By the time I knew better, I asked my mom everything about my dad, but every time I got the same answer, i.e. I was just the result of her promiscuity.
Mom was a very attractive and beautiful woman as well as a very competent and loving mother.
But a beautiful woman will always have some unwanted trouble in her life, and fewer men will have to fight around her.
Mom is soft by nature and doesn’t know how to turn down a man’s advances or pick a boyfriend.
For this reason, she changed jobs quite a few times.
But wherever she went, she was always the center of attention, and her sexy body often drew unwanted glances from men, so she was often the target of harassment by her bosses.
Later, her father – my grandfather – asked her to quit all her jobs so that she could help manage her home rental business and save her the pain of being out in the open and being harassed by men.
My mother was very handy and did her work well, and I learned from her and my grandfather in my spare time, and soon I was able to help my mother.
Grandpa was very kind to me, he never treated me like a grandchild.
He used to say that I was like a son to him, and indeed he did treat me like his own son.
Then, when I was a little older, I sensed something not so unusual.
Grandpa is also very nice to mom, but I think he’s overly considerate, he’s often handsy with mom, and there are several gestures that should have been used appropriately on grandma.
Every time Grandpa made a move on Mom, Grandma stood by, but not once did she make a move to stop him, instead she watched happily.
I often saw my grandpa and grandma in just their underwear, but it was no big deal because I still see them naked occasionally.
Mom was also often naked when she was with me and rarely wore clothes.
What makes me proud is that not only does my mom look beautiful, but she has a much better body than my friends’ moms.
Compared to the nude women I’d seen in pornographic publications from my friends, my mom was nothing less, if not better.
Due to regular exercise, her breasts were still firm and not sagging at all, and her belly was flat, with no sign of a baby at all.
She was very slim, with a slender and soft waist.
Her hips were unusually snow-white and plump, and in conjunction with her slender waist, they outlined abrupt curves, and when she swung her willow waist in style, her plump buttocks would swing up in fascinating buttock waves, causing people to spurt nosebleeds on the spot.
Mom’s thighs were round and firm, and when her legs were together, there wasn’t a gap between them.
Of course, it was the area under Mom’s belly and between her legs that attracted the most attention from men.
It’s also the place I’ve longed for the most since I’ve known.
Square inches, covered with dense black pubic hair, the center of the protruding mound, pink a crack clearly visible, two pieces of fat pussy lips seem to open seem to close, cover, seem to lure the man’s pick.
Mom very much enjoyed flaunting her mature and sexy body in front of me, earning me heartfelt admiration.
Summer is fast approaching, and it’s my favorite season because every now and then the long, free summer vacation comes.
My mom and I decided to spend our summer vacation at sea this year.
We stayed at my grandparents’ house for a week before my mom and I went on a summer vacation on a yacht.
Grandpa’s house has aged well, and I know that Grandpa lived here from the time he was born to the time he grew up, and that this is all of his history.
I loved playing in my grandpa’s attic and other unoccupied rooms and exploring his secrets.
Then I found something interesting in a room full of antique furniture.
I opened an old closet, and in the corner above I found two bundled boxes, the ribbons that bound them were completely faded and obviously must have been very old.
I took them out, opened them up, and realized they were all old photos.
When I saw what the photo was of, I was completely stunned.
The first thing I saw was a personal photo of my mom, grandpa and grandma when they were all still young.
I was curious because this was obviously a historical record of our family’s past, and I desperately wanted to know if there would be any pictures of my father.
But a picture down the line made me suck in my breath; it was a picture of my mom.
In the photo, Mom was lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide and a black mass under her ass, which, upon closer inspection, could be seen to be the result of wet sheets.
From the look on mom’s face, she seemed very pleasant.
I looked at a few more, all of them of my mom in different positions, some of her clenching her thighs, others of her lying on the bed with a contented look on her face, white cum oozing out of her pussy, and so on.
But what really surprised me was yet to come.
In one of the photos below, Grandpa and Grandma are both naked, and Mom is actually with them, with the same lack of clothing on her.
Both Grandma’s and Mom’s pussies were equally red and wet, and Grandpa stood off to the side, holding up his thick rod, his glans red and glistening with creamy cum dripping from it.
With my limited knowledge of sex, I can guess that the three of them just had a (?) crazy lovemaking.
I also saw a picture of Mom and Grandpa naked in each other’s arms, further confirming my suspicions that there was an incestuous relationship between Mom and Grandpa.
The latter photos get bolder, crazier, and raunchier.
There was mom sucking grandpa’s cock, mom being raped by grandpa in various positions, mom and grandma both comforting each other, and the three of them being promiscuous together.
In short, there are almost all kinds of positions, many of which I have not only never seen, not even heard of, and I can see my mouth dry, my face red, and my legs weak.
At the bottom of the box, there was an envelope.
I opened it and it still contained a series of pictures, but they were all of mom.
These photos capture the changing shape of a mom’s body during pregnancy, with her naked body showing the curves of her growing belly from all angles.
After looking at these extremely lewd photos, I felt immensely stimulated and aroused, and my genitals rose to the top, holding my panties up and pushing my glans raw.
But it wasn’t the action itself captured in these erotic photos that really turned me on, it was the fact that I deduced from them who my father really was.
If it wasn’t for these photos, even if it broke my head I would never have thought that I was the product of incest between my grandfather and my mom, my grandfather being my biological father.
I don’t know if I should be happy or sad, but all I know is that I’m unusually excited at this point.
I put the photo back in the box, re-tied it, and then opened another box.
It was full of sex toys, many of which I had seen in the photo earlier, and one of them, a dildo as thick as my wrist and about a foot long, really took me by surprise.
Looking at the contents of the box, my mind couldn’t help but conjure up my mom’s beautiful mature and sexy torso, honestly, I’ve always loved seeing my mom naked since I was a kid, but I swear I never had any nasty thoughts about it.
I love my mom very much, but it’s just pure mother-son love, and never associated it in a pornographic way.
But things were different now, since I learned that I was the product of my grandfather and my mother’s illicit affairs, the buried lustful blood in me began to boil, and for the first time I developed a lustful desire for my own mother, and it was very strong.
I put everything back in the box, wrapped it up, and pondered what I should do next.
Suddenly, I had a great idea.
My mom had instructed me to prepare for the yacht trip and told me to put all the necessary gear in the car, so I thought this might be an opportunity and hurriedly packed up the boxes to go out to the car and put them in the car and piled something on top of them to cover them up.
But I immediately changed my mind again, because I suddenly felt that it wasn’t ‘safe’ to leave the box in such a conspicuous place, two days before my mom and I set off for the yacht, where it would be easy for someone to find it.
I was about to put them back in the house first when I heard my grandfather’s car coming back.
I slipped back into the room in a hurry and hid where they couldn’t see me sneaking out to peer at their movements.
Grandpa and the three of them got out of the car, all with smiles on their faces, looking pleasant.
Both mom and grandma were wearing loose clothes, their snow-white plump breasts were hidden underneath the clothes, so you could imagine that they must not have anything on underneath.
I don’t know why I’m so sensitive, I’ve often seen them naked, but never paid attention to it, and now that they’re just wearing a coat, it makes me want to do something.
I saw my grandfather walk over to my mom and take her in his arms, his hands went inside her shirt and they kissed passionately.
Mom moaned constantly, her lower body writhing from side to side, obviously enjoying the little things that Grandpa’s hand was doing down there very much.
The two kissed for a while before separating, and Grandpa went behind Grandma again and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands going back into her dress and seemingly rubbing her ample breasts.
Grandma had been bending over to get something out of the car when she was interrupted by Grandpa’s sudden attack and had to turn around to kiss him.
Grandma looked much more flirtatious than Mom, not only slurping up the kisses, but rubbing her thighs uncontrollably against Grandpa.
Oh, I can’t stand it! I’m going to get hard! I quietly slipped out of the house and carefully followed the roots of the wall to the outside of the room Mom and Grandpa had just entered, peeking in through the window.
I just happened to hear my mom say, “No, Dad, my son might come in soon.
” Then she added, “Daddy, we have plenty of time tonight, so if you can’t wait, you can add something to my breasts first like you did.
” Grandpa ignored her and just rubbed his mom’s breasts as she kept saying, “My son will find out, he’s a big boy now, sooner or later he’ll find out that his mom is a slut who only knows how to be submissive.
” At that moment Grandma followed, with a box in her hand, which she slipped into Grandpa’s hands and said, “I thought you might need these.
” Grandpa kissed Grandma and turned it on.
I looked inside and saw that it was all clips and rings and weights and stuff.
Both mom and grandma had self-consciously undone their tops, exposing their snow-white breasts.
Grandpa added a clip to each of their nipples to hold them in place, with a small ring under the clip and a weight hanging from the ring.
After clamping the weights, Grandpa even deliberately pulled on the weights so hard that Mom and Grandma shrank back in pain.
After getting the tops done, Grandpa did the same thing to both pussies.
When they were done, mom and grandma stood up, smoothed out their clothes, and acted as if nothing had happened, but they couldn’t hide the pain on their faces, and mom clenched her thighs for a few steps, yelling out in pain.
Grandpa slapped their asses hard and said, “Go do your thing.
” I left the house and drove around in circles before coming back here, I greeted my grandfather when I saw that he was still in his usual place and that my mom and grandma had disappeared.
I asked him what he was doing and he said he was organizing the garage and that one of the lawn mowers was broken and he needed to fix it by tomorrow afternoon.
I love spending time with my grandpa, I can learn so much from him, and now that I know he’s my dad there’s an even greater sense of closeness, but I don’t want to tell him about today’s discovery yet, I don’t think it’s the right time for that, I want to pick it up with my mom and see how she reacts before I do.
My thoughts went back to the photo.
I recalled everything I had seen today and suddenly felt slightly funny, the relationship between Grandpa, Grandma, Mom and I was now completely messed up, Grandpa was my father, should I call Mom my sister? I went back to the dining room to see my mom and grandma preparing dinner, I could imagine the heavy weights rattling around in their clothes, it must have been very painful, but it was completely invisible on both faces.
It was only when they walked that the odd smile appeared on both of their faces.
I sat at the table, bored, waiting for dinner to begin.
I peeked into the kitchen to see Grandpa with his hand up Mom’s shirt, and Mom leaning her head on Grandpa’s shoulder, her body moving.
Drink, how dare you even do that under my nose! The two of them moved for a while before mom straightened up and left.
My thoughts are alive again, and it’s hard to contain my excitement at everything that happened today.
I spent the rest of the evening thinking about the photos.
I recalled how in the past, before my mom and I would go to my grandpa’s house for a sleepover, my mom always acted a little oddly, and when I came back from my grandpa’s house, my mom would always have a hard time walking as if she was in a lot of pain, and every time I would ask about it, she would smile and say that it was fine.
I remembered that since we had stayed at my grandfather’s house two months ago, my mom had uncharacteristically always worn panties, and instead of letting me watch when she changed, she closed the door and changed by herself.
Now I realize that it was all because of the weights.
I thought again about the room I saw in the picture, and I knew that it was upstairs, that it was Grandma’s room, but it was usually locked.
After dinner, I quietly slipped up to the top floor, which luckily was unlocked, and I slipped inside.
There was a bed in the room that looked exactly like the one I saw in the photos.
I fumbled around the bed and soon realized that there was a drawer-like object in the corner of the bed, I uncovered the sheet and found a dildo hidden underneath.
I scanned the area, imagining what I would do if I peeked into this room from the outside.
I soon discovered that I could peek through the doorway from the aisle side or climb to the top of the balcony.
I went back to the dining room, had a snack, and then told the others that I was sleepy and wanted to go to bed early.
I kissed my mom and grandma goodnight.
I took the opportunity to peek inside their clothes, but I didn’t see any clips or weights, they were so well covered up.
Shortly after I went to my room and lay down, Mom came up and poked her head into the room, apparently to see if I was asleep.
She paused outside the door for a few moments, then walked over to my bed, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek.
As she leaned down, I could see that she did have two clamps on her nipples.
As she straightened up, I could still hear the faint vibrations of the weights coming from between mom’s legs.
Mom kissed me again, then closed the door to the room and lay down herself.
I saw the two weights on her chest slip aside as she lay down, tugging at her nipples, and Mom’s brow furrowed as she clenched her lips, forcing herself not to moan out.
After a while, mom climbed up and when she saw that I hadn’t moved, she quietly went out the door.
I heard my mom tell my grandma that I had fallen asleep and she said that was great, they could start right away.
The lights in the hall went out and I climbed up, quietly opened the window and climbed out onto the balcony.
Looking down from the balcony, only Grandma’s room was still lit.
I carefully climbed over and peered in through the window.
I saw that Grandpa was pulling out a child’s bathtub from under the bed, and Grandma was lying on the bed, fiddling with the dildo I had just seen.
That’s when mom came in, towel in hand, and she closed and locked the door.
They were both still dressed at this time, when Grandpa suddenly went to the window and opened it, and I hastened to lie down and shrink into a corner, lest he should discover my whereabouts.
Luckily, Grandpa didn’t look out, but it really made me break out in a cold sweat.
After Grandpa buttoned up the window, he turned back to Mom and Grandma and told them to take their clothes off.
Mom and Grandma quickly removed their clothes, the weights hanging from their nipples were heavy and pulled both of them down, Grandma’s breasts were already a little flabby due to her age, and now the nipples were even more stretched out due to the weights.
I looked further towards my mom’s pussy, which was very plump, with two fat and narrow labia, about twice the size of my grandmother’s, and they were now completely deformed from the weight of the weights they had borne.
Grandpa turned on the jukebox and played dance music.
Mom and Grandma began to dance to the music, the weights swaying and vibrating from side to side as the two moved, an odd expression spreading across their faces, neither pleasure nor pain, a cruel smile that was hard to describe exactly.
The whole room was suddenly filled with a demonic, lascivious atmosphere that made me, peering out the window, sit up and take notice.
Oh, this scene was crazy! My whole body was flooded with a kind of warlike pleasure.