“Baby, you’re mommy’s masturbator now, that’s what masturbators do when they make demands” mom pouted as she kicked my ass with her heel, “Come on, make mommy have another orgasm, and she’ll grant you your demands.” Said mom as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Come on baby, get your brother back inside mommy, oh” my cock sank back into mommy’s little flesh. Mom’s little flesh was tight, luckily with the help of green lubricant, oh, the love juice that mom produces, mom calls it green lubricant.
I slowly swung my hips, easing my brother through mom’s pussy, each turn bringing out a generous amount of lubricant, and I applied a little to my mom’s peanut-sized clit with my fingers.
“No baby, no cheating” mom grabbed my hand and took her wet finger in her mouth “Come on, if you don’t have an orgasm before mom licks it clean, you’ll take back what you just promised.”
“Mom, you’re not a good mom for cheating on your baby” I speeded up my swing, “and now I’m going to punish you!”
“Now, you’re, Mommy’s, masturbator,” Mom gasped, “not a baby.”
“Mom, call me husband, will you?” “No, come on, Mom, it’s time to finish licking.”
“There’s so much more,” I switched hands and touched it where we met, “You see, Mom,” reaching for her mouth.
“Little husband, you’re cheating, come on, deeper, ah, that’s it, come on, come on, it’s almost done” Mom’s body twisted and turned, and her little flesh was so much hotter than it had been just then, Mom was about to climax. It would be a crime to be distracted at this point, even though I’m just a mom masturbator. I concentrated on my pistoning efforts, while teasing mom’s nerves with my words.
“Little husband, fuck you, good,” good, good, big brother, little husband, your mom, wife, to orgasm, come on, come on” mom’s voice is getting more and more urgent, her limbs will hold me tightly, I force my glans against mom’s cervix, and gently swinging from side to side I pressed my glans hard against my cervix, gently swinging my waist from side to side, “Ah, old man, Gong,” shouting this out, mom’s mouth opened wide, gasping for air, and it was only after three minutes that mom’s breathing calmed down.
I kissed my mom on the lips and ran my hand through the messy hair on her forehead, wiping away the dense beads of sweat.
Without a single wrinkle on this beautiful face, with skin as fine as satin, could anyone believe that this was the face of a thirty-five year old woman. Just like her mother’s figure, her mother’s little flesh, there was no daring to think that she was the mother of two children.
But the truth is my mom is thirty-five and I’m seventeen and I have a sister who’s fifteen.
Mom’s body is a miracle, a miracle that Mom and I, our whole family, created together. And it’s our family secret.
The story goes back to a night when I was eight years old.
It had been a year since my dad had died in a car accident, and my mom had taken my sister and me with her, and because of the inheritance my dad had left behind, life was pretty good, but there was never a smile on my mom’s face.
I didn’t know why until one night, when I was awakened by strange noises and found my mom lying on the bed with one hand fondling her breasts, one hand twitching between her legs, and her mom moaning as she whispered, “Hubby”.
I thought my mom was sick, so I got up and went to her side: “Mom, are you sick?”
Mom stayed there, blushing like a tomato.
I touched my mom’s forehead and luckily, there was no fever.
“Mom, are you uncomfortable there?”
Mom still didn’t say anything “Is it Grandma? Is it a boo-boo?” I guessed to myself as I watched my mom’s hand rest on both.
“Yes,” Mom replied ghostly.
“Can I rub it for you then?” My mom always rubbed my body with her hands when it hurt, and I volunteered to do the same.
So I rubbed and rubbed until Mom’s peed out. Watching my mom’s furrowed brow unfurl, even though I didn’t know the truth, I was at least sure it was something that would make her happy.
The next thing is like a wild horse, I helped my mom masturbate more and more often, the technique also developed from the beginning of the hand rubbing to licking with the tongue, and even once I put my hand into my mom’s little flesh, the result of that time my mom orgasm was too strong, two legs almost pinch my neck, the next day I did not go to school, my mom did not go to work. We didn’t dare to try it again after that.
I didn’t learn the truth until I was twelve years old and the school offered physical hygiene classes. I didn’t tell my mom because I didn’t want her to go back to those smile-less days.
Mom found out later anyway, and as a result, she unilaterally started a cold war against me.
Things were resolved due to my proclivity to tell my mom that I was not her son when she was in physical need, that I was just her masturbator, and that our relationship was that of man and machine, not mother and son.
This seemingly absurd statement resolved the crisis between us. After that my mom became more concerned about my physical development and often gave me some herbal medicines, my body became stronger and my brother became beyond normal. I just forgot to mention that mom is a bio-engineer.
Then it became logical, and when I was fourteen my brother grew to be fifteen centimeters long and four centimeters in diameter, so I had one more tool to help my mom masturbate with.
And my sister joined our game shortly after I turned into a masturbator. Maybe it was because of the good example of my mom, or maybe it was because we were really so inseparable from each other.
So mom began her great plan, I supplied the semen while mom and sister supplied the green lubricant, of course sister’s lubricant hadn’t once performed its literal function, and with a lot of precious herbs, our whole family’s bodies underwent amazing changes.
It’s been three years since my mom and I actually had sex, and with the help of her medication, I’ve fully grown into an adult, while my mom, in contrast to me, has become younger and younger, and the gap between us has become negligible.
My sister has also grown into a big girl, and I am going to add one more person to my service starting tomorrow, because tomorrow is my sister’s fifteenth birthday.
I can’t help but laugh out loud at the thought.
“Bad baby, what are you thinking about?” Mom gently wiggled her body, “Must be thinking about your sister again, concentrate, it’s your mom you’re penetrating now, I forbid you to think about other women” Mom snapped.
If it’s not true that women naturally love to be jealous, mom is even jealous of her own daughter.
“No, Mom,” I was busy defending myself, “Mom, you remember that time I put my hand inside your flesh Mom’s red face didn’t make a sound.
“Mom, was that the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had?” I continued, “The hand is always better than the brother” “I don’t know” mom mumbled, “the baby’s brother seems to be bigger than your hand when you were a kid”
“Really?” A lot of novels say it’s as thick as a child’s arm, could mine be?
“False” mom replied with a smile “You will always be mommy’s penis, and mommy’s most intense orgasms will always be the next one brought on by this penis”
Looking at my mom’s smile, I suddenly felt so warm and happy.
“Mommy, I love you.”
“Baby, I love you too” mom said taking me into her arms and we kissed.
The exchange of tongues between my mom and I aroused me again and my brother, still inside mom’s flesh, became even harder “Baby,” mom whispered in my ear, “give mom the most intense orgasm with your little cock.”
“Mom, it’s time to come from behind this time,” I hadn’t forgotten the promise my mom had made before her last orgasm.
“I knew you would,” Mom said as she turned and climbed on the bed.
Looking at my mom’s round ass, I couldn’t help but slap it.
“Honey, you’re so bad, come on.”
“Mom, this time I want you to call me brother” I said and I pounced on it, my brother rushing into my mom’s flesh.
“Ah, no screaming, no screaming.”
“Don’t want the most intense orgasm ever?” I said as I moved.
“Think, think, dick,” mom panted. “Brother.”
“Call big dick brother, come on, come on.”
“Big, big, cocksucker” was a bit of a mouthful for mom.
“Big cock what?” I pressed on as I made quick work of it.
“Brother” moaned mom “brother, sister is coming, quick”
Finally mom had another orgasm with the cry of “big cock brother”, this time it was much longer and she didn’t calm down until five minutes later, when I stroked her ass while exercising my cock.
“Mom, want to do a face mask?”
“Yes, haven’t done it in three days” mom replied I pulled my brother out of mom’s flesh and held it out in front of her.
Mom gave me a frown, then opened her mouth and took in the green lubricant-stained rod, sucking on it as she stroked my arsenal.
Mom’s technique had been practiced on me and it was indeed a great thrill to watch her suck her own cock.
I didn’t deliberately hold back as my mom’s tongue and lips repeatedly stimulated my most sensitive spots. Finally, I cum on mom’s face.
Mom used her own hands to spread the cum while I got out of bed and helped her get a mask to put on her face.
That was the secret of Mom’s youth, and the biggest secret in our family. And tomorrow, there was an even fresher and tastier beauty waiting for me as I embraced my mom and went to sleep with a smile on my face.