night because she realized that you had grown into a man.”

She suddenly showed her teeth and smiled.

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

“Do you remember that night? The 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 to happen because she had never taught any of us other kids. I remember her eyes following you when you went back to bed until you disappeared down the aisle. I wanted to know what happened to you afterward, so I read Mom’s diary.”

I was surprised that my mom would be so careless as to not only record the experiences of our relationship, but actually make a big deal out of keeping such a racy diary in the attic. Of course I was curious to know how much detail she had recorded and if she really thought of me as a lover.

“When I saw the record of the first time you had sex, it broke my heart.” Her face turned to me, very angry, but sad, “You know what? I always thought you loved me!”

God, how did this happen?

I almost collapsed, was my sister jealous?

My sister spoke quickly at this point, as if she wanted to get everything out of her heart before she lost her nerve.

“I thought I could control myself, I mean, as much as I’ve suspected for a long time that you and mom had…had…that kind of relationship, when the facts were laid out in black and white in front of me, I just went crazy.”

“I ran to my mom and found every dirty word to abuse her, I called her a slut, a whore, a pervert. I chastised her for already having the best husband in the world, so why would she come and steal from the only man I ever loved.”

Hell! She said steal, so she has nothing to do with Dad at all.

“Wait a minute, little sister.” I stopped her in her tracks, “What did you just say? How come I always thought you weren’t interested in me?”

“I love you, brother, I always have.” She was a little shy, “Do you remember that time we collided in the aisle and held each other for five minutes?”

I laughed and said, “Of course I remember as if it were yesterday.”

“Do you know why I ducked out then? I was soaking wet down there, and I was afraid you’d think I was little and had peed my pants, and I didn’t want you to see me as a child.”

“I see.” I realized, “Then why did you keep avoiding me when I played ‘Do I Feel It’ with you? I thought you hated me.”

“Did I run when you touched my breasts?” She asked defiantly, “And then I avoided you because I wanted to see if you had the guts to come after me. You really are a bit childish, you know that?”

With that said she gave me a small smile that made me feel better.

But I had to ruin the mood because her guilt hadn’t gone away.

“How’s it going back there, tell me.” I continued, “Why do you think the accident was your fault?”

All at once her face clouded over again.

(ii)

“I know Mom told Dad about our fight and that she may have confessed something. I also heard Mom’s voice when Dad called me while he was driving. She seemed to be saying something like ‘don’t you know enough?’ , and I think Mom may have revealed something, but not about…about…” her voice dropped to a whisper for a moment, as if there were ears on the walls, “…about your promiscuous…incestuous affair. “

“I was worried that my dad had been arguing with my mom because he was angry and hadn’t noticed the other cars, and I warned him, but it didn’t work. If I hadn’t argued with mom, this wouldn’t have happened.”

I finally realized what was going on, and I caught her by the shoulders so that we were face to face.

“Listen to me, you seem to forget that Dad is a strong-willed, highly trained, principled man. He knows how to distinguish between feelings and duty, and no one does that better than he does. No matter what mom said to him at the time, he never lost control.”

“Do you trust your brother? Little sister. I talked to the officers who investigated the accident and they told me some facts. First of all, Dad saw the car on the other side of the road, and judging by the trajectory of the vehicle skidding after Dad braked, Dad wasn’t accelerating at the time, and he did everything he could to avoid a collision, but there was a cliff on the right side of the road, and there was no way out, and Dad did the best he could.”

“Also, even if it wasn’t for you, they’d still have to come back from church.” I stared into my sister’s eyes and said, “You only got them back a few minutes early, but the truth is that even if they were back a few minutes early or a few minutes late, on the way they would have run into that drunk driving asshole.”

“So it’s not your fault.”

My sister looked at me, looking much relieved, but suddenly she said jitterily, “So, what do we do now?”

“What do you say?”

“I said I love you, brother, and I need you. When you shook my hand earlier, I heard you say you loved me, so do you ‘need’ me too?”

I took her hand and went to my parents’ bedroom and laid her down on their bed.

To her surprise I just picked out a nightgown and put it on her and gave her a sleeping pill.

“I brought you here because we’re going to sleep together tonight, but just sleep.” I whispered in her ear, “I don’t want you to have an accident after what happened this afternoon, so I’m going to keep an eye on you.”

“But I won’t touch a finger of yours tonight, I have several things to think about.”

I watch my sister fall asleep and then return to her bedroom to find my mom’s journal. When I find it, I return to her.

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

I sat down in the easy chair where my mom used to sit and started reading her journal.

Even though I had been deeply infatuated with my mom, I could never really understand what was going on inside her mind, what place I held in her heart, how she viewed our relationship, and so on, I wanted to know, and I had to satisfy my curiosity.

The first thing I saw was a description of our first time, and one of the paragraphs captivated me.

“…… He licked my pussy and made me come once, but I had to pretend to come three times. He’s trying so hard, he needs confidence ……”

I was a little embarrassed by my mom’s description, but there was nothing in the words that didn’t show how much she loved and cared for her son, and that warmed my heart.

I didn’t feel much more comfortable until three weeks later.

“…… came five times today! This kid is a fast learner ……”

From my mom’s diary, I finally found out what had been bothering me all along–that my mom actually wanted to carry my child. I was shocked, but relieved.

The diary reveals that she would have loved to be pregnant with my child, but was never able to. As I said, mom also had some condoms and she hadn’t been 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 probably conceive, but until the end of our trimester, Mom wasn’t pregnant, so she wondered if I was sterile.

After reading my mom’s diary (which really only documented those three months of our relationship), I am deeply grateful to my mom. Not only did she bring me into this world, but she also took on the responsibility of making me an adult, and guided me through the wonderful aspects of the union between a man and a woman.

After letting go of my mom, I started to think about what my sister and I were going to do with our lives down the road.

Tonight, I purposely refused my sister’s advances because I know that grief is the strongest of masturbators. I didn’t want grief to mix into our sinful union, even though it would have been more exciting.

She asked me if I needed her, and of course I did, too much, but I wanted to think about it when we were both in our right minds.

I love my sister too, I don’t want to lose her, I want to look at her every day and have her and live with her.

My memories of the past, she said she 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 of circumstances, as long as we were together, it was as if any difficulty could be overcome.

I thought about the sexual aspect again, but the only words that came to mind were intercourse and making love. Just the thought of my sister’s innocent, lovely face and shapely body, and her delightful smile, my rod couldn’t help but throb and rise.

Oh, it must be even better if you do it with your sister than with your mom.

I came back to reality and considered what we should do going forward. I mean we have to get out of here, if we start a family here then everyone will know about it and rumors and vitriol will start all over. But I love this home we have now so much, it’s the house Dad and Mom left behind, and I really hate to leave it.

If we have to go, where should we go? There’s no way I’m going back to college. What would people say if you took your own sister back to the dorm? I don’t want to pursue a degree anymore. Didn’t I go to college to get a good job after graduation? Like everyone else, have money to have fun, get women to lick their pussies. To hell with that! I don’t need that. I already have my favorite woman.

I climbed into bed in my pajamas, and fell asleep against my sister.

I wrapped my arms around her, and the two of us were so close that I could still feel the pressure of my sister’s firm breasts through my nightgown, and the warm breath she exhaled sprayed my face with a hint of sweet scent that was intoxicating. We snuggled up like this and fell asleep.

I woke up the next day with a brilliant sunrise shining through the window.

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

She smiled slightly when she saw me open my eyes and probed to give me a sweet kiss, but only on my cheek.

Had her mind changed 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 face again.

I am determined to break the deadlock.

“When I said I loved you last night, I meant to ask you-would-you-want-to-marry-me? Sister.”

Her eyes steepled, and then she straightened up and pressed her hands firmly to her violently heaving chest.

“If that’s the only possibility.” She was a little agitated, breathing a little fast.

“Listen to me, little sister. 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, IDs that will actually come in handy. That way we could take different names and then we could get married legally. I want us to be together forever, and I will never love anyone else but you. Promise me, little sister.”

“That’s great, brother.” She was so excited that she shed tears, “I’ve been waiting for this day, I’m going to marry you, brother.”

“But there are some things I think we can do ahead of time.” She took a deep breath and said, “Like, making love, I don’t want to wait until my wedding day.”

I kissed her moist lips and said, “Whatever you want.”

The mouth was not idle.

I reached down to unbutton her nightgown and her body leaned fully against mine while kissing me passionately. I responded by gently nibbling on her bottom lip, sucking on it, and then up to her mouth, probing my tongue in, touching my sister’s soft, wet tongue and entwining it passionately. My sister resisted the attack of my tongue and followed suit, degreeing her own tongue into my mouth and sucking on each other passionately.

After I unbuttoned all the buttons of her nightgown, I let it slide down my sister’s shoulders to her waist. My sister’s breasts were fully exposed to me, and as I said, my sister looked like mom. Her nipples were a bright red color and were shaped just like mom’s. The snow-white breasts were not as full as mom’s, but they were full of the youthful vigor of young people, firm, with delicate skin that was extremely elastic.

I put my hands on those two lovely nipples and gently pinched and twisted them, feeling them begin to harden.

I was careful, it 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 breast, my lips traveling back and forth around the perimeter of the areola, feeling the slight shiver of my sister’s delicate skin as my lips squirmed.

“Oh…brother…my nipples…kiss my nipples…” she moaned.

My lips kissed my sister’s nipple, licking and sucking gently. My teeth nibbled lightly on my sister’s hardened nipple, pulling and tugging it from side to side as my tongue licked her nipple uncontrollably. My sister moaned constantly, her body twisting uncontrollably as she squeezed her breasts harder into my face.

I switched to the tip of my tongue, lightly teasing my sister’s nipple, the tip of my tongue resting against the small hole right in the center of the nipple, the tip of my tongue pushing in hard. My sister’s moans sharpened all of a sudden, and she reached up and wrapped her arms tightly around my head, burying it deep in her upturned bosom and rubbing it hard against my face.

“Oh…brother…it feels so good…I love it…” she said happily.

I let go of my assault on my sister’s nipples, smiled at her, and asked, “That’s comfortable, isn’t it? Are you wet down there? Is it getting hot and wet down there?”

My sister had already been made to feel springy and fawning by me, and her words were a bit reckless.

She gave me a wink and said, “I’m hot as a boiling stove down there, don’t you dare come in.”

I wrenched her body over so that her back was to me. I already knew last night that she wasn’t wearing any panties, so I leaned down to admire my sister’s privates from behind.

To my surprise, I didn’t see the usual pubic hair of an adult woman, my sister’s pussy was slightly graved with a cute little bright red slit, but there was not even an inch of grass around the slit. This made me recall the scene of my sister’s pussy when I played childish sex games with her as a child, and a warm feeling came to my heart.

My sister obviously noticed my reaction.

“I’m up an hour before you.” She said, “Remember when we were kids? Back then you desperately wanted to drag me into your room to lick my pussy like you did to your neighbor’s sister, but I just didn’t let you. When I woke up just now, I thought that if we made love today, I’d like you to taste my hairless pussy, just like when we were kids. So just now I shaved off all my hair. Brother, do you think that’s good?”

Realizing my sister’s intentions, I couldn’t help but smile pleasantly, “I told you I wanted you to marry me, didn’t I?”

“Yes!” She said busily.

“Okay.” I said, “Then let me savor my dear sister’s little pussy.”

I put my head between my sister’s legs and scrutinized her pussy.

Of course, my sister’s pussy had its own unique flavor, kind of like my mom’s, but much lighter. Her pussy lips were bright red and obviously hadn’t been picked by anyone else yet. A cleft in the slightly graved mound was clearly visible, very visible and sensitive. When my tongue probed her vaginal opening, even the slightest touch, my sister’s body trembled, looking very sensitive and shy.

My tongue tentatively pushed its way into my vagina, to my great surprise it was blocked by a membrane.

Turns out my sister really is still a virgin!

For a while I didn’t really know what to do, I had never had sex with a virgin before.

I’ve heard people talk about how when the first entry is made the woman can be very painful, so should I go in slowly or should I force my way in?

I carefully traced the shape of my sister’s hymen with my tongue, it looked like it was so thin and large that it should be easy to break through.

So I decided to force my way in.

My sister obviously appreciated the act of my tongue in her pussy, in fact, it was something my mom had taught me, a legacy she had left us.

“Oh…brother…this is so beautiful…it feels so good…is brother’s cock good like this too? Tell me…brother…I love it…”

I remembered that my mom had once said that incest increased the nasty, kinky feeling during sex, and I thought I needed to keep the tradition alive.

I let my sister’s hymen go for a moment, allowing myself to look at her face to face, and then repeated the conversation my mom and I had had, only now it was my turn to ask.

“Do you know what incest is?” I asked.

“Like we’re doing now.” She said, “Sexual relationships of family members.”

“Did you know that a lot of people think incest is wrong, immoral, and taboo?”

She nodded.

“So, here’s how we’re going to think about it when we make love, we may have to use different names in front of other people, but in bed I want to remember that we’re brother and sister. I love you, sister, and from now on when we make love you’re going to keep calling me brother and I’m going to call you sister, and we’ll be happier that way.”

“Okay, brother.” She comprehended quickly.

She reached down and grabbed my thick rod and said, “I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’d like to have my brother’s big cock in my sister’s mouth if you’d like.”

Oh, of course I want my sister to service my rod with her mouth, but not right now, I want to deflower my sister first before the rod has fired.

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

I fondled her breasts and asked, “What’s this?”

“My breasts.” She said.

“Correct.” My hand moved to her mound, “And what’s this.”

“My cunt.” She said.

“Correct, but I prefer to call it a slutty, kinky pussy, it sounds much cuter.”

Then I lifted my rod and asked, “As for this, many books call it a penis, but I don’t like it, my lovely sister should call it a…”

“Cock!” She blurted out suddenly.

I was surprised and asked, “How do you know the name, a virgin as pure as you can’t possibly know this?”

My sister smiled smugly and said, “I have a few sluttier girlfriends who told me about me. But none of them are as slutty as I am, because they haven’t dared to sleep with their brothers. I think that’s just because they don’t have a handsome brother like me.”

“So, to answer my earlier question, brother, are you willing to stick your big─cock─butt in your sister’s mouth?”

(iii)

She practically shouted the word ‘dick’ as she said it, as if she was afraid the world wouldn’t know what she was doing.

“Of course I do.” I said, “But not now.”

“I want the first time between us to start in your pussy and I’m going to cum in it. Are you ready? Sister.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

I knelt between my sister’s legs, holding my long, thick rod up against one of her lovely slits, the glans sinking in slightly, then sliding up and down along the trajectory of this slit, experiencing the stimulating sensation of the intimate, unobtrusive contact between the glans and the labia.

The mouth of my sister’s hole has long been wet, her pussy lips are sticky with slippery lewdness, and with the stimulation of my glans, the transparent liquid continues to gush out, and the warm lewdness clings to my glans, making my itch with a kind of impulse that can’t be suppressed.

I was afraid of cumming, so I hurriedly placed my glans right in the exact center of my sister’s hole and started pushing forward.

My sister was tight there, the tightest of any girl I’d ever touched.

Even though my sister’s hole was moist, the glans had a hard time advancing, the walls of my pussy were like a hoop, pressing tightly against my glans, trying to stop it from invading.

I pushed in very laboriously and slowly, and finally my glans touched the film, and the contact between the two made my sister’s body shudder.

“Feel that?” I asked as I kissed my sister’s earlobe, “My glans is already against your hymen, and if I stop now, then you are still a virgin. I wonder if my little sister would be willing to let her brother take her precious virginity?”

My sister’s hand pressed against my ass.

“It is a husband’s right.” She said, “Since my brother is my husband, it’s a brother’s right.”

Then she took the initiative to push my hips forward, and when my glans poked through my sister’s hymen, she just let out a low muffled grunt, still pushing my hips harder until my rod was fully inside.

We’re finally one!

From now on, we will be brother and sister as well as partners, man and woman as well as husband and wife. Our union will be lawful, and we will love one another until the end of our days.

I didn’t move a muscle as I lay there straddling my sister, experiencing the mind-blowing joy that comes from the union of spirit and flesh.

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

My sister’s pussy tightened around my rod, and the faint throbbing coming from the walls of her pussy synchronized with our heartbeats.

My sister’s exhaled warm breath sprayed on my neck, causing me to lick the back of her neck with my tongue.

Her breathing was getting rapid, the walls of her pussy were hot as fire as she had said, and they were beginning to squirm violently, squeezing my rod.

The gush of intense stimulation kept hitting my lower body and I began to jerk.

At first my movements were light and slow, giving my sister’s newly broken pussy time to adjust. My sister’s ever furrowed brow finally stretched, and moans ensued, and got louder and louder as I thrust.

“Faster…oh…faster…brother…oh…oh…the faster brother thrusts the less pain my sister will feel…oh… …oh…good…faster…brother…”

I had no intention of speeding up my movements because this was our first time and I didn’t want to cum so soon, I had to savor the wonders of my sister’s body.

But sex is for two people, and my sister had a right to make her demands, so I started pumping faster.

After five minutes, my sister’s panting became increasingly ragged.

“Oh… this is so wonderful… oh… brother… I’m going to come out… come on… brother… thrust harder into my sister’s slutty hole …Oh…let my sister leak out…”

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

I fought against my will to hold on until the moment of my sister’s orgasm.

I clenched my teeth and thrust harder and harder, my movements increasing.

My sister’s body is taken off the bed as I draw back my rod before I stab down hard, knocking her down hard on the bed.

After a few minutes of this, my sister’s thighs began to tremble violently, her pussy walls suddenly increased in secretion and contracted sharply, and I knew that my toughest moment had passed.

“Did it feel good, sister?” I asked under my breath, “Did my sweet little sister like the way her pussy felt the first time she was penetrated?”

“Oh! …Fantastic…my sister loves it!” She squealed, “Brother, give me more…”

I fucked my sister’s narrow, tightly packed flesh even harder, and the squirming of her pussy walls eventually morphed into a violent earthquake of great proportions.

This time, I couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Do you want me to cum outside?”

“Hmm?”

“I said, I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed, “Is it that you want me to cum outside your pussy?”

My sister got the message and immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and said firmly, “NO!!!”

“But if ……”

She clung to my body and came up to my ear and whispered, “My safe period is over, I want a little baby. Brother, husband, give my sister a little baby oooh.”

The sound was so low that it was barely audible, but my sister’s words were more stimulating than all the raunchiest of words, and in one fell swoop they pushed us both to orgasm.

I heard the most provocative words in the world, and my rod couldn’t contain the radiating pleasure and finally erupted. I plunged my rod deep inside my sister, right into her womb, and then indulged in shooting all my life essence into the mouth of her sweet womb, fantasizing about my thousands of spermatozoa swimming inside her womb and forming a love child with her egg.

Oh, I’m practically dying of pleasure.

The walls of my sister’s pussy contracted, tightening around my ever-spraying rod as if she wanted to bite it off and keep it inside herself forever.

My sister’s body spasmed extremely, her muscles tensed, her pretty face reddened, her hands unconsciously pinched my shoulders hard, her erect bosoms grinding frantically against my chest, while her lower body clung to me, welcoming me quickly, her inner walls periodically convulsing, loosening and tightening, completely accepting all that the rod sent out, without leaking a drop.

When all had been said and done, our consciousness gradually returned.

My sister padded a pillow over her ass, then tenderly stroked me as I collapsed on top of her, gently kissing my shoulder to calm her own panting.

“Mom’s marriage handbook says this will increase the chances of conception.” As she kissed me, she said, “I won’t restrict your movements or force you to stay with me unless you want to, brother. You said you wanted to marry me, I assume you meant to start a family.”

“Sure.” I told her, “But you can reject me until you have a baby.”

“Can people who aren’t married have children?”

“Oh, I’m not sure how many people in the world are actually married to siblings.” I said, “So I’m not sure they’ll do what we did. We need to be careful unless we can get out of this place right away. You and I are the only ones living in this big house right now, and if your belly suddenly gets bigger, that would be more amazing than any scientific discovery.”

“I can’t think about it that much.” She said, “You’re bound to be a father by the end of the year anyway.”

Then she smiled again and said, “That was just perfect, just wonderful, and I’m so glad that our first time was in Mommy and Daddy’s bed, in this home that we love so much. What do you think, brother?”

“Only a little regret.” I said.

Then I told her the dream I had when I was a child about the first time for both of us, when I dreamed that we could be on a romantic seaside beach in the dusk of the evening sun, letting the sea wash over our tightly bonded bodies, oblivious to the world and free to be free to bond in the embrace of nature.

My sister giggled at that, but seemed very mesmerized.

“You should have told me sooner.” She said, a little sultry, “I could have waited.”

“Don’t say anything stupid.” I said, “That was nothing more than my ridiculous dream, and I know you want to start our first time here, in mom and dad’s bed, and I love you so much that I won’t deny you that. As for my dream, we’ll always have a chance in the future.”

“Too bad it wasn’t our first time.” Said her tears suddenly flowing down her face, “My brother actually wanted our first time to be on the beach so badly, it’s been a dream of my brother’s for years, and one day I’ll find a way to repay him.”

The following days we were making all sorts of arrangements and plans to sell our house, claim all of our parents’ insurance, and leave the place that had made me a grown man and filled me with both happiness and pain. We were going to find a new place in the outside world where we could settle down and start a family that was truly for both of us.

After that, I ran around and met up with some old friends to get new identification, mainly birth certificates for both of us, with which we could apply for social security and driver’s licenses. I also had to get a fake military service certificate so I wouldn’t have to be in the military for a few more years.

When I returned home in the evening, my sister greeted me at the door, naked except for a wintry smile on her face. I picked her up, set her down on the soft grass in the yard under the old oak tree, and fucked her on the spot, ambulating her as I always did.

But my sister can’t seem to get enough of it.

“Brother, we’ve already fucked in Mom and Dad’s bed, on the couch, in the tub, in the kitchen, and in the yard, but when am I going to get to suck my brother’s big cock in my mouth?”

“So, first tell your brother, do you really want this, or do you have to do this to please him?”

She giggled cheekily and said, “Mommy’s diary said you were good with your mouth, and I want to try it.”

She lowered her head and licked my flaccid rod like it was ice cream, quickly making me hard again. When I had regained my hardness, she opened her mouth and swallowed my rod by the roots, and then began to vigorously stroke it up and down.

“Oh sister.” I groaned, “You’re doing fantastic, brother cheer you on.”

My sister’s throat kept making gurgling sounds, the rod was thick and long, but it seemed that my sister licked it very vigorously, her tongue couldn’t stop rolling around my rod, while the tip of her tongue teased my cum-sucking mouth from time to time, and as a result, in less than five minutes, I ejaculated in my sister’s mouth.

The next ’69’ position was a natural progression, with my tongue violently attacking my sister’s lewd pussy and my meat stick in her cute little mouth, which she was obviously enjoying.

We satisfied each other with our mouths a few times that night.

Soon everything was in place.

We had a new name and new identification, the house was sold, our parents’ insurance gave us significant savings, and the hurtful thought was what to do with our family’s belongings.

I left my mom’s journal and my sister kept my parents’ queen-sized bed before packing up some of my own clothes.

My sister was walking around the inside of the house naked all day, just like my mom did back when she and I were on our ‘honeymoon’. Of course I appreciated the view a lot, at least it took the edge off my worries. The only time my sister wore some clothes was when people came over, but it was just sweatpants, a sweatshirt and sandals.

The good thing is that no one lives around our house, so she can still be like that. But our new home will most likely be in town, and then it will be hard for her to be this casual.

I keep my mom’s diary only because I see it as my only connection to her and I have so much more to say to her. If I remember anything I’ll write a footnote next to her diary.

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

Turning to the page I had marked, it was where mom had commented on my ever improving lovemaking skills. I wrote down what I was going to say to my mom on it, and I told her that everything she had taught me I was now using on her daughter.

On the last volume of mom’s diary, it tells about mom’s opinion about her sister’s discovery of her diary, from which I can learn about mom’s pain and the confusion of her thoughts, what shocked me the most is the last paragraph of mom’s: “Now that I’ve realized that Rose really loves him, I wish that they could be together forever, that they could live happily ever after, but unfortunately, this world won’t allow this kind of relationship to to exist. Oh, my poor child.”

I decided to start documenting all of my experiences with my sister later in life later on in this page. I wanted to tell my mom that I had found a way, even though it came at a huge cost.

I told my mom that as much as I loved my sister, I was willing to give up that love if there was any way to turn them back to the world, and I thought my sister must feel the same way.

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

About three months after my sister and I had sex, I was following up on our experiences in my mom’s diary, as I always did, and I turned to where my mom had argued that I didn’t have the ability to ‘conceive’, a question that had haunted me for some time, and which I was now finally able to answer to my mom.

“Dear mom─now, you don’t have to worry about your son’s infertility anymore, because I got my sister pregnant. The reason why you and I didn’t have any success in conception, I think, is that maybe the two of us weren’t suited for each other.”

One day at dinner, my sister told me she wanted some sauerkraut and ice cream, and I was surprised when I said, “Who in the world would eat that?”

“Pregnant women.” She said softly.

It took me a while to realize, “You mean we…we…have it?”

“Yes, brother, I’m pregnant and it’s your baby.”

I flew over to her from this end of the table, knelt down in front of her, kissed her hand and said, “Now that we have everything but a registration certificate, we’ll get out of here right away and make it official. Oh, how I love you now, do you know that, sister?”

My sister came up with a good and practical solution.

She said, “We’re leaving here in a week, and I don’t want to come back here once I’m my brother’s legal wife. I will go to jail if we still live here.”

“But if someone else notices…”, I said with some difficulty.

“Brother, why are you confused, I’ve only had it for six weeks, we’ll still have plenty of time by the time anyone can tell.”

“But.” She added, “Right now, all I want to do is celebrate in bed, and brother, you wouldn’t mind sleeping with a pregnant woman, would you?”

“How so?” I hastened to confess, “I can’t imagine any pregnant woman being more sexy and attractive than you.”

That night we partied all night long and gathered all the love, passion and feeling we had, and I will always remember this day and the fact that I got my sister pregnant, and I will treasure it forever in the depths of my memory.

A week later, we went to Lino to get married and officially tie the knot.

We stayed there and partied for a week and had a sweet honeymoon.

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

It’s a beautiful city with great scenery and fishing and hunting.

I easily found a job as an auto mechanic in the area and made a good living.

Of course, our sex life was maddening, and frankly, sex with a pregnant woman was simply wonderful. Looking at my growing belly and darkening nipples, it’s hard to keep my arousal high. Especially when you feel the restless beating of the baby in your belly during sex, that can definitely stimulate all your nerves and give you a kind of warlike pleasure.

A month later, my first daughter was born and I named her Asari. When I held my newborn daughter for the first time, the feeling was completely beyond words. I couldn’t wait to give her all my love, all that I have and all the most beautiful things in the world. She was my daughter, my baby, and I would have given up anything for her.

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

That night, I recorded my feelings in my mom’s journal, telling her she had a beautiful and loving granddaughter just like her.

I never told my sister about keeping a journal, but she obviously found out.

At the bottom of the page where I recorded my sister’s pregnancy, I found her handwriting.

“Dear Mom–don’t just listen to your brother’s bullshit, there’s me. ‘We’ are pregnant!”

Watching my sister’s mischief, I could only laugh bitterly as I wrote down Asari’s birthday and some of her characteristics. I thought mom would find these funny.

Due to the doctor’s advice, it took two months after my sister gave birth for us to start having sex again. My sister was a little worried that due to the birth, it would affect her attraction to me. But I quickly proved with my actions that my love for her was unchanged and even greater than before.

Her breasts were much bigger, and I loved to grab her milk with my daughter. I enjoyed sucking on my sister’s breasts and savoring the sweet taste, which might have something to do with the fact that I rarely had the chance to eat my mother’s milk when I was a child.

I enjoyed having her clamp her fat breasts around my rod, smearing the squeezed milk on her boobs and tonguing them. We were both mesmerized by this extremely kinky lovemaking.

Asari grew up healthy and fast, and four years later, our second daughter, Christy, was born. But this time we suffered a misfortune when my sister had a difficult labor. After the delivery, the doctor told me that my wife’s life would be in danger if she had any more children and advised me to put her on birth control.

My sister was sad because she wanted to have more children like her mom. I reassured her that I couldn’t lose her, that we already had two lovely daughters and couldn’t afford to take unnecessary risks.

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

If anyone was lucky enough to see the two of us having wild sex in bed, who would think it was a brother and sister?

Chapter 3: Memories of the Beach

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If this is an ancient Greek tragedy, I’d have to say that our always peaceful and harmonious life has been marred by something out of the blue.

Actually, it wasn’t a big deal, except that our family moved back to California when Asari was ten and Christy was six.

Fate always likes to play tricks on people, and life is always in the round.

Ten years ago, we had to leave our beloved home in order to be legally united with our beloved sister, and ten years later, our family had to move back to our old neighborhood, only this time with two adorable daughters.

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

Of course, instead of going back to where we were living, we found a new residence near the coastline and settled down.

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

But by the time my oldest daughter, Asari, turned fifteen, life began a new cycle, only this time, instead of my mom and sister, it was my two daughters.

I was dreaming big in my hammock one afternoon when my sister suddenly came over and woke me up from a good dream.

“It’s a beautiful day.” She said, “I’m sure the beachfront will be even more beautiful at sunset. But why don’t you take Sally (nickname for your eldest daughter) for a walk on the beach? I remember a long time ago, didn’t you once have a dream? I think it’s time for her to fulfill your dream.”

“Huh?” I was a little confused, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You really don’t remember? I put her in panties, a bra, jeans, and a loose top just as you envisioned, and I thought she’d have a beautiful silhouette when facing the setting sun’s afterglow.”

“What do you mean by that, sister?” I still don’t understand.

“Look at your memory, didn’t you tell me a long time ago that you wanted to take my virginity on the beach at sunset? I also said that one day I would let you realize your dream, only that the person who is realizing your dream now is not me, but your daughter Asari, by whom I was just replaced.”

I froze for a moment, it turned out that at that time, my sister made my dream fall through because she wanted to fulfill her own requirements, it seems that her heart has always been guilty of wanting to make up for her ‘fault’, which is not bad, I also like it, but I did not expect to make my own daughter become a victim.

In the first place, it’s already very out of character for a brother to marry his sister, but if I get hitched to my own daughter, then I’m not a human being.

I was busy stammering against such an arrangement.

At that moment, Asari came out of nowhere, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and whispered in my ear, “Come on Daddy, you’ve already fucked your mom and your sister, but don’t tell me you’re going to draw the line at your own daughters oooh.”

“I was going to say that.” I said, “It’s not right to have sex with your own daughter, and besides, you’re just a kid.”

“Daddy, I’m older than you were when you made love to your mom.” She said with a smirk.

“How can this be compared?” I said firmly, “It’s different for boys, and as I said, I’m going to draw the line at that with my own daughter.”

“Then,” snapped the sister, “don’t fuck your daughter, fuck your niece.”

“What …… what …… what?” I stammered again.

“Sally is your niece,” my sister continued, “and because I’m your sister, my daughter is your niece. Is that all right?”

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Oh, well, it seems some things can’t be avoided.

I turned to my daughter and said, “Sally, what do you think? I want to know if this is what you really think, if this is what you want, or if your mom asked you to do this.”

She leaned over me and gave me a passionate, passionate kiss that I would remember years later.

“I’m the one who wanted it, Daddy. I’ve read Grandma’s diary and seen all the things you did with Grandma and Mom, and I think incest is such a wonderfully good idea, just like when you called Mom ‘sister’, it’s so much fun, it’s exciting to think about.”

Maybe it was a stupid thing for me to keep my mom’s diary.

I left my daughter to get the camping gear and sleeping bags ready and carry them to the car, and then, I turned to my slightly crazy sister/wife.

“I guess you realize I don’t have time to go into town and buy condoms, don’t you?”

My sister smiled and said, “Of course, that’s why I didn’t tell you until now.”

“Listen to me, it’s dangerous. What if I get my daughter pregnant? She herself is a product of our incest, and I’m worried that if we have a child ……”

“You don’t want to disappoint her,” her sister smiled even sweeter, “Sally’s been thinking about her baby’s name for a week now.”

I was truly stunned this time.

My sister suddenly wrapped her arms around me, but not a lover’s embrace, but a maternal comforting one.

“Don’t worry honey, it’s going to be fine,” she tried desperately to reassure me, “I’ve also heard many reports of children born from incest being deformed, but that won’t be the case with our Sally, they’ve both been perfectly healthy, absolutely healthy.”

“Maybe,” I said, somewhat dismissively, “but they’re only the first generation, so maybe we just got lucky.”

“Look,” my sister was getting a little angry, “you and I don’t have any problems, so there’s nothing wrong with our child. I really don’t see how you and Sally’s baby could possibly be a monster.”

Then she played her last 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 do want a son, maybe it’s my chauvinism kicking in, but I do want a son.

While I was hesitating, my sister burst into tears, and although her voice was small, her tearful eyes hurt my heart to see.

I feel like such a total asshole.

For fifteen years I’ve taken care not to let my sister suffer, but now for the first time I’ve made my sister cry.

I simply hate myself.

Well, I’m going to go along with the crazy plan she’s made, and if that makes her happy, I’m going to do it, even if it’s as crazy as it gets.

It was a long way to the beach I was going to, the place was close to my hometown, it was a very small cove with a beautiful view but very few people would come there, if my daughter and I made love here we didn’t have to worry about anyone finding out, which was the main reason why I chose that place.

I kept talking to my daughter on the way, I wanted to allay some of her fears as she was afraid I would be very rough with her, but for me, once I decided to have sex with my daughter, I would take it very seriously.

In fact, she was a very cute girl, very pretty, with a well-developed body, especially with a pair of full and firm breasts inherited from her grandmother and mother, and with her red hair and hazel eyes, she was full of youth and health.

If she wasn’t my daughter, I’d be twelve hundred thousand percent willing to have sex with her.

I decided to skip the pranks that my mom had done to me once and that I had inflicted on my sister because my daughter seemed very aware of our relationship and what it meant to have sex between us.

We talk about her studies, her favorite movies, the songs she loves to listen to, the books she likes to read, pretty much everything except sex.

Later, I asked her, “Tell Daddy, when was the first time you heard the word incest? Because your mom and I have never talked about it at the dinner table.”

“Oh, Uncle, Dad,” she said, “what little kids know about sex doesn’t usually come from their parents, and one of my friends told me she really wanted to have sex with her dad, but was afraid to because it was incest.”

“I heard the word for the first time and didn’t understand what it meant at all, and my teacher hadn’t said anything about it, so I looked it up in the dictionary and then asked my mom,” she continued, “I asked my mom why people can’t be incestuous, and she said that I should read my grandmother’s diary. “

Oh, hell!

I said how could my mom’s diary, which I’d been keeping carefully, end up in my own daughter’s hands? It turned out to be my lovely, cunning sister who was tearing me down behind my back.

As you can imagine, when a daughter sees that her family has already had a history of incest for at least two generations, it’s not at all surprising that she would want to have sex with her own dad.

“Dad, do you think we’re forcing you? I don’t want dad to think that way, and if dad doesn’t like his daughter like that, I can give it up.”

Oh, now I really kind of like my daughter, at least she knows how to care about me as a dad.

In fact, it’s a lie to say you don’t want to have sex with your daughter.

My daughter was so young, beautiful and energetic, reminding me of my sister when she was young, and of course, what excited me even more was the fact that I could have lusted after all the women in the upper, middle and lower generations of our family, something that was exciting to think about.

“I was just worried about hurting you, baby.” I assured her, “Daddy is certainly very interested in having sex with his baby girl. Originally, Daddy didn’t really want to touch you, but now I know that you’re very ‘sexually’ interested in Daddy, and your Mommy doesn’t object to me doing it. Now, Daddy is going to teach you the most important lesson of your life, Daddy is going to teach you what sex between a man and a woman is all about. I hope your future husband doesn’t come after your daddy, because it’s all your mommy’s fault.”

Finally, we drove down to the beach.

As I expected, there was no one here (the neighborhood calls it ‘Lost Beach’ because of the deserted surroundings).

We arrived just in time, just as the sun was setting.

We dropped off our bags, got our sleeping bags ready, and started kissing each other.

But, honestly, as a father, I love my daughter, but as a love between a man and a woman, I don’t think it can exist between us. Because all my love has been given completely to my sister, and when I made love to my sister, it was a fusion of spirit and flesh, whereas now when I make love to my own daughter, it’s purely just sex.

The sun had completely disappeared below sea level, and the evening sun was reddening the entire sky as I slowly undressed my daughter.

She stood on a sand dune, sideways, bathed in the beautiful evening sunlight, looking so beautiful that it brought my childhood dreams to the forefront of my mind.

Oh, my dreams will soon be realized.

I got excited.

I picked up my naked daughter and walked towards the sleeping bag, laying her flat on it, then quickly removed my own clothes and held her naked, petite body tightly in my arms.

While I sucked on her small, lovely breasts, my fingers went down to her bottom, testing her delicate virginity and plunging them in.

Hmm?

I was a little surprised as I didn’t explore the hymen, so it looks like my dreams are going to be in vain after all.

I couldn’t help but marvel at how open junior high school students are nowadays, already knowing the joys of male and female love at a young age, but I was also a little angry at which bastard had stolen my daughter’s first time that should have belonged to me before I did.

My daughter seems to understand my feelings very well.

“I use candles, Daddy. Don’t be mad, you’re my first man, and I promise you that until I have Daddy’s baby, Daddy’s the only man I’ll ever have,”

I see. It seems that my daughter will not be able to experience the pain of breaking her body.

My tongue started at her breasts and worked its way down to her pussy.

Her pussy was a lot like her mom’s, but produced more juice, and her flow was so heavy that I couldn’t believe I didn’t have time to lick it clean, getting a big wet spot on my sleeping bag.

It should be noted that I didn’t even engage in the necessary pre-sex flirting, but she was already a wet mess there.

As I said, she didn’t have a hymen, her hymen had long since been dedicated to the Christmas candle, so I didn’t have to be compassionate, even though my meat stick was much bigger than the Christmas candle.

Sure, I recognized that having sex with my own fifteen-year-old daughter was exciting, but in many ways, doing it with my sister was probably more pleasurable for me.

Because first and foremost we truly love each other, and our love has reached a high spiritual level that goes beyond just penis and pussy.

And, my favorite is my sister’s breasts.

Asari’s breasts were not small despite their size, especially for her age. And her breasts were firm and bouncy, as proud of her as she was of her youth.

Unfortunately, I like the breasts of really mature women, and while youth is enviable, young breasts don’t always give me more stimulation than my mom and sister give me.

Perhaps when her breasts are able to produce juice and her nipples have been sucked on by her little one, they will become more attractive.

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

We kept changing positions, at first I was on top, then switched to doggy style.

It was when the switch was made to Asari on top that gave me some excitement, as I loved watching her breasts bounce as her body lurched.

I love the feeling of rubbing my daughter’s breasts with my hands while pumping my rod.

My hands were one on each side, at first just pressing on my breasts, letting them jiggle in my palms with the rise and fall of my body, before I started squeezing and rubbing harder.

Such an attack turned Asari on so much that she moaned and groaned.

Seeing that it was about time, I rolled over and pinned her underneath me and began the final push.

My rod was hard as an iron bar, moving in and out faster and faster like an oiled drill, and I was determined to make her reach a real orgasm and then give away my entire stock.

As my thrusts became more and more violent, Asari’s orgasm came quickly, and she clung to me like an octopus.

“Oh …… I’m coming …… uncle …… oh …… daddy …… Cum in …… I want a baby …… Me and Daddy’s baby …… Cum in ahhh ……Dad……Come on……Come on……Come to me……Come to my daughter… …mmmm …… give it to me ……”

Oh, I can’t disappoint my own daughter.

My cum spurted out, all of it pouring deep into my daughter’s pussy.

Upon emptying all my inventory, I felt supremely satisfied.

“Let Daddy be a father again and have a grandchild.” I whispered in her ear, “Good girl, give daddy a son, and maybe someday you can make love to your son, who is also your brother.”

We were lying on the beach, and as I wrapped my arms around her, an evil thought suddenly rose in my head.

As my daughter said, incest really has a wickedly timeless appeal, and perhaps in the distant past when incest was taken for granted, people didn’t think it was any different from eating and sleeping, but due to the rise of modern so-called civilization, incest has become illegal in many places, but this has rather added to the excitement and sense of rebellion that comes with incest.

Just like our family, when I had sex with my mom, I was still a child who didn’t know any better, and at that time, all I experienced was the pleasure of sex, it was only when I gradually grew up that I recovered a trace of the shame of incest from the memories, and perhaps at that time, the only one who really experienced the excitement of incest was my mom.

As for my sister and I, to be honest, I would hardly think we were incesting if we didn’t like to call each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ during our carnal encounters.

Now it was my daughter’s turn to realize the joy of betraying morality, and I wondered how she felt about incest.

“What do you think, baby? Are you going to fuck my grandson in the future, just like your grandma and I did?”

“I don’t know, Daddy.” She said, “Now I don’t think so. I loved having sex with Daddy, even getting pregnant with Daddy’s baby, but I don’t want to have sex with my own son. For one thing, they’re not you, and right now I’m not interested in having sex with another man. For another, once I’m married, I’ll be faithful to my husband and won’t let my son in my bed.”

“Suppose your husband died suddenly, what would you do?”

“If that were the case, I might sleep with my son, or simply come back to be with you, Papa,” she said firmly, “but not as long as my husband lives.”

She’s only fifteen, but she’s realistic.

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

I sincerely hope she finds a man like that.

But if that man had hurt her, I would have killed that asshole.

“It’s a little cold.” I said, “Come on, good girl, let’s do it again and then go home.”

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” She snickered foodily, “Does Daddy only last twice?”

“Of course I can stick it in you until you scream for help, you little devil,” I smacked her gently, “and I’ve got a little bit left for your mom, we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.”

After that, whenever Asari and I needed something, we would have an orgy. But she didn’t dare to go to bed with me or my sister because my sister was actually jealous of her daughter, and I’m pretty sure my sister would have gouged out her eyeballs if she had actually dared to climb into our bed.

Of course I don’t leave my own daughter out in the cold, we probably come over that many times a week, two or three times a week.

I taught her a variety of ways to have sex, and she especially liked anal sex, which made me happy because my sister, while she didn’t object to me entering her anus, obviously didn’t like it, and now it was good to have a daughter to satisfy me.

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

We made it to the beach again just before sunset, and Asari stood on the dunes, turned sideways to meet the blood-tinged sunset, stripped off her clothes one by one, and then satisfied my horny daddy with her tits, ass, lustful mouth and pussy.

“This is an important time for me, Dad.” She said, “My period has stopped for three months.”

She walked toward me and pressed my hand to the small of her back.

“What kind of name are you going to give him?”

“Richard,” I said, “that’s my dad’s name.”

Her other hand also pressed on the slightly bulging belly and said, “Richard, this is your daddy and mommy.”

I kissed her belly and said, “My son, Daddy loves you so much.”

That night, I got back the joy of having sex with a pregnant woman and we had a wild and kinky night on the beach.

I went home and told my sister about Asari’s pregnancy to surprise her, not realizing that she already knew.

We pretended to arrange for Asari to study abroad in France for a year, but actually placed her in a room we rented in Oregon.

This way, Asari’s honor is protected from harm and we can visit her more often.

In fact, my sister and I take turns going to be with her every day, and when we have a weekend, we have a family reunion.

During those days, I had a rare break, knowing that being tired of dealing with two women like wolves every day was also exhausting.

I was surprised to feel a sense of relief when it was my sister’s turn to accompany Asari.

Because although my sister is usually very demure, when it comes to bed, she will be like a different person, passionate, not knowing how to get tired of it, and my daughter Asari is simply a slut, every day at the same time to cope with two people, my body is even better will be dragged down.

I asked my sister to go stay with my daughter actually to get out of the way for a while so I could have some down time.

And, of course, it won’t be forgotten that I have a young daughter, Christy.

A week after Asari announced her pregnancy, one night my ten-year-old little girl, Christy, walked into my study.

“Mommy says you should take me to the beach tonight, Daddy. Shall we go? I want to see the shells and sea urchins on the beach.”

It wouldn’t be bad to go to the beach and pick up shells and look at the ocean, I was just thinking that when Christy added.

“You’re going to teach me how to make little babies, Daddy, just like you and Sister did.”

Oh, my God!

That’s more like it!

“Rose, get over here, now.” I yelled.

It seems that my sister has gone a bit off the deep end, and she dares to help me out with such an idea.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, or that you don’t like it.” My sister walked in, “Why did you say no this time, is she any different from Sally?”

This time I found a rebuttal.

“She’s still just a ten year old.”

My sister, who had obviously expected me to say that, walked up to me and whispered into my ear, “When you and Sally went to the beach last week, I slept with Christy, who is hairless oooh.”

No hair?!!!

My rod swelled, my thoughts flew back to my elementary school days, and the pure and innocent sex games of my childhood came to mind.

Oh, I know where to put my meat stick.

I told Christy to go ahead and put on her bathing suit, grab her sleeping bag and meet me at the car.

“Oh, great.” She said, clapping her hands happily.

“How much does she know?” I asked.

“She doesn’t know anything, I just told her you would teach her everything, everything about how to have a baby. She really doesn’t know anything, so you’ll have to teach her and do your duty as a father.”

Then she stared into my eyes for a moment before she said, “Let her fall like us.”

If you look at it from an incest point of view, my sister and I had a fairly monotonous sex life, limiting our lovemaking to very traditional intercourse and oral sex only, the opposite of the anti-traditional aspects of incest, with none of the modern fads of bondage or SM or anything like that.

Although I achieved mental and physical fulfillment every time I made love to her, it always lacked excitement.

Now, I recognized that my sister was indeed a bit of a mental pervert, and while she acted conservatively herself, she took great pleasure in seeing her two innocent daughters transformed into two sluts by me.

Unlike her slutty and outgoing sister, Christy is a loner by nature, naturally shy, very homesick and friendless.

While Asari already knew how to masturbate, Christy didn’t understand a thing about it.

I’m a bit at a loss as to how I’m going to spend tonight with my youngest daughter, Christy.

I wonder how she’ll react when I stick my tongue in her mouth when I kiss her?

Will she bite me?

Would she have sexual urges at such a young age?

Does she feel and get wet when I tease her pussy?

All of this, I don’t know.

But I want to know what her childish pussy tastes like.

So does the fact that she’s young and a virgin give me a stronger thrill than her mother and sister?

Her breasts have very little started to develop, does it harden when I lick her nipple?

Does she get excited?

I decided that we would start with the mouth, I wanted to know just how much of my thick rod could be accommodated by my daughter’s little mouth.

It may be necessary for me to take some tough measures, as I did with my fellow classmates when I was a kid.

I would teach her to know the necessary erotic vocabulary, and I would explain it to her in detail every step of the way, all the way up to the point where my rod pierced her hymen.

Oh no, my mind is so perverted that incest is just fine, and now I’m actually trying to rape even young girls.

I can’t do that. I can’t jeopardize the innocence of my sweet, innocent little daughter.

But then I asked myself, “Didn’t I think a long time ago that one day I would play with my daughters? Didn’t I want to give them my best stuff? My best thing is of course my hot cum, I should shoot it into her mouth, into her body, it’s a father’s love for his daughter, I can’t stop.”

I’ve decided that I won’t stop what I’m doing, but I’ll make sure I don’t hurt my daughter, and I’ll be gentle!

That, too, is the only thing I can guarantee.

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This time we arrived at the beach earlier than the previous times, the sun had not yet set, but the surrounding area was still deserted.

The fresh sea breeze blew slightly, bringing up gusts of coolness.

Early fall, has arrived.

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

Of course, only those with ulterior motives, such as wanting to fuck their daughters, would come to this deserted beach at this time of year.

I knew there was a cave nearby that I had found on my previous visits, and I planned to use it as a love nest that my daughter and I would share for the night.

Christy looked happy to see the sea for the first time, and with my permission, she went off to the beach alive to collect shells, while I started gathering dry wood and getting the fire going.

When night fell, I called my playful daughter back.

If you look at it from an onlooker’s perspective, it’s a very idyllic and romantic scene.

A loving father, and an innocent, lively daughter, in a cave with a melting campfire, looking out at the dusk beach beyond, listening to the sound of the sea breeze ‘rustling’ the sand as it rolled by, savoring the sumptuous picnic lunch they had prepared.

Oh, how can this teach one to think of anything unethical next to it?

After eating, Christy and I sat together around the campfire, the roaring flames lighting up the entire cave and warming the air around us.

I gently took Christy in my arms, but not very tightly, hoping to let her feel my love for herself, and the security I brought to her.

On the distant horizon, the sun had sunk, the blood-red evening sunlight illuminated most of the sky, the shimmering sea flickered with ruddy flames, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, everything in heaven and earth seemed to have changed color.

I also became gentle, my palms lovingly caressing my daughter’s soft, beautiful hair, my lips gently kissing her alabaster white, flawless face and forehead.

“Everything is so beautiful here, Daddy,” his daughter said, clearly mesmerized by the beautiful view of the beach, “How long can we stay here?”

“Stay as long as you want, baby.” I replied.

Gathering my wits, I took a deep breath and calmed myself completely.

“But I thought you had some questions for Daddy? Like about the little baby.”

My daughter perked up all of a sudden and she looked up at me.

“Yes, Daddy, is my sister going to have a little baby? How did she get her little baby? Her friend Judy is older than her, but why doesn’t she have a little baby?”

“Listen to me, little baby, Sally has little babies because Daddy ‘fucked’ her and made love to her before she could get pregnant and have little babies.”

Knowing that she wouldn’t understand even if I said that, I decided to stick to my plan; I was going to let her ask her own questions and then I would answer her.

Perhaps she did not even anticipate that she herself was being seduced by her own father.

“What is pregnancy, Daddy?” My daughter asked with decided curiosity.

Good, that’s the first question.

“Well, let’s put it this way, when a girl has a little baby in her belly and is ready to give birth, it’s called pregnancy.”

But the next question clearly embarrassed Christie, so it took half a swallow to get out, so low I could barely hear it.

“So, what’s a ‘fuck’ then, Dad? Isn’t that a curse word?”

“That’s right, if you use it as a curse word, it is a curse word, but if you use it in any other way, it stands for something very wonderful. ‘Fuck’ means that Daddy puts his big cock (penis) in Sally’s pussy (pussy) and then cums in it.”

My daughter blinked with a confused look on her face, clearly these words were just a little too difficult for a little girl under eleven who neither knew nor understood what they meant.

Of course, she was even less aware that I, the father, was lyrically and cozily caressing her slightly bulging breasts and the roots of her soft thighs.

“Daddy, why can’t I understand what you’re saying? What is Daddy’s ‘big cock’? And, Sally doesn’t have any kittens, so how do you put your ‘big cock’ in there? And, uh, that, that, what is ejaculation? Is it something you have to put in a place?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile, “a very wonderful place.”

“Dad, I’m confused for you.”

“Well, baby, let’s not talk about that, 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, and when I pulled down my own pants, my daughter didn’t show any sign of surprise, but instead looked at the column between my legs with great interest, as if she had suddenly discovered some new and exciting treasure.

Of course, my rod was already erect and standing straight up at ninety degrees due to the thought that I was about to lure my daughter into a frightful state, but my daughter obviously didn’t realize what that meant, and certainly couldn’t have known that very soon I was going to be forcing my own thick, hard, and long thing into her poor virginal body.

“See, this is Daddy’s ‘big cock’, or you can call it a penis, a big dick or whatever you want, and Daddy uses it to make girls have babies. Daddy first used it to make your mom give birth to you and Sally, and then he used it to make your sister pregnant. All Daddy needs to do is put it in your ‘kittens’, oh it’s just a name, it’s not a real cat, it’s just one of those things that all girls have, and you have it too, baby.”

“Me too, Dad?”

“Yes, it is …… Well, but there’s no way Daddy can point it out to you if you’re still wearing this bathing suit ooh, can you take it off first?”

“Okay, Dad.”

My daughter is really innocent, not suspecting her father at all, of course, in her simple mind, she doesn’t even have the concept of sex yet, naturally, she has even less idea of what it means for a woman to be naked in front of a man with a big prick, even though I’m her father, and even though she’s still a child.

In just a few seconds, Christy had already removed the bathing suit from her body, and with her naked little girl’s showy pink torso, she snuggled into my arms as if she were pampered.

Honestly, I don’t mind at all if my daughter’s breasts are fully developed; in fact, for Christy, it’s not even close.

Her breasts were as candid as her mind, but it was her small, pointed pink nipples that captivated me; in our family, all the women’s nipples were uniformly small and always an enticing pink color; Mom’s, my sister’s, my oldest daughter, Asari, and my youngest daughter, Kristi, were no exception.

I stretched out my tongue and gently licked my little daughter’s tender and sensitive nipples, my daughter’s body immediately reacted, her small nipples quickly hardened under my old-fashioned teasing, and her petite body couldn’t help but tremble.

“Mmmm……so comfortable……Dad……daughter loves it……Mmmm …… tickling …… so tickling …… mmmm …… dad… …this …… what does this feel like …… mmmm …… licking …… licking daughter’s Little Grandma ……”

I continued to tease my daughter’s sensitive nipples with the tip of my tongue and waited until she was so tickled that she whined right into my arms before I pressed my palms to the underside of her belly.

My sister was right, my youngest daughter’s bottom was completely hairless and bare and very slippery to the touch.

Her female pussy, like her person, was completely underdeveloped, like a green fruit, jutting upward only slightly, the narrow slit above it tightly glued together, and it looked unlikely that it would ever be able to fully accommodate my large rod.

I lovingly stroked my daughter’s soft, delicate pussy, gently mooching it with the palm of my hand.

“This is your pussy, baby,” I said, lifting her tight pussy lips and inserting my pinky finger, “and this cute little hole is your ‘pussy’.”

I began to gently pump my pinky finger, letting it move in and out of my daughter’s narrow cunt, while occasionally making circles, letting the tip of my finger trace over her sheer pussy walls, carefully stretching her tender pussy.

“All fathers put their big cocks in women’s little holes and cum in them before little babies can be born,” I explained, “Of course, most of the time when all the dads and moms in the world do this it’s just to make each other happy, but sometimes when they want children and then they have to do it.”

Suddenly, Christy broke into a small sob.

Oh, did I hurt her?

“What’s wrong, little baby?” I asked, concerned.

“Oh, father,” she cried, weeping, “a daughter …… daughter may never be a mother!”

“Why, what’s wrong with you, baby?”

“Something’s wrong with my little hole, it’s been bleeding lately.”

This was a surprising discovery, but also a red flag.

My daughter is only ten years old, but has actually started her period!

And as usual, I thought, I didn’t wear a condom at all; in fact, I never wear that kind of tiredness.

Of course, I know what this means, but in any case, I have to appease my daughter first now.

“Do you bleed every day?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what was going on, “But I don’t see you bleeding right now.”

“Oh no, Daddy, it doesn’t bleed every day, just every other time.”

“So how often does it come?”

“Once a month since school started.” She sobbed sadly.

It turns out that Christy has had her period for three months straight.

“Have you told mom?” I asked, knowing that my sister cared about her daughter and would have told her what was going on if she knew she was having her period.

“Not yet, papa, I am afraid to tell mamma,” replied the daughter; “papa, am I going to die?”

“Don’t worry baby,” I said as I held her tightly in my arms and pressed against her ear, “it’s a sign that you’ve grown up and that you’re a real woman now. You don’t have to worry anymore that you won’t be able to be a mother, Daddy promises that you’ll be a real mommy soon, bleeding just to tell you that you’re ready to have little ones.”

I paused for a moment, then asked, “When did the last bleeding occur?”

My daughter cocked her head for a moment and said, “About two weeks ago.”

Fantastic, the timing is just so cleverly timed that this time, I have every confidence that she’ll actually have a little baby.

With my explanation, my daughter let go and looked much calmer.

“So, what’s an ejaculation, Dad? How do you do it?”

“Well, as I said earlier, Daddy stuck his big cock in your little hole and pumped it back and forth until it finally came out.”

“Better yet, daddy do it for you,” I took my daughter’s little hand and had her take hold of my erect rod, “Yes, grab daddy’s big cock and make your hand move up and down.”

So my daughter obediently mitts my hot rod.

However, I didn’t want my precious cum to be wasted in the air, I just wanted to get her interested in my rod so I could facilitate my next move.

I stopped her after letting her rub my rod for a while.

“That’s not going to satisfy Daddy, baby, Daddy’s big cock is very delicate, it needs tender and considerate care, and your hands are too dry for Daddy’s comfort.”

It was embarrassing to lie in front of my child, in fact, my daughter’s little hand was fat, hot and soft, and it made me feel very good on my rod, but what I wanted to do was the next step.

“A girl’s little hole is very warm and wet, perfect for Daddy’s big cock,” I followed my lead, “but let’s try it in your mouth first, okay? It’s pretty much the same as your little hole, and Daddy can cum there too.”

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

“Oh, good girl, that’s it, you’re doing great!” I encouraged.

“Swallow it in and get your head moving up and down, baby,” I commanded, “try to get it in, but don’t choke on it.”

Although my rod was stretching my daughter’s little mouth, she obediently swallowed my rod and bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard.

I didn’t last long and just like the first time my mom sucked on my rod, I came in my daughter’s little mouth.

“That’s great baby, it’s good for you, swallow it so daddy will be happy.”

The thick cum quickly filled my daughter’s poor little mouth, and it looked like she was gagging pretty hard, but she obediently swallowed my cum in one big gulp.

As she swallowed my cum, I kept manipulating her little pussy with my fingers.

With my relentless efforts, my daughter’s narrow pussy gradually warmed up, and while she may not have felt any pleasure, her little pussy had secreted a slight amount of fluid that lubricated her fingers between entry and exit.

I tentatively inserted my middle finger as well, so that I had two fingers in my daughter’s tender pussy, but she showed little sign of pain or complained out loud.

I don’t know if this was because my licking of her nipples was making her so happy that she was neglecting the feelings in her lower body, but seeing that my daughter didn’t make a sound to stop me, I was relieved to be able to manipulate her pussy with my two fingers while trying to spread them wide and tugging on her tiny labia in an attempt to make it a little bigger so that I could prepare it for the final stroke of my big meat stick.

“Well, little baby,” I said, “you are doing very well, and Daddy is very happy, and if you were a little older, Daddy would teach you something funny, and that would make Daddy even happier, but Daddy can teach you now, if you like.”

“Great, my daughter will do anything for daddy if he likes it, teach me, daddy.”

My youngest daughter licked up the cum that had gotten in the corner of her mouth and looked at me with a longing look on her face.

“Would you really like to make Daddy happy, baby? How did you feel just now? Did you like Daddy’s cum?”

“Love it, my daughter loves daddy so much, but daddy can’t be biased, my sister told me that daddy made her so happy, my daughter wants to be as happy as my sister now, daddy, teach me how to do it.”

That’s great. She’s got a sense of being violated. I won’t let her down.

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

“So, baby, now let Daddy do something you want, you’ll like it, Daddy promises.”

I put my face between my daughter’s legs and scrutinized her completely immature blossom.

Her there bare without half a stray hair, female pussy just slightly some graves, two pieces of pussy lips in a healthy pink, but not at all like her mother and sister as fat and plump, just a single piece of two, tightly clamped out of a shallow small groove, I pinched her one side of the pussy lips to lift open, revealing the inside of the other holes in the sky.

The inside of her daughter’s vagina was also pink in color, with tiny flesh-colored pellets distributed around the walls, giving it a sticky, lustful look, and at the top of the vagina was a small, bright red pellet, which was so tasty and watery that you couldn’t help but want to lick it.

I put my nose up to the opening of her open vagina and sniffed hard, and what I smelled was a light wakeful odor, a bit of powdered milk, and it smelled very pleasant.

I pushed my tongue into my daughter’s pink pussy and delicately ran my tongue up and down the delicate walls of her pussy.

My daughter’s body shuddered and a kittenish moan escaped her lips while her pussy began to secrete warm liquid that stimulated the taste buds of my tongue and gave me a familiar feeling that I had felt from my mom.

I savored the difference between my daughter’s slutty fluids and those of her sister, mom, and grandma, but other than being fresh, it was amazing how similar they felt to me.

So, does she drive me crazy like they do?

My daughter’s body began to squirm restlessly under my licking and sucking, and as I lifted my head and looked into her springy, fluttering eyes, I knew that it was time to take the final step.

I picked her up and held her young body tightly in my arms, and as her petite body cowering in my arms and trembling slightly, I realized that I inwardly wanted to fuck my daughter that much, not only because her pussy was hairless, but more importantly, because she was my daughter, my favorite daughter.

It was a little early for her to be doing this kind of thing, even though she was under eleven, but for me, that was enough.

Especially when the thought that my daughter is as innocent and pure as ever, but it will be up to me to guide her to a life of depravity that belongs only to our family, and to watch her become as corrupt and depraved as we are, it brings an indescribable thrill to my heart.

Oh, I can’t wait any longer. I’m gonna fuck my little girl!

Tonight it was her trying to please me, maybe she didn’t know anything about sex and was just trying to please her dear father, but I knew that maybe by tomorrow she would be a total hottie, just like her mother and sister, and she would love this extremely kinky life of ours.

Although her virginity was so sacrosanct that it would be a sin for me, as a father, to take my own daughter’s first time, it was so lustful and exciting that it even surpassed the sensation of sticking a rod of flesh into my daughter’s narrow pussy.

“Tell Daddy, baby, do you want to do the baby-making thing with Daddy? Do you really want Daddy to ‘fuck’ you?”

Her innocent eyes were fixed on me, and in her persistent eyes I saw her trust in her father.

“My daughter really wants to give daddy a little baby, but daddy’s cock is so big, how can my daughter’s little hole fit in it?”

I laughed and kissed her, “Watch this, baby.”

I inserted three fingers into my daughter’s narrow fleshy hole, trying to push it a little wider, and looking in through the open hole, I could even make out my daughter’s hymen.

I couldn’t contain my excitement at the thought of poking it soon.

“Watch, baby, there is tension in the little hole, it can be stretched so far that it will fit Daddy’s big cock no problem. Okay, lay back and let Daddy do it to you.”

I moved my body between my daughter’s legs, held the rod, squared it to her pussy, and gently pushed it, the huge glans sliding smoothly into her compact cunt before I pushed it in to where my daughter’s hymen was.

“This place is going to hurt a little.” I said, and instead of stopping, I pushed my ass forward harder.

Her hymen was quickly punctured by my rod, so quickly that she didn’t even have time to react.

But as the pain of her hymen being torn spread throughout her body, she began to scream.

“Oh! No, Daddy, it hurts!!!” She cried out, her voice filled with pain, “No, don’t, Daddy, you’re hurting my daughter, please, Daddy, don’t hurt me!!!”

I stopped my thrusts in a hurry and caressed her face lovingly.

“I’m sorry baby, Daddy didn’t really mean to hurt you, but it was the only way to get a little baby for Daddy, and a girl’s first time is going to hurt, but after you get through it, you’ll be fine. Trust me, Daddy promises he won’t hurt you again.”

I carefully maintained my thrusting position, letting my thick rod encompass my daughter’s narrow, delicate flesh, so that she could gradually get used to the filling sensation.

I kept stroking her body and kissing her face to distract her until I felt her pussy gradually relaxing before I began to tentatively and slowly pump my rod.

To my surprise, my daughter, though still crying, grinned as I jerked her around.

“Oh, Dad, it’s, it’s so much fun, and it feels so good.”

“Are you still in pain, baby?” I asked with concern.

“Well, there’s a little more, Dad, but I think it’s okay.”

She had stopped crying, and although there were still tears on her face, a child’s face doesn’t lie, and I began to slowly pump my rod.

Although my daughter’s pussy is narrow, but it is extremely elastic, the muscles of the pussy wall are soft and warm, the meat stick in it is like inserting into a pile of cotton in general, especially my daughter’s pussy regular contraction is to make me feel good.

Thick rod in my daughter’s narrow pussy in and out of very difficult, every time in and out, make her pussy wall of tender meat followed by turning out into, more enhanced my pleasure, but my daughter’s shallow pussy simply can not fully embrace all of my, every time I inserted the head of the glans are on top of her tender uterus wall, although I did not use all my strength, but the first time humane daughter can not afford to do so.

After only ten minutes, her body began to tremble violently, and the inner walls of her vagina, which were tightly wrapped around my rod, contracted sharply, churning my rod and giving me the feeling that I was about to cum.

“Oh baby, good girl,” I licked her earlobe and couldn’t stop blowing into her ear, “Daddy’s going to cum and you’re coming out with it.”

Before I could finish, my daughter had already shuddered and climaxed in my arms, and I excitedly shot all of my long-stored hot semen into her tender pussy.

Throughout my entire ejaculation, she just bit her lip, her body stretched desperately, her two small hands pinched tightly around my back, silently taking what I was giving her, until I calmed down and she let go.

“Well, isn’t that all right, Daddy? When can I have a little baby?”

“Oh that’s hard to say,” I said with a smile as I kissed her little red cheeks, “not every time you have sex you can get pregnant, your grandmother and I have been doing it for three months and sometimes three or four times a day and she didn’t get pregnant, and your mom and I had to do it for two months before we got pregnant with Sally s, and your sister and I had to do it for six weeks before we got pregnant, and as for you ……”

I suddenly stopped because I suddenly realized that my hit rate was gradually increasing.

Mom and I were together for three months, but we didn’t end up getting pregnant, while my sister and I were together for only two months before we had our oldest daughter, and as for my oldest daughter, she was pregnant in less than six weeks.

Does this mean that the younger you are, the easier it is to conceive?

Well, Christy should have been a real mom sooner than we thought.

We did it twice more that night, and the little girl was so adaptable that the first fuck didn’t leave her with too much pain, so she was dead set on me the whole night, letting me satisfy her never-knowing-hungry pussy.

It seems that she has already experienced sexual pleasure, but I think her main goal is still to have a child, because I told her that the only way a child can be born is to have more sex.

But, regardless, it was a romantic and intense night, and we spent the entire night entwined as father and daughter, as I tasted almost every part of my daughter’s body and told her everything I could teach her about sex.

The campfire burned brightly, warming the entire cavern, but what really warmed me was the bond of love and lust entwined between our father and daughter.

As I savored my daughter’s petite, soft body, I even forgot that I had to go home, where there was my sister, who had been waiting so hard for our good news.

Thinking about my sister started to confuse me.

After having sex with my two daughters, do I still love my sister as much as I used to?

She was the one who lured me into raping my own daughter, she was the one who arranged all this, should I condemn her?

I considered it carefully, but I soon realized that as lovely as both of my daughters were, neither of them was a good enough replacement for my sister’s place in my heart.

Yes, my sister arranged all this for me, but she didn’t force me to do it, she just offered me a chance, and the choice was entirely mine.

In other words, it was all done out of my true will, my own wish to do so, and it was not my sister who fucked her own daughter, but I, the father.

On the other hand, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it; after all, what’s the big deal about hooking up with two more daughters for a man who had sex with his own mom and even married his own sister as his wife?

On the contrary, I am more grateful for my sister’s generosity in being willing to let her own daughter share her husband with her, making us more united and harmonious as a family.

Thinking about it, I suddenly realized that I loved my sister even more, and that I had to tell her right away that I had made love to my youngest daughter.

I turned on the car phone and dialed home.

It was the sister who answered the phone.

“Really, you did fuck her? You’re such a perverted father. So what was it like fucking a ten year old girl? How long did you last?” My sister laughed and scolded me.

“About the same as you.” I replied.

“So, is my poor little daughter’s belly full of her dear father’s semen?”

I glanced down at the sleeping Christie, who was slowly dripping white cum down between her legs.

“Yes, and some of it leaked out, but,” I went on, “I called you just to tell you how much I love you.”

“Yes? I love you too, brother.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to get home, I can’t wait to cum in your pussy.”

“Come back soon, brother, I’ll wait for you.”

Hanging up the phone, I thought about my sister half a dozen more times before laying down beside my youngest daughter and snuggling up to her as she slept.

When we got home, my sister was preparing lunch, but as soon as I walked in the door, she dropped what she was doing and jumped into my arms so I could carry her to our bedroom.

Well, what a little farewell.

Lying on the bed, after inserting my thick rod into my sister’s hot pussy, I told her that Christie had already had her period, and told her that her youngest daughter was likely to have been impregnated, and my sister appeared to be unusually excited at hearing this, and her movements were more enthusiastic and frantic than ever before, and it was a full three hours before she let go of me, who was already exhausted.

However, it’s a good thing for me that little Christy didn’t get pregnant right away like I thought she would.

Because I’m dealing with Asari’s pregnancy, and if Christy is pregnant at this point, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle both.

Everyone in our community knows that my sister loves children and knows that she wants to have more.

While Asari was ‘studying abroad’, I was already planning all the aftermath of when her baby was born.

I am still in writing contact with those old friends from the university, and through them I got the necessary supporting documents so that when my child is born, I can legally own him.

My son, Charlie, was born soon afterward, and I allowed mother and son to recuperate for six months in one of our secluded homes in Oregon, which was done to give Asari enough time to feed her son.

I grew up loving my mom’s breasts, and of course I loved to eat them, and after I married my sister, I didn’t miss out on her milk, and now that my daughter had a baby, I certainly couldn’t miss out on it.

Asari’s milk was plentiful and sweet and very tasty, and she loved the feeling of Richard and I sucking on her nipples on one side.

“Oh, just think,” she giggled foodily, watching my son and I greedily sucking on her nipples, “I only have two breasts, yet I nurse my father, my uncle, my brother, and my son all at the same time, hee hee hee, that’s so funny.”

It seems that Asari is most like her mother, she’s a bit of a pervert like my sister, but that’s what I like.

Of course, upon returning from the beach, my youngest daughter, Christy, officially became a member of my sex life.

Although she was four years younger than her sister, she had more enthusiasm than ever.

As opposed to Asari, with whom I resumed my sex life shortly after she gave birth, probably around two or three times a week.

Christy, on the other hand, climbed into my bed almost every day, and if she came across me rejecting her because I was having sex with my sister, she wasn’t shy like her sister was; instead, she would pout and push her mom out of the bed so that she could take her place.

At this point, I tend to reprimand her loudly, and while I hate to blame my daughter, especially since she’s so young, there are some things I have to get through to her.

“Listen to me baby, you can’t do this, I love you mommy, maybe you don’t understand this now, but when you grow up and run into a man you really love and want to commit your life to, you’ll understand how daddy feels now. Daddy is not the man you’ll be with later in life, and it’s impossible for daddy to be with you for the rest of your life, but as long as you like it, daddy is always available to fulfill your needs. What you have to understand, however, is that Mommy comes first, and only after she is satisfied will Daddy satisfy you.”

“You and Sally are both wonderful daughters to Daddy, and Daddy loves you both very much, but if I needed Daddy to choose between you,” I paused for a moment and then continued, “then I would choose your Mommy without hesitation, because she is my wife and the one I love in this life, do you understand? “

My youngest daughter looked at me blankly, not understanding why her father was being so harsh, but, eventually, she accepted her fate.

From then on, she always watched with bated breath as my sister and I had a big fight before she dared to climb into my bed, and I took more pity on her.

In this way, our strange family lived so peacefully and happily.

Three years later, Christie also ‘went to France to study’.

This time, we have a healthy and beautiful daughter, Jenny.

Of course, the happiest person was Christy, who had been looking forward to having a child of her own, so she rightly fed her daughter herself, and although her breasts were still small, the milk was plentiful and tasted so good that I was always grabbing it from my own daughter.

After two more years, Asari met the man she loved.

When her twentieth birthday rolled around, they got married, and the dysfunctional sexual relationship between Asari and me ended thereafter. At their wedding, my son-in-law held my hand and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you, Dad, you’ve raised Sally so perfectly, she always exhausts me, but I love it so much, I’m truly the happiest man in the world.”

Christy still lives with us now, but she’s taken a liking to one of her teachers, and she told me it’s because he’s a bit like me, and he always reminds her of me.

Jenny is now nine years old and she is now my favorite and the joy of the family.

Yesterday, she bounced up to me.

“Daddy,” she said, “I heard Grandma and Mommy talking about me and you, and they said it’s almost time for us to go to the beach, Daddy, what are they talking about? What does going to the beach mean?”

I was simply convinced that this pair of perverted mother and daughter, my sister and Christy could really think out of the box, Jenny was only nine years old and she 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 loves the redwood forest, and I happen to know of a fun, long hiking trail where the road ends in a vast redwood forest with a big fairytale waterfall in the middle of it ……

Well, it looks like I have something to do again.

Hey.