【Repost】Mom and me dilylabloom

【Repost】Mom and me dilylabloom
【Repost】Mom and me
【Repost】Mom and me

Table of contents
Chapter 1 Mom and Me
Chapter 2 The Rose with Thorns
Chapter 3 Memories of the Beach

Chapter 1 Mom and Me
(one)
My father is rough-looking and serious in his work. He is a hardworking worker. He is used to working under the scorching sun for a long time. His skin is dark and his muscles are well developed.He is tall and thin, and is serious and responsible for everything he comes into contact with.He is also very strict, but there is no shortage of cuteness.
My mom is completely opposite to my dad. She is petite and gentle, with brown hair and brown eyes. She is a very traditional housewife.Several of our children inherited her strengths, and also had brown hair and brown eyes.Mom is very funny, but a little casual, completely different from dad's straightforward personality.
Their sex life has always been harmonious.In the first three years of their marriage, the mother gave birth to three children.If my dad hadn't left for a while later, my brothers and sisters would have had more than this number now.
My earliest memory of my mother began with an innocent family sex game in childhood.
I was born lively and active. When I was two years old, I was able to walk around and was curious about everything I came into contact with.
One day, although it was still broad daylight, my parents hid in their room.I wanted to play with them, so I pushed my parents' room open (all rooms in my house are not locked) and walked in.I saw my mother lying on the bed, her pajamas slid off her shoulders, revealing the two swollen things on her chest.
That day my dad taught me a new word - breasts.But until I was ten years old, my only association with the word was fried chicken.My mother's breasts are the most beautiful in the world, big, strong, very firm, and not sagging.The nipples are cherry-red, and the areola the size of a silver coin is surrounded by the bottom.
At that time, my father was sucking my mother's breasts.He asked me to climb into the bed, and I stroked it curiously and patted it gently, and found that my mother liked it very much.My father and I maintained a tacit understanding. He lowered his head and sucked his mother's breasts for a while, then left, and I would touch and slap them instead. My mother moaned happily.Later, I mischievously re-shot my mother's snow-white breasts. Although the beating made my mother feel painful, they all laughed and looked very happy.
There was only one thing that puzzled me, that was, my father never let me suck my mother's full breasts like he did, but I remember that I did this a year ago.I climbed to my mother unconvincedly and wanted to suck her breasts on the other side, but the game was over and I was driven out of bed by my father, and they continued the fun game.
I was unwilling to fail. In the next twenty years, I tried my best to get close to my mother's breasts.Just like all kinds of attempts in life, my efforts have been successful and I have experienced setbacks of failure.
In fact, my next success was a year later.
At that time, my father started drinking heavily and his temper became very bad.He didn't know when he would get angry, not just for us, but for everyone in the world, especially the local police.This is their family tradition, and all of his four older brothers are.The five of them often went to the tavern together and drank heavily and then fought.If they can't find anyone else, they will fight themselves until the bartender calls the police.
In the end, my father paid the price for this and was sentenced to two years in prison for maliciously hurting someone after drinking, leaving my mother and our children to survive.
We soon discovered that my mother hates sleeping alone, so my two sisters and I took turns to sleep with my mother.Don't get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing pornographic about it.Mom is not a pervert. She just likes the warm and comfortable feeling when she hugged someone. Whether that person is a man, a woman, a boy or a girl, she just doesn't want to sleep alone.
I don't mind at all.Kids, like kittens and dogs, who doesn’t want to lie comfortably in the warm arms of mother, listening to her mother humming lullaby and coax him to sleep?But on the other hand, since my mother likes to wear transparent pajamas, I can see my mother's beautiful and plump breasts quite clearly.Of course, I am still young and it is impossible to talk about sex at my age. It is just that I am from natural love - a child's deep attachment to his mother.
However, when it was my sisters' turn to sleep with my mother, I was left alone for a few weeks.Mom said she was tired of waking up because I was sucking her breasts.Usually, my mother's pajamas are always covered tightly, but occasionally I will find a way to uncover it, revealing my mother's naked breasts, and sucking vigorously like my father.
When I don’t sleep with my mom, I usually sleep with another sister who hasn’t yet made my turn.But it was nothing special to me. They were all smaller than me and their breasts had not yet protruded.In my consciousness, they were just two little guys.The only difference between us is that they squat when they go to the bathroom and they don't have to take their hair from time to time like me.
There were several times when three of us didn’t have to sleep with our mother. At that time, she would take a few men home and stay for one night or a week, but it was hard to say.After all, mom is still very young and healthy, and she always says that if dad doesn't know, he won't be hurt.That was just her way to have fun. In the eyes of her mother, those guys were just automatic toys. When her mother's desire was satisfied, they had the fate of leaving.
My father was released from prison when I was five years old, and then our family's life really began to change.
My father seemed to have become a different person, believed in religion, became cautious in others, and found a good job. From then on, our family's life has improved day by day.
I still slept with my two sisters until I was ten years old.We each slept in our own beds, but after sleeping separately, I felt a sense of loss again.
I have passed through my childhood when I hate girls, and have ushered in the puberty of rapid expansion of sexual impulses, and worse yet I inherited the strong sexual desire from my parents.
Due to my father's return, my desire for my mother's breasts can only be stopped in my miss, and my father continues to fulfill his obligations.My dad likes to read a magazine called "Men's". He hid it under his pillow and I discovered it.As long as they weren't in the room, I would sneak in and admire the women in this magazine, which was my earliest sexual enlightenment publication.
Of course, magazines like Playboy and The Loft may be disdainful of the content of this magazine.Its picture is black and white, and the girl in the picture always covers her nipples with her hands, arms, or fences.In my memory, there seem to be two pointed particles on a woman's breast, which seems to be specially designed to fill a man's mouth.Also, in the picture, women's legs are always together. What do they want to hide?
When I was nine years old, one of my cousins ??allowed me to see the secrets.On the way back from the rabbit hunting, he talked about the mystery of a woman's body and why men like to stare at women. I learned two new words - pussy and sex.He told me that there is no small cock between the woman's legs, but there is a crack called "pussy", and men can put the small cock into this crack, which is called "sex".He also told me that when men and women are thirty, they can give birth to babies through sexual intercourse.
Then I proudly taught this knowledge to my neighbor's children, like a nine-year-old sex tutor.As a result, my sister and my best friend's sister across the street were moved by me and wanted to have the so-called "sex" with me.My favorite sister across the street is that she is twelve years old and her breasts are already developing.
Later, all the children in our neighborhood came to play this game.Among all the girls, only my sister doesn't let me touch her pussy. I feel very unfair because the girls I play with also have brothers, and they can all play with their pussy and small breasts. Why can't I touch my sister?
I said we were playing because my cousin didn't describe in detail how men "fucked" when they took off women's underwear.
We just play it as a game.
A group of boys chased the girl, and after catching one, we took off her panties, spread her thighs, and spread her hairless labia to see the small hole we all wanted to enter, but all the holes were very small.My cousin did not mention the hymen and the woman's holes that could be opened, so we were just satisfied with rubbing our cock back and forth on the labia, thinking that we had "sexual intercourse", and the girls obviously liked it very much.Whenever this happens, I feel complacent about thinking that I have done something for an adult.
My favorite thing is to sniff or lick girls' pussy, I love the smell there.My cousin has never told me about this. I think this may be due to nature.When I lick the girls' pussy, they always acted strangely, but they didn't stop me once.
But the good times didn't last long. Six months later, we moved, and my early "sex life" ended in a sense.
It seems that our family is not in a long place, which makes me not have enough time to convince the neighbor's girl to take off my underwear for me, which makes me very upset, but worse is that dad stops buying girl magazines anymore.
As time went by, I reached the age of nocturnal emission, and I was surprised to find that my little cock actually became bigger and hard.I learned more vocabulary, such as penis, vagina and anus.I often fight with my younger brothers and sisters, and like other older boys, I like to bully boys younger than me.I learned a lot from these fights, but my father always protects his younger brother and sister, so I can only count on my mother.
Later, our family finally settled in California, and my father and mother bought a small villa.Due to age and avoidance, the boy and the girl lived separately. I lived with two little brothers, my two sisters lived in a smaller room, and my father and mother had the largest bedroom and a large bed.
At this point I need to clarify that they were still in love so deeply for the seven years after Dad was released from prison. The intensity of their love sometimes scares me, but it also gives me enlightenment that joy can be eternal when you find the person you truly love.Dad is very lucky, he found his mother, and I am happy for them.
Of course, I am still obsessed with my mother's breasts, but it is just a literal obsession.
My mother's love for her father is as deep as her love for her, but one thing is that my mother likes to show off her charm, and I became her main victim.My mother likes to wear pajamas from dusk, and she also likes to wear transparent and exposed clothes with open collars.When she sat down to read a newspaper or TV, her pajamas would fall to her chest, and I could even see her firm nipples.I often walk over and look down from above and look down at her protruding breasts and cherry red nipples. That was my childhood dream.I really want to reach out and touch it, but this is my father's patent and I don't have my share.
When I was fifteen, this situation made it even worse.My mother often walked around the room in her pajamas at night, sometimes wearing less clothes than she was in bed.Several times when I went to the bathroom or went to find water to drink in the middle of the night, I would meet my mother on the way.She was wearing a very narrow short petticoat (of course transparent), covering only her armpits, barely covering her upright and plump breasts, extending down to a point below the fork of her thighs, barely covering her slightly grave vagina, but as she walked, her skirt would sway, and I could clearly see the ripples of her plump breasts and the black curly black forest between her legs.
I began to wonder if my mother was interested in me.Of course, at that time I already knew the meaning of "incest", and I also knew that it was contrary to common sense and despised by the world, but I didn't care.I started trying to tease my mom, but she just seemed to find my efforts interesting.
When I was sixteen, my father was unemployed and our family's economic situation suddenly became tight.When the situation became worse and hard to sustain, my father had to consider going out to work.
Later, he found a construction job on the West Coast, which would guarantee that he could receive his salary within a year.In order for our family to survive, Dad accepted that job, which meant he had to leave the house for quite some time.
Before leaving, he held my hand and said, "I am the owner of this family now. I should take the responsibility of taking care of my mother and younger siblings because I have grown up."
This is just a father's parting instructions to his son and has no special meaning.He used to tell me like this because I am the eldest son of this family.
I agreed to reassure my father, but my attention turned to my mother.
Why is my mother's expression so strange when she looks at me when her father tells me as usual?
A week after my father left, my mother became even more coquettish.
Every night when I go to the bathroom, I encounter many "adventures".My mother was still wearing a narrow short petticoat, but it became shorter again, covering only her nipples. Most of her snow-white chest muscles were exposed in front of me, revealing her deep cleavage, which often made my eyes burst.Almost as long as I get up in the middle of the night, I will encounter my mother's outfit, as if she is waiting for me on purpose. I want to know what the real purpose of my mother doing this is.
On the first Sunday after my dad left, I sat in the living room with my mom, but I felt very bored, and my mom looked a little restless, and she said she wanted to teach me a kind of double card.She was wearing an old pajama in light brown, clear, and as she leaned down to shuffle the cards, I could see my mom's firm red nipples through the neckline.Every time our hands accidentally touch one, my mother's body trembled like an electric shock, and the two things on her chest were trembling so tempting.
We could feel a tense and restless atmosphere in the room.
My mother kept sweating, and even though the room was cold, she was wearing very little.My body temperature was affected by this atmosphere and began to rise rapidly.My genitals couldn't stand the loneliness and quickly expanded, swelling larger than any time before, but because they were tightly bound by jeans, my glans hurt.
I started thinking about other new games, looking for a game where mom could join, but only the two of us.My mother's body emits a seductive body fragrance of a mature woman, a fragrance that can arouse men's desires. This made me have a vulgar and obscene thought, and my desire for my mother's body suddenly became unprecedentedly strong.
I think my mother may be in the same mood as me now, but because there are other children around her, she dare not act rashly.In the living room, my sister Rose was watching us play card games with interest. With such a focused look, how could I have the opportunity to put my hand into my mother's pajamas?Thinking of her often fighting with me, I wanted to kick her out of the room.
But on the other hand, I was a little scared.
I am only sixteen years old, but my mother is a mature woman of 32 years old. She is older than me and my biological mother. Could it be that I am self-indulgent and wrong about my mother?Maybe she is just out of care for her children and natural maternal love?
No matter how much she is said to be my mother, how can my son touch my woman?Think about it, the textbook clearly pointed out that it is wrong to gang a close relative and gang a close relative is bad, and the consequences of gang a close relative and gang a close relative and gang a close relative are serious, so there should be nothing to doubt.
Thinking of this made me angry.
These horrible and chaotic thoughts haunted me strongly, and I stood up and told my mom that I was a little uncomfortable and wanted to go back to my room to sleep.
"Okay, baby. We'll see you tomorrow morning and have a good rest tonight." Mom said lovingly and kissed me goodbye.But this time she did not kiss my face, but kissed me on my mouth, and I swear my mother's tongue touched my lips.
The unexpected stimulation forced me to shoot twice before I fell asleep tiredly.
I woke up by urine at about 3 a.m. and had to go to the bathroom to get some trouble.I got up a little reluctantly, a little afraid of going to the bathroom, because I was almost certain that my mother would be waiting for me in the ambush on the road as usual.
But I miscalculated and my mother didn't wait in the aisle. It seemed that I was nervous. Thinking about it, it was three o'clock, and my mother couldn't stand it anymore if she was interested.
Oh, that's great, I haven't used the bathroom so easily in a long time.
On the way back to my room, I passed by my mother's bedroom. Usually, my mother would sleep on her enviable big bed.
The door is open and everything is as usual.
I stopped as I heard some strange collision sounds and rhythmic moans coming from my mom's bedroom.
What happened to mom?I think she must be doing something strange, but maybe she is 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 dressing table.
She faced the mirror, holding her left hand on the dressing table, and her right hand was blocked by the dressing table, and she couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but I could tell that her right hand was moving back and forth near her groin, as if she was pushing something into her body.The collision sound comes from the dresser, the moan comes from the mom, and when her right hand moves, the mom will moan happily.
I stared blankly into the mirror, and from the mirror I saw my mother's plump breasts tremble as she masturbates.
Oh, it was such a erotic and exciting scene, but before I could enjoy it, I was attracted by my mother's expression.
My mother's eyes were open, but she was not looking at her beating breasts or her groin. Her eyes were staring straight at me, obviously looking at my reaction.
The dim moonlight shot in through the window, and I thought I saw the urgent plea and need in my mother's eyes.
Suddenly, I felt extremely frightened and confused. I ran back to the bedroom like I ran away and fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up the next morning, I found my mother standing in front of my bed (this time wearing a fitted bathrobe) and put her hands on my forehead.
"It's a bit hot. It seems that you're burning very hard. I think you'd better not go to school today."
Actually, I am very good and don’t have a fever, but Is it a sixteen-year-old boy? How could I like going to school?If my mother agrees that I skip class, who would be so stupid that she insisted on going?
She made breakfast for my younger brothers and sisters to eat, and rushed them all to school as usual.
Ten minutes later, the younger brothers and sisters all went out and their mother 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, turned the water to the right level, and started my morning routine pistol.
Just as I was having a happy call, the bathroom door suddenly opened and my mother stood at the door.

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(two)
"I told you to take a shower, not to make fun of your stuff, do you want me to stand here and watch you take a shower?" she said angrily.
"No, no, no! Mom, don't, please close the door?" I begged.
After my mother disturbed me, I lost interest and my penis quickly shrank.
I hurriedly finished my shower and was wiping my body with a towel. The door opened again and my mother walked in.
"Hi, baby, let mom help you." Mom said, wiping my body with a big and soft towel.
"I don't want to interrupt you, baby," she said. "But we have to talk about what happened last night, and I think that's good for both of us, of course if you didn't ejaculate just now."
After drying my body, my mother held me and took me to her bedroom, and sat on the bed together, still wearing the bathrobe she had just now.
"Now, let's talk about what happened in the bathroom just now. How many times do you have to masturbate every day? Anyway, I've never seen a boy who ejaculates as frequently as you."
"Oh, mom! I'm not as much as you said!"
She smiled toothfully and said, "Be honest, don't try to fool your mom. Think about who helped you wash your clothes. Your shorts are always covered with dry semen, your sheets are always stained, not to mention that every pair of underwear in your sister and me is treated as a smear cloth by you. Your younger brother is only seven and eight years old, so it's impossible for them, so who aren't you? Tell me, how many times do you think?"
I looked down at the floor and said hesitantly, "It's usually five times, sometimes seven times."
Mom's eyes lit up and she murmured, "That's great."
She raised my head and let me look at her.
"Last night I saw you staring at me, do you know what I was doing then?"
"I don't know, mom. At first I thought you were catching something, but you looked very comfortable. Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have peeked at you."
"You're not peeking, kid, it's me who let you see. I need you to see so that we can continue to talk. I really hope you come into the room last night, but that's fine. Now we have something to say, we can see clearly what the other person is doing and who they are doing. At that time, I was masturbating, which is what you said."
"Did mom do this too?"
"Of course, baby," she said. "It's true when people can't meet their sexual needs. OK, now let's go to bed."
She asked me to lie in the middle of the bed, then walked to the window by herself, opened the curtains, and let the morning sun shine into the bedroom.
Then she took out a black cloth strip from the closet, walked behind me, and suddenly covered my eyes with the cloth strip, and tied a knot.
"Don't worry, baby, it will be untied for you soon. I just want to surprise you." I was thinking about what my mother said, and I heard something slipping down, like a snake, and then the bed moved. It was my mother who went to bed. She lay down next to the pillow next to me.
"Okay, I'll untie the cloth strip for you, but don't peek, your eyes must be closed." She said, "You swear not peek."
"Okay, mom, I swear."
My mother untie the strip of cloth covering my eyes and let it fall on my neck. I kept my promise and closed my eyes tightly.
I smelled the faint body scent of my mother again, the faint fragrance like orchids and musk I smelled last night when I was playing cards.
My lower body began to harden, and my mother must have seen it. I really want to know what her reaction would be.
"Okay, kid, open your eyes."
God, mom is so beautiful!
The sound of "hiss" just now turned out to be the sound of the bathrobe sliding down to the ground. At this time, the body of my mother in front of me was like the most perfect masterpiece given by God, naked and dazzlingly beautiful.
Naturally, my eyes first focused on my mother's twin peaks that I have longed to climb since I was a child.
I have never had a chance to see them without any obstacles since I was three.Now they were all placed in front of me openly, still looking so white, straight and plump, with their pointed nipples as red as I remember, and now they are already hardened with excitement.
My eyes swiftly passed through my mother's vagina, not daring to stop for a moment.I know I have to do this because I know my mom might have come up with a new way to tease me, a rookie, and soon I will be rushed back to my room to pistol at these memories.
My mother's pubic hair was dark and shining, and it looked a little wet. The thick pubic hair covered the entire hill, making me unable to see the crack I had seen at my girlfriend of the same level.
My mother suddenly pushed her pelvis forward, and her body leaned back, revealing the crack in her vagina.My mother stretched her labia with her hands, and I could see a large granular object on the top of the crack. Is this the so-called "clitoris" I read from a marriage manual that I stole from my mother's girlfriend?Below it, there is an unfathomable hole that seems to be able to swallow my cock effortlessly.
Thinking of the pleasure of my cock being swallowed by my mother's mysterious hole, I couldn't help but tremble. My cock became energetic and completely hard, and transparent liquid flowed out of my glans's small mouth.
Meanwhile, my mother pulled out a long white plastic dildo from under her pillow. She told me that this thing would relax her muscles, and then my mother inserted it into her hole and thrust it hard.
"That's what I did last night," she said. "I want the real cock to be inserted, but I only have this cold plastic toy. I can only use it to comfort myself. How I hope someone can completely save me. But my timid son didn't have the courage to do this last night. Now I don't need it anymore. I want you, son, come on!"
Somehow, I actually misunderstood what my mother meant because she was still rubbing her vagina with the plastic thing.
"Do you still want to use this thing to satisfy yourself?" I asked stupidly.
"No, kid, I don't want to come by myself, I think it's more fun for us to come together."
This time I didn't misunderstand anymore and stammered, "Mom, you mean to ask us both...we both...eh...together...that...uh...together?"
"No, baby, we're not going to use 'it'. We're going to have sex together! I suck your cock, you lick my hole. You suck your mom's breasts, fuck your mom's breasts, and I suck every drop of your semen so that you can't get up again today."
She turned my body and kissed my mouth gently with moist lips.
"Don't hate mom, child." She said, the first time I saw my mother crying, "I'm not old yet. I have a strong sexual desire like you, but no one can really satisfy me. I can't go to the street to find a man casually. In that case, your father will know that I don't want to hurt him. Your father wants you to take care of me before leaving. I don't think he has the intention, but now I really need you."
"Oh, mom, I never hated you. You don't know I miss you crazy, but I don't know what to do. I've never really done this with a woman."
"I think so, you don't even know how to kiss."
"Teach me, mom."
My mother leaned against me and kissed her lips again. I felt her tongue gently slide across my lips, then stirring my teeth and trying to squeeze in.
"Open your lips, baby," said mom.
I felt my mother's soft and warm tongue slide into my mouth, and it was tangled violently with my tongue. I subconsciously resisted my mother's attack, but her tongue suddenly hooked and retreated back to her mouth, but hooked my tongue into her mouth.
What a erotic experience!Our tongues were lingering, advancing and retreating, and both were sucking each other's saliva desperately.
At the same time, my mother led my hand to her towering breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples hard, and I felt the hardness of my penis was unprecedentedly hard.
Mom turned her head to me and said, "You want to suck them, do you? Do you still remember what you were like when you were a kid, and you were still sleeping with me."
"I remember, mom, you drove me out of bed then because I kept sucking your nipples."
"I drove you away because I like you to do that. When you were a baby, your father disagreed with me. You said that it would destroy the shape of your breasts, but he sucked my milk every day? But whenever I had the chance, I would suck you quietly. You still remember. You are born a good sucker, and I almost came out every time."
My mother's hand gently stroked my hard and pulsating cock, and her slender fingers gently clicked on my glans, applying the transparent lubricant flowing out of the glans from the excitement all over the glans and the entire penis.It feels so good that I keep breathing.
"Next, I'll teach you how to use your mouth, please look forward to it." she said.
My mother suddenly lowered her head, opened her mouth to hold my cock in her mouth, and the warm feeling surrounded my whole body. I couldn't help but moan, who had never tried the taste of oral sex.My mother was trying to embarrass me. Her head was rising and falling, her lips tightly sucked my cock, sucking hard, her tongue wrapped around the rod, wriggling back and forth, and her teeth gently bit the base of the cock, which made me feel a sense of radiance during the squeeze.
I have seen in some novels that men ejaculate in their mouths to please women. I don’t want my first shot to be wasted so easily, but I can no longer control my senses.
I feel like a classic car that is about to break down at any time.
My mother didn't seem to realize that I would ejaculate so quickly, so her fatal tongue pressed against my semen and gently teased it with the tip of her tongue. The numb feeling suddenly rushed straight from her glans.
I didn't realize what was going on. My waist became numb and a thick sperm suddenly shot out. It was blocked by my mother's tongue and it splashed everywhere, covering my mother's mouth. Then I lay down on the bed as if I was relieved. The radiating pleasure just now made me unable to come back to my senses quickly.
Mom licked my semen and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
"God, this taste is so beautiful, I like it. But next time I suck your cock, you should not ejaculate so quickly. At least you have to persist for a long time so that your mother can have fun, otherwise she will be angry." Mom licked her lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.
"Now, let mom give my good son some rewards. Come here, let mom have your breasts."
As soon as she finished speaking, I rushed to my mother like a conditioned reflex. My long-term special love for my mother's breasts made me so disobedient.
Mom sat up, her breasts were white and plump, although a little drooping, but they were undeniably full of the charming charm of mature women.
I reached out to hold my mother's breasts and lifted them to my mouth so that I could reach the two rose-colored and firm nipples with my mouth.
It is only now that I understand what it means in pornographic novels when men mention the weight of women's breasts.The mother's breasts are surprisingly very proportional, and this portion, this color and erect nipples seem to claim that this is the breast of a mature and perfect woman, rather than the so-called hard-filled or thin-skinned breasts of girls who are not well-educated.This is real breasts, they show the charm of a truly mature woman.
I only truly felt like an adult when I sucked them intoxicatedly.
Mom moaned and stroked my hair with her hands.
The scene that my mother used her tongue to make me come out vividly is vivid in my mind. I licked my mother's right breast, put my hard nipples in my mouth, and gently circled the areola around my tongue.From the sensitive tip of my tongue, I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly, and a slightly hot liquid oozing out of her nipples.I gently bit my mother's breasts with my teeth, and licked the lotion flowing out of my mother with my tongue. It was faint and sweet, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.
I was wandering on my mother's right breast intently, and my mother's moans became even more rapid. Finally, I couldn't help but say, "Is it bad on my left?"
"That's not the case, mom. I just want to make you happier. If you like it, I'll change it right away."
I changed aside and repeated the efforts I had just done on my left breast.
"Oh, baby, you did so well. Your dad is not as good as you. I really hope that when you were young, I could eat your milk every day. I really hope that when your dad was in prison, I kept eating your milk. I was so stupid. I missed so many good times. Oh, suck my mom's milk, baby, suck my mom's milk hard!"
I remember the scene when my mother sucked my cock and made me ejaculate in a mess just now, and I was determined to make my mother feel embarrassed too.
I lightly bit my mother's nipples and pulled it left and right, while rubbing my mother's plump breasts vigorously like a dough hand.
Mom kept inhaling and moaning, "Have force...oh...oh...then force...child...more focus..."
After I was so diligent and ravaged my mother's breasts for a few minutes, my mother couldn't help it. She pulled my head apart, pressed it on her vagina, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. Child, now you should use your little lewd mouth to fuck my mother's pussy."
My mother was a little busy and froze several times before she could guide my face to her vagina. It was already wet, and the moisture emitted was warm and a hint of sweet fragrance, which was a hundred times stronger than any stimulation.
"Listen Mom's place, child." Mom was afraid that I wouldn't understand, so she said, "Listen Mom's pussy with your tongue. If it goes well, we will both be happy. Don't be ashamed. You should know that this is where you were born. Your dad ejaculated the semen and then you came out from here. You're just going back to the old place to take a look. Lick quickly, put your tongue in, lick the honey inside, don't worry about ethics and morals, let them go to hell."
With my mother's words, I licked my entire vagina with confidence.The tongue was deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, scraping it hard on the vaginal wall, rolling out the continuous flow of liquid from the vaginal wall and swallowing it into her stomach.You know, I only do this when I eat ice cream or see a particularly beautiful woman.
I pay attention to my mother's reaction. When my tongue moves in the vagina, my mother will make short breathing sounds, her body trembles, and the secretion of liquid on the vaginal wall is intensified.
I found that when I licked a small protrusion in my mother's vagina, my mother's reaction suddenly became stronger, so I specifically attacked the protrusion.
Mom moaned, "Oh...yes...your little bad guy...oh...so smart...know that licking my mother's little beans...makes mom so itchy...oh...oh...so comfortable...oh...good...mom wants it...oh..."
I kept licking my mother's vagina, my tongue deeply inserted into my mother's vagina.
I savored the taste of my mom's vagina, a mixture of incredible sticky damp warmth with a little spicy and slightly salty flavors.
I felt a sense of inexplicable excitement because this was always my father’s favorite restricted area in the past, this is where my younger brothers and sisters were born, and I also knew that this was also where my cock entered in a while.
My mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and the vaginal wall contracted violently, wrapping her tightly around my tongue, as if she wanted to break my tongue and stuff it to the deepest part.
My mother's vaginal fluid kept flowing out, flowing to my face, sticking to my face and the entire base of my thighs, and then flowing to the bed, wetting the sheets.
"Oh...baby...my favorite son..." Mom shouted: "Suck hard...good son...limp my mother's pussy hard...oh...oh...mom is coming out...good son...you got mom out...oh...so great...no...oh...oh...oh...oh...out...no...no...then...no...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...then...th
I pulled out my tongue and looked up at my mother.
My mother's body was spasming, her expression was very painful, her hands tightly grasped my shoulders, and her fingers were deeply trapped in my muscles.
After a while, my mother calmed down, looked at me with a smile, and then said what moved me the most.

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"Thank you, my child, my lover. It was so beautiful just now. Mom also made you have an orgasm. Now, it's time for my baby son to experience the happiness of adulthood. Come on, kid, fuck mom!"
I crawled onto my mother and looked at her face. The erect penis touched my mother's pubic hair, stimulating my glans strongly.
"Mom, I know our behavior is wrong. We don't call each other's real name, like a couple, okay?"
"No!" Mom was unexpectedly excited.
Soon she said to me in a gentle tone again, "Child, do you know what incest is?"
"Of course, mom." I said, "Members of the same family commit adultery and have sex with each other is incest, like we are now, right, mom?"
"Correct, son, it's too right. Then do you know that incest is the most lewd and obscene? In real society, this is absolutely forbidden, it is a mistake, a crime, or even an anti-natural. Do you know all of this?"
I laughed, "Of course, mom. But isn't this more interesting?"
Mom smiled, "Mom is very happy that you think so too. I don't want to lose this kind of dirty feeling. I also want you to keep reminding me to know that we are mother and son and we are incest. When we have sex later, I call your son, you want to call me mommy, don't call my mother or mommy, but mommy. Children call my mother Mommy, I hope to remember that I'm having sex with my cutest son."
I looked at my mother's beautiful brown eyes affectionately and said, "I love you, mommy."
Mom replied happily, "I love you too, son. I'm glad you haven't had it with other women before. Mommy wants to be the first woman of her baby son. Mom wants to teach her good son how to have sex with women."
She reached out and leaned down, grabbed my cock, and said happily, "Oh, it's so hard, this belongs to Mommy, thank you, son."
She guided my glans toward her vagina, then wrapped my butt with her hands and pushed me forward.Since my mother's vagina was already wet, my cock successfully entered my mother's body.
Mom happily called out, "Oh, welcome to come back, my good son."
My mother taught me to thrust my butt forward and backward so that my cock can be fully entered and integrated with my mother.
I felt my mother's warm flesh wall tightly wrap around my cock. There seemed to be a suction in the depths of my vagina, sucking the penis deep into the depths. The flesh wall was squirming regularly, which was worthy of being an experienced and long-trained pussy!
I was fascinated by this completely unimaginable happiness. What kind of feeling is this?
It's not the kind of thing I've read in the book that "tight enough to break your genitals".
You should know that my mother once gave birth to five children, and her father never let her go every night.
It's a warm and comfortable feeling, like putting in a just right glove. It's not tight, but it's completely against the cock, and it feels very comfortable.
My mother's vagina was hot and wet, and this was the first woman's pussy I've ever fucked.
I remembered what my mother said just now, so I relaxed my body and let the lewd incest feel dominate my actions. I talked to her while fucking my mother's pussy.
"Do you like it, mommy? It's your own son fucking mommy's pussy."
"Do you still want to continue, Mommy?"
"Oh, this feeling is so obscene and so lewd, right, Mommy?"
"Is it comfortable to have a mother and her baby son?"
......
I lowered my head and bit my mother's nipples, pulled them hard, and licked the center of my mother's nipples with the tip of my tongue, giving my mother a sense of pleasure that was heart-wrenching and bone-eroding.
Mom's hands ran through my hair.
"Oh...yes... my son is fucking mommy...oh...the lewd son and mommy...oh...good son...too hard...continue fucking mommy...to kill mommy..."
I looked at my mother. She closed her eyes tightly, her face flushed, her breathing was thick and thin sweat oozing from her forehead, and she looked very intoxicated.
"My son's cock is very big, mommy? Do you like son's cock?"
Mom murmured unconsciously: "Oh...oh...yes...oh...yes...so big...good cock...so hard...oh...my baby son has a big cock...oh...oh...so makes mommy feel so comfortable...so quick...beat...and harder...oh..."
I learned about my mother's reaction to me biting her nipples, so I did another experiment.
I reached out to my mother's vagina, teased my mother's labia, and twisted the two labia up and down, back and forth, left and right. The penis accelerated in and out. As soon as it went in and out, my mother's lewd flesh was then brought out, bringing out a lot of lewd fluid. The scene was very lewd.
"Oh...oh!" Mom screamed, "No...no...oh...oh...forgive Mommy...oh...so beautiful...oh...no...son...mommy can't do it...quick...mommy is coming...quick...quick...mommy is coming...quick...mommy is coming...quick...mommy is getting faster...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...mommy is going...ah..."
Although my mother had just licked it out once, my mother's vaginal fluid began to flow out in large quantities, flowing along her penis to my lower abdomen, thighs, and hands, completely wetting the bed sheets.
With every powerful collision in our body, the vaginal fluid was stimulated to splash around and splashed all over my body.
My mother's vaginal wall tightened and tightened, tightening her penis, making every thrust I was extremely difficult.
At the same time, my mother kept moaning and making a lewd voice, impacting my consciousness.
The tumbling butt was swaying from side to side, as if I was about to pull my cock out of the root.
This feeling is much more than my mother sucking me out with her mouth just now. And that time was my orgasm alone, and this time I was going to squirt it with my mother!
My consciousness became blurred, and all my feelings were concentrated at the junction between my mother and me. I felt the regular pulsation coming from there, and I only felt my body trembling, as if something was constantly radiating, making me feel comfortable.
This radiant sensation lasted for a long time.
In my life, I can't remember when I ejaculated so much.
My body left my mother and lay tiredly beside her. My consciousness had not completely returned to my body. I felt that everything around me was so far away and so blurry.
In the blur, I seemed to hear her say, "Oh, my son is so good. He ejaculated inside me. It would be great if I could give birth to a baby."
I woke up all of a sudden.
Hell!I suddenly remembered that my cousin once told me that sex between men and women would lead to having children, and I not only fucked my mother, but also ejaculated her semen.
I suddenly became panicked. I am not a father. Even if I think, my brothers and sisters will not agree. How should I think of my father's explanation?It should be the father's business to let the mother have a baby.
"Oh, God, mom. What should I do if you get pregnant? What should we do next? How long will my baby come out? What should I do?"
I was indeed a little anxious. After all, I was just a child. When I encountered something I could do, I could only listen to my mother.
Mom smiled and said, "You know you will get pregnant like this. I thought you wanted your mother to give birth to a son for you? Isn't that good? It's also interesting to have a son who calls you brother. Besides, I want to give birth to a fat boy for my baby son."
I was so anxious that I was about to cry.
Seeing that I was so anxious, my mother teased me and said, "Baby, don't worry, there are so easy to get pregnant. Mom's safety period is still one week. Even if it's a non-safe period, if you want your mother to get pregnant every time you do it, then your mother will not be exhausted. Look at why my father and I have given birth to five of you for a long time?"
So that's it, I feel relieved.
My mother continued to assure me to dispel my concerns.
"Listen, child. I am your mother. Even if I am so slutty, I will not hurt my son. Mom just wants you to have sex with her mother, and I hope you like this. Don't worry about getting pregnant like this. That's mom's business, you don't have to worry."
As she said that, she gave me a long, slow, gentle, and deep kiss.
"Okay, now, I want you to try new tricks. You just licked your mom's pussy. This time we'll find some new ones, come, kid, lick your mom again."
Next, I kept licking my mother, and my mother licked my cock. Every time I fucked my mother before and after, I had to lick my mother's vagina carefully until she was satisfied.
But I do like this. That day the number "69" became the lucky number in my life.
When my mother clamped my cock with her plump and soft breasts, I felt like I was in heaven. This was the most amazing experience I have ever remembered since I was two years old. It turned out that breasts can not only be used for breasts, but also completed some functions of the holes. It really opened my eyes.
It seems that today is the happiest day of my life.
We tangled several times, until we were exhausted and unable to continue.
But it is impossible for us to continue even if we want to continue. Look at the time, the other children are about to come back from school.
It is indeed a problem for others to come back. Although I can have fun with my mother until my dad comes back, if my sister and younger brothers find out, it will be a big problem.
My mother and I decided to have fun only twice a day in the next day, one was before the others came back from school in the afternoon, and the other was on the night when everyone else was asleep.
But sometimes we can't stand it and we will sneak into the warehouse to first relieve the slander, then drive to the fir trees outside the city and stop and start a war in the back seat of the car.
Two months after Dad left, our happiest time came, and this opportunity was created by Mom.Since it was summer vacation, the mother arranged for other children to go to relatives' houses or let them go out for camping.
Of course, I want to be "forced" to stay and watch the house with my mother.
In this way, we have a whole week to live the world of two people, and I feel like a married man, enjoying the sweetness of life with my beloved wife.
I openly slept on my mother's big bed, and whenever we liked it, I would have sex all the time.
In order to please me, my mother didn't have any traces for a whole week. Even after our sex, my mother's breasts were so painful that I couldn't stand up when I saw her naked body.Especially her snow-white and plump breasts were covered with my saliva and bite marks, and the appearance of my semen flowing out of her plump vagina made me most excited.
Indeed, watching the semen I ejaculated flow out of my mother's vagina bit by bit was a great satisfaction.
But as my mother and I have sex more and more frequently, there is one thing that has bothered me from beginning to end, which has made me feel more and more mental stressed. That is, will my mother get pregnant because of our sexual relationship?
I decided to talk to my mother about this. After all, even children of my age are very clear about the consequences of being pregnant and having children.
After a crazy sex with my mom, I mentioned this question that bothers me.
"This is really the greatest moment in my life, mom." I said, "I hope it lasts a little longer, I can't imagine what I would do when I can't fuck my mom's pussy anymore."
"Oh, so am I, baby. I hope we can continue like this forever, maybe we can find some way to continue without others discovering it."
I kissed my mother deeply and said, "That would be crazy, mom! But if you have it, it would be difficult, although we have been very careful."
"What are you saying? Do you want to use a condom?" Mom smiled and lowered her voice, "Oh, but this is indeed a troublesome thing. If you don't say it, I've almost forgotten it completely, but it's too late. My safety period has passed three days ago. Forget it, it's all like this anyway, and I can't hide. I don't have to worry about the next three weeks to nine months."
Then she laughed again, "Don't worry, child. The chances of a woman's pregnancy are only slim. I don't believe you would encounter it by chance. If you meet it, you should be a dad."
To be honest, in the ten days after this, I have been worried and try to avoid ejaculation directly into my mother's vagina. I feel that my mother has also reacted like this.
Alas, getting married and having children is a normal human nature, but it is so troublesome to involve mother-son incest.
On the eleventh day, my mother said, "Okay, kid, let's take a break. Today is my day."
I heard the helplessness and desire in my mother's heart.
In the next month, we were all exhausted by this incident and time was often messed up.
Sometimes my mother said, "Today is a safe period." Then she changed her words, "Oh, I forgot which day it was, and it's useless to worry."
Oh my God, I am going to be confused by my mother. It seems that my mother can’t figure out her safety period.
While we were having a "honeymoon" during the summer vacation, we received a call, it was my father's and he was coming back!His boss allowed him to come back for vacation and he could get home this weekend.
In this last week, my mother and I completely forgot the worry of the past month, including pregnancy, childbirth, etc., and we only knew to have sex day and night.
I became bolder than ever. Not only did I ejaculate the semen throughout my mother's body, but I also like to ejaculate directly into the depths of my mother's uterus, regardless of whether it is safe or not.
"Mom, we have done everything in the past three months, but we still haven't done one thing."
"What did you say, child, do you really want a baby?" The mother looked very yearning and eager.
"No, mom, that's not the case. I mean, if you have a baby in the next six or nine months after dad leaves, others will doubt it."
My fingers slipped through her ass egg, stopped on her anus, and said, "I mean, I fucked your pussy, breasts and mouth, but I haven't fucked this one. Mom, let me fuck it."
"Oh...oh! Child." Mom said in surprise, "No one has done this to me, including your dad."
"That's great!" I said happily, "You took away your son's virginity. I at least have the right to develop another virgin land of my mother. Besides, my mother wants this, right?"
The next day, when other children went to school, I swaggered to my mother's bedroom. My mother took out a hose to facilitate me to enter her anus.I put the hose on my erect cock and stuffed the other end into my mother's anus. I knelt down, aimed my glans at my mother's anus, and pushed forward with force.
My mother's body is very nervous and her anus is tightly contracted, making it difficult for my penis to move.
I know from the book that if my mom feels happy, the sphincter of the anus will relax, and then it will be much more convenient to enter.But I don't want to do that, I want to force it into, and my mother also seems to want me to do that.
"Oh, mom, I'm going to go in. I'm going to force it into it, no matter whether you want it or not! If you don't want it, I'll be happier! Let your son deflower your mother's ass, you stinky bitch, you bad slut, see me fuck you to death."
This is the first time in my life that I have spoken to my mother so rudely, but it seems that my mother is very intoxicated.
"Oh...yes...good...son...good...son...good...stomp into mommy's asshole...mommy wants you to insert it...oh...oh...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good...good..."
My cock was deeply inserted into my mother's anus. My mother's anus contracted very tightly. The sphincter was like a pincer, as if it was about to break my cock, but it made me feel the strange pleasure when the cock entered and exited.
My mother seemed to be in great pain, but her butt was desperately coming towards me, giving me a sense of abuse.
Soon, my mother's thighs trembled violently, making my cock numb. A hot stream couldn't help but gush out, hitting the depths of my mother's anus.
My mother's body was extremely convulsed, her legs trembled, and the hot liquid flowed down her thighs.
I fucked my mother's anus twice this day, and finally my mother's anus hurt so much that she couldn't sit up, so I gave up.
On the last night before my father came back

, I went to my mother's room to spend our last night.
Mom didn't sleep, she was waiting for me, but she looked very melancholy
"Now you and your dad have something in common, kid."
When I thought of the meaning of this, my heartbeat was about to stop.
"It's over between us."
Suddenly, I felt that I had nothing to nostalgic for this family. Although my mother's tone meant to keep us in the past, my father will come back tomorrow, and my mother will return to her father's arms again. I can't face such a fact.
Whether you believe it or not, I am very happy that my dad is coming home. Even if it means I will lose my mom, I love my dad very much. He has been my idol since he was a child. I try my best to imitate everything he does, including having sex with my mom.I respect him and don’t want to hurt him. I think my mother is the same.
Later, I decided to leave home one day. I knew that I could not start a family independently with my mother because she was my mother, and I wanted a wife to spend her whole life with me and give birth to a legal child. I knew very well that my mother was not such a woman.
Oh, mom, my favorite mom, she can only be a dream that I can never reach.

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Chapter 2 The Rose with Thorns
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When I looked back at everything that happened, I was very grateful to my mother. She brought me into this world, raised me to "adult", and also the most important gift she gave me in her life - even more important than the three months that my mother and I spent wildly, that is, a year after my birth, my sister Rose was born.
Rose and I seem to be born against each other, and from the moment they were born, they like to go against me.Many of my relatives say that Rose was often bullied by me when she was young, and my behavior was very despicable, but I disagreed with it, thinking that this was just a very typical friction between brothers and sisters.Who has a few children in the family who are not noisy? It’s just that between us, it’s just a little deformed.
I mean, we have to argue and even fight on almost everything, and we don’t want to admit it even if it’s something we all like.But Rose has a secret weapon, which is to cry. Almost every time she can't fight, I will cry loudly.Although I hated her so much that I clenched her teeth and sometimes even wanted to kill her, I couldn't stand her crying the most. As soon as her eyes turned red, I had to slip away before her tears came out, so as not to feel soft-hearted and comfort her.
Of course, she also had times when she laughed, that is, when we stopped arguing, especially when we grew up to our teenage years, we no longer attacked each other.She also became very shy and melancholy as if she had become a different person, but she was too melancholy and was full of sorrow all day long, making me feel very uncomfortable.
But if you get in touch with her deeply and give her encouragement, she will give you a smile in return. My sister's smile can charm everyone, I believe that.
Her smile is like the rising sun, as innocent as a child, as sweet as a first kiss, giving people a radiant feeling.Anyone who has seen it once would rather die than watch it again.
Unfortunately, although I often bullied her when I was a child, I worked hard to win my sister's smile every day when I grew up, and I had other ulterior motives.
I don't know when I fell in love with my sister, but it must be very early, probably from the age when I started having a spring dream and masturbating.
When I was young, I masturbated very frequently, but the heroine I used as an object was not my mother, but my sister Rose.
It’s not surprising to think about it now. Although I like my mother very much and respect her, my interest in my mother is largely due to my admiration for my father, and later my mother took the initiative to seduce me.I think the reason why I was able to resolutely cut off my relationship with my mother in the end might be that I subconsciously think that the person I really love is not my mother.
I often see my sister naked in my dreams. She actively dedicates her pure body to me and sucks my cock...
One day, I was about to walk out of the room when my sister came in.I was thirteen and she was twelve.We both bumped into each other and naturally, we reached out to support each other.
I used too much force and pulled my sister into my arms. Her small and firm breasts were suddenly imprinted on my chest. Our abdomen touched each other with a "bang" and looked at each other face to face, breathing together.My cock became hard and poked my clothes on my sister's vagina through my clothes. My sister's face suddenly turned red, she broke free from my hug and ran away like flying.
I think this may be the initial fuse between us.
I was stunned and stunned at that time, and I didn't feel my sister's departure at all. I really hope that the feeling of being intoxicated can come again.
That night, I had my first orgasm by pistol.
I lay on the bed, rubbing my cock hard, recalling the feeling of my sister's little breasts pressing against my chest. I really want to know how my sister feels at this moment. How fascinating it would be if we both played this sex game together.
Sometimes, when my dad and mom go shopping in the shop or go to church for mass, they will keep us at home, and I always take advantage of these opportunities to peek at my sister’s actions.
At that time, a sex game between children was popular in our school: find an opportunity to go home with the girl, and then ask her, "Do you feel it?"', When the other party replied that there was no, he took the opportunity to get up and down, stroked the woman's body, and said, "You feel it now."
It took my sister a long time to understand this game, so I caught a limited number of opportunities to eat my sister's body and knead her breasts intentionally.It seems that I was so deeply influenced by my mother that I was particularly interested in women's breasts.
I tried my best to let her know how I felt about her, but I couldn't tell her directly that I loved her and that I wanted to spend my life with her.
However, that is what I can go the farthest. I don’t want to simply declare after having sex with my sister, and I see us as a relationship between lovers, husbands and wives, and even parents.
I once looked forward to our wonderful first time, and even designed every step: in the afterglow of the sunset, we came to the beach together, and I slowly took off her clothes.First there are shoes, then the outer pants, then the top, then the bra, and finally the underwear.At this time, the sun had set, and the sky in the west was covered with blood-red sunset. She stood between me and the sea, facing the beautiful sunset, and I could only see her beautiful outline.Her plump, beautifully shaped breasts outlined a perfect curve in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then she lowered her body and sat down, looking as if she was waiting, her furry pussy was vaguely visible.I couldn't help but walk over, gently put her body down, and then...
Unfortunately, my sister doesn’t seem to like this. “Did you feel it?'The game, every time I ask her, do you feel it?', after making me feel it for a few times, she suddenly broke free from my entanglement and ran away.
During that period, my father loved her the most.
I have never been jealous of the union between my mother and dad, but I have to worry about my father's preference. I even suspect that my father and my sister are already good at it.
Of course, it all happened before my mother and I had an ulterior mom.
With my experience with my mother, I want to take further action against my sister.If she refuses, then I will be completely finished and she may obey Daddy because of this, and it will definitely destroy our family because Daddy is an upright and traditional person.I could even imagine my father being angry, while my mother tried her best to protect me, and I waited and then our family collapsed.
When I was in middle school, in addition to learning some knowledge and cultivating my own confidence, I also had many opportunities to contact the opposite sex.
At school, I was neither a playboy nor a nerd, so I also dated a lot of girls, but at best I was just going to play together, watching movies, holding hands, and kissing my face at most. However, sometimes it was quite satisfying to have the opportunity to reach into a girl's top or shorts.
However, after getting along with my mother, I became tired of these false contacts.I am confident that if I touch a girl again, I will definitely make her take off her underwear.However, I didn't try these things again.
After graduating from high school, I got into college and settled in the school dormitory. This was the first time I left home to live by myself.
I miss my home a little bit, but I find college life is perfect for me.For me, this is both the fulfillment of knowledge and the good place for the liberation of thought.
In late autumn, the pastor from my hometown came and brought bad news: something happened to my family, it was a traffic accident.But he didn't tell me the details.Although I was preparing for the final exam at that time, as soon as I got the news, I immediately drove home.As I was cheering on the road, I called the police to ask, but they stammered and said they wanted me to come back quickly.
I had a premonition that the misfortune finally came to our family.
When I arrived at the hospital, I saw my sister Rose crying hysterically on the side, and the pastor was there, and I learned the details from him.
At that time, our family was in a caravan that my father had just bought and returned home from the church after mass. When they were passing by the canyon, they were hit by a two-person car. Both my father and mother did not wear seat belts and died on the spot.Although my other sister wore a seat belt, unfortunately the car bumped into her direction, and of course there was no possibility of surviving.Both of my younger brothers were seriously injured and suffered severe blood loss.
Luckily Rose didn't come with them.
The pastor said that my mother was upset that day and asked her why. She just said she had a fight with Rose, and she said she didn't know what would happen in the future.
At dawn, my two younger brothers were also dead.
I took my sister back to the empty home, but my sister was absent-minded, as if she didn't exist, and didn't eat, talk, and ignored anyone.
I took care of her carefully and I was worried that she would commit suicide.
The funeral was held on the third day after the accident, and the sister was present in person, but her dull eyes and lifeless expression formed a sharp contrast with her neat black clothes.
After burying the remains of our relatives, we silently accepted the comfort and wishes of our acquaintances. I could hardly hold on, but my sister looked expressionless, as if she didn't exist.
I took her home and then 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 a strange smell. I hurriedly knocked on my sister's door, but there was no reply. In desperation, I began to hit the door hard.
After the door was knocked open, I fell into the room and immediately smelled the pungent smell of gas and the hiss of the stove. Thank God, my sister was sleeping on the bed beside the door. I quickly carried her to the living room, placed her flat on the sofa, and ran back to close the gas and stove, then opened the window wide, and then returned to my sister.
Her face turned much better and her breathing became more normal, but it was very weak.
I shook her hand hard and kept saying, "Wake up, little sister, wake up quickly. Oh, don't scare me like this, little sister, don't leave me, wake up, little sister, I love you, don't leave me, wake up quickly."
She moaned, "Let me be alone for a while, I want to die, I should die, you won't love me, I'm very scared, let me die!"
"No, little sister. Don't leave me alone. I have lost a lot like you, maybe more. Don't scare my brother anymore, I don't want to lose you, my sister again."
She opened her eyes and cried for the first time: "You don't know, it's me who killed them, it's my fault!"
"What did you say? Brother knows you won't be like this."
She shook her head and said, "If it weren't for me, they wouldn't be on the road and there would be nothing wrong."
I tried my best to comfort her, "Okay, then what did you do?"
"Dad called me and said that my mom had told him that we had a quarrel. They were rushing back. I also heard that my mom and dad were quarreling on the phone. I think they must have had something wrong because of a quarrel on the road."
"Okay." I said, "You quarrel with your mother. Dad wanted to make up for this, and then there was an accident, but it was not your fault. Okay, tell my brother, why did you quarrel with your mother?"
"Because of you!" she said, burying her head deeply into the mat.
I was shocked, what's the matter with me?
I asked her now, and finally figured out the whole story.
The cause was that my sister discovered her mother's diary.
Our family likes to look back and look at the past from time to time.That time my sister wanted to write homework about her homework, so she went to the attic to look for materials and accidentally found her mother's diary. Although she knew that this was wrong, she still peeked at her mother's diary.
What’s bad is that my mother’s diary started when my father went to work on the West Coast, which was the day when my mother and I first experienced it that summer.
Although the diary records sweet things, it is undoubtedly the beginning of a nightmare for my sister.
"I remember the diary recorded in detail everything that happened after my father left," she said. "My mother was very depressed in the first week, but soon she became happy. She said in her diary that she was very happy that night because she found out that you were already grown up."
She suddenly smiled.
Oh, this is a good sign, she has laughed for the first time these days.
"Do you remember that night? She taught you to play cards that night." She asked me.
"Of course I remember." I said.
"I have doubted since then that something unusual would happen because she never taught the rest of our children. I still remember her eyes following you when you went back to bed until you disappeared into the aisle. I wonder what happened to you later, so I read my mom's diary."
I was surprised that my mother was so careless. Not only did she record our dating experience, but she even put such a lewd diary in the attic in a big way.Of course, I also want to know how detailed her record is and whether she really treats me as her lover.
"My heart was broken when I saw the record of your first sex." Her face turned to me, very angry, but sad, "Did you know? I always thought you loved me!"
Oh my God, why is this happening?
I almost collapsed to the ground. Is my sister jealous?
My sister spoke very quickly at this time, as if she wanted to say everything in her heart before she lost her courage.
"I thought I could control myself, and I mean, although I had long suspected that you and my mom had... that kind of relationship, but when the facts were placed in front of me in black and white, I was going crazy."
"I ran to find my mother, searched all the dirty words to insult her, and I called her a slut, a prostitute, and a pervert. I asked her why she had a best husband in the world, and why she was going to steal the only man I loved."
Hell!She said she had nothing to do with her father.
"Wait a minute, little sister." I quickly stopped her, "What did you say just now? Why did I always think you are not interested in me?"
"I love you, brother, I always love you." She was a little shy. "Do you remember the time we collided in the aisle and hugged each other for five minutes?"
I smiled and said, "Of course I remember, it seems to be yesterday."
"Do you know why I was avoiding it at that time? My bottom was soaked at that time. I was afraid that you thought I was still young and had dipped. I don't want you to regard me as a child."
"So that's it." I suddenly realized, "Why do you keep hiding from me when I play the "feeling" game with you? I thought you hate me."
"Have I ever run away when you touched my breasts?" she asked dissatisfiedly. "I avoided you later because I wanted to see if you have the courage to chase me. You are really a little childish, do you know?"
She smiled at me and made me feel much better.
But I had to ruin the atmosphere because her guilt had not yet been eliminated.
"What happened later, tell me." I continued, "Why do you think this accident was your fault?"
Her face suddenly became gloomy again.

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"I know mom told dad about the quarrel between us, and she might have confessed something. When dad called me while driving, I heard mom's voice. She seemed to be saying something, "Don't you know enough?" I think mom might have revealed something, but didn't say... " Her voice suddenly became very low, as if there were ears across the wall, "...you are incest."
"I was worried that my father kept arguing with his mother because he was angry and did not notice other vehicles. I reminded him, but it was useless. If I didn't argue with his mother, this wouldn't happen."
I finally understood the whole story, and I grabbed her shoulder and let us face to face.
"Listen to me, you seem to have forgotten that Dad is a strong-willed, highly trained, principled person. He knows how to distinguish between feelings and responsibilities, and no one can do better than him. No matter what his mother said to him at the time, he will not get out of control."
"Do you believe your brother? Little sister. I talked to the police officer who investigated the accident and they told me some facts. First, Dad saw the car opposite. Judging from the trajectory of the vehicle sliding after Dad braked, Dad did not accelerate at the time. He made every effort to avoid the crash, but there was a cliff on the right side of the road, and there was no way to go, Dad had already tried his best."
"Also, they're going to come back from the church even if it's not for you," I said in my sister's eyes. "You're just asking them to come back a few minutes in advance, but the truth is that even if they come back a few minutes earlier or a few minutes later, they'll run into the drunk driving bastard on the road."
"So, it's not your fault."
My sister looked at me and seemed to be relieved, but suddenly she said anxiously, "Then, what should we do now?"
"What do you think?"
"I said I love you, brother, I need you. When you shook my hand just now, I heard you say you love me, so do you 'need' me too?"
I took her hand to my parents' bedroom and let her lie on their bed.
To her surprise, I just picked a pajama for her to put on and then took her sleeping pills.
"I bring you here because we're going to sleep together tonight, but it's just a sleep." I whispered in her ear, "After what happened this afternoon, I don't want you to be surprised, so I'll keep an eye on you."
"But I won't touch a finger tonight, I have a lot to consider."
I watched my sister fall asleep and went back to her bedroom to find her mother's diary.After finding it, I will return to her.
Due to the effect of sleeping pills, my sister fell asleep deeply.
I sat on the easy chair that my mother used to sit on and started reading my mother's diary.
Although I have been deeply obsessed with my mother, I can never truly understand what she thinks in her heart, what position I hold in my mother’s heart, how my mother views our relationship, etc., I want to know that I have to satisfy my curiosity.
The first thing I saw was our first description, one of which attracted me.
"...He licked my pussy and made me climax once, but I had to pretend to have come three times. He worked hard and he needed confidence..."
My mother’s description made me a little embarrassed, but my mother’s love for her son was everywhere, which made me feel warm.
It was only after I saw it for three weeks that I felt much more comfortable.
"...I've been here five times today! This kid learns so quickly..."
From my mother's diary, I finally found the problem that has always troubled me - my mother actually wants to conceive my child.This shocked me, but also felt relieved.
The diary revealed that she really wanted to get pregnant with my child, but she never got what she wanted.As I said, mom has some condoms, and she hasn't had birth control, but she never let me use them.She had thought that she would probably have been pregnant if we had done it four or five times a day, but until the end of our three months, my mother was not pregnant, so she doubted whether I was infertile.
After reading my mother's diary (actually, it only recorded the three months we dated), I deeply thanked my mother.Not only did she bring me to this world, she also took on the responsibility of making me adult, and guided me step by step, allowing me to experience the beauty of the union between men and women.
After letting go of my mother, I began to think about my future life and my sister.
Tonight, I deliberately rejected my sister's courtship because I knew grief was the strongest aura.I don't want to let sadness mix into the union of sin between us, though it will be more exciting.
She asked me if I needed her, of course I needed it, too much, but I wanted to think about it again when we were all clear-headed.
I love my sister too. I don’t want to lose her. I want to watch her every day, own her, and live with her.
I recalled the past and said she had always loved me, so she must have loved me for a long time, so do I really love her?
I tried to imagine what would happen to my life without her, and it was a pale and desolate picture.Even in the harshest environment, as long as we are together, it seems that any difficulties can be overcome.
I thought about sex again

, but only the words "sex" and "sex" in my mind.As soon as I think of my sister's pure and cute face, graceful figure, and her refreshing smile, my cock can't help but jump and thrive.
Oh, if you do it with your sister, it will definitely be better than if you do it with your mother.
I'm back to reality and consider what we should do in the future.I mean we have to leave here, if we build families here, everyone will know that rumors and malicious slander will spread everywhere.But I really like our current home. It is a house left by my dad and mom, and I really don’t want to leave it.
If we want to leave, where should we go?I can't go back to college.What would others say if you took your sister back to the dormitory?I no longer want to pursue a degree.Isn’t I just want to find a good job after graduation?Like everyone else, they have money to have fun and find women to lick their pussy.Go to hell!I don't need these, I already have the woman I love the most.
I put on my pajamas and climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep with my sister.
I hugged her, their bodies were tightly pressed. Through my pajamas, I could still feel the pressure from my sister's firm breasts. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed on my face, with a hint of sweet fragrance, which was fascinating.We just hugged each other and fell asleep.
The next day, the brilliant morning glow shone on us through the window and I woke up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my sister's bright and clear eyes.She had obviously woken up long ago and must have been staring at my sleeping scene for a long time.
She saw me open my eyes, smiled slightly, and leaned over and gave me a fragrant kiss, but just touched it gently on my cheek.
Did her thoughts change overnight?
"Are you going to continue our conversation last night?" I asked cautiously.
She nodded and kissed my other face again.
I am determined to break the deadlock.
"When I said I loved you last night, I mean to ask you - yes - will you - marry me - sister."
Her eyes lit up suddenly, and then she straightened her body and pressed her hands tightly against her violently undulating chest.
"If that's the only possible." She was a little excited, breathing a little rapid.
"Listen to me, little sister. I have learned a lot in college, whether you believe it or not. I know some drug addicts and anti-war elements who can get us fake identity certificates, which are really useful ID cards. This way we can give different names and then we can get married legally. I hope we can be together forever, and I will not love anyone else except you. Promise me, little sister."
"That's great, brother." She shed tears in excitement, "I've been waiting for this day. I'm going to marry you, brother."
"But there are some things I think we can do in advance." She took a deep breath and said, "For example, having sex, I don't want to wait until the day of getting married."
I kissed her wet lips and said, "Listen to you, do whatever you want."
He said, but his hands were not idle.
I reached out to unbutton her pajamas, and her body leaned completely against me, while kissing me enthusiastically.I responded, gently biting her lower lip, sucking it, then approached her mouth, poked her tongue in, and ran into my sister's soft and slippery tongue, which was entangled with it enthusiastically.My sister resisted the attack of my tongue, and then put her tongue into my mouth and sucked the other person passionately.
I unbuttoned all the buttons of her pajamas and let it slide from my sister's shoulder to my waist.My sister's breasts were completely exposed to me. As I said, my sister looked very much like a mother.Her nipples are bright red, and they are as beautiful as their mother.Although the snow-white breasts are not as full as mothers, they are full of young people's youthful vitality, upright, delicate skin, and extremely elastic.
I reached out to the two cute nipples, pinched and twisted them gently, and felt them starting to harden.
I was very careful. This was my first time with my sister. I didn’t know how she really felt, nor did I know how she liked me to treat her.
I kissed her breasts, my lips swam back and forth around the areola, feeling the slight trembling of my sister's delicate skin as my lips moved.
"Oh...brother...my nipples...kiss my nipples..." she moaned.
My lips kissed my sister's nipples, licked and sucked.My teeth lightly bit my sister's hard nipples, pulled it left and right, and kept licking her nipples with my tongue.My sister kept moaning, twisting her body constantly, and squeezed her breasts hard on my face.
I used the tip of my tongue to gently tease my sister's nipples. The tip of my tongue pressed against the small hole in the center of my nipples, and squeezed it hard in.My sister's moans suddenly became rapid. She reached out and hugged my head tightly, buried it deeply on her straight peaks, and rubbed my face hard.
"Oh...brother...so comfortable...I like..." she said happily.
I let go of my attack on my sister's nipples, smiled at her, and asked, "Is this comfortable? Is your bottom wet? Is it hot and wet?"
My sister has been made of spring and charming, and her words are a little unscrupulous.
She gave me a charming look and said, "I'm so hot downstairs that I'm as hot as a boiling water. Do you dare to come in?"
I pulled her body over and let her back face to me.I knew last night that she was not wearing underwear, so I bent down and wanted to appreciate my sister's private parts from behind.
What surprised me was that I didn't see the pubic hair that an adult woman usually had. My sister's vagina was slightly erect, and there was a small, bright red crack, but there was no grass around the crack.This reminds me of the scene when my sister and I were playing childish sex games when we were young, and a warm feeling surged into my heart.
My sister obviously noticed my reaction.
"I woke up an hour earlier than you," she said. "Remember when we were kids, right? At that time, you tried hard to pull me into your room and lick my pussy like you did to your neighbor's sister, but I just didn't let you succeed. When I woke up just now, I thought, if we had sex today, I wanted you to taste my hairless pussy, just like when we were kids. So I shaved all my hair off just now. Brother, do you think this is OK?"
Seeing my sister's intentions, I couldn't help but laugh happily: "I said I wanted you to marry me, didn't I?"
"Yes!" she said hurriedly.
"Okay." I said, "Then let me taste my dear sister's little pussy."
I put my head between my sister's legs and carefully admired my sister's vagina.
Of course, my sister's vagina also has its own unique flavor, which is a bit like my mother, but it is much lighter.Her labia were bright red and obviously had not been picked by others.A crack on the hill that is raised by a faint grave is clearly visible, very conspicuous and sensitive.When my tongue was poked into her vagina, even if it was touched gently, my sister's body would tremble, making her look very sensitive and shy.
My tongue tentatively squeezed into my vagina, which surprised me to find that it was blocked by a thin film.
It turns out that my sister is really a virgin!
For a moment, I really didn't know what to do. I never had any experience in having sex with a virgin.
I heard that when the woman enters for the first time, it will be very painful. Should I enter slowly or forcefully enter?
I carefully outlined the shape of my sister's hymen with my tongue. It looked very thin and had a large area, so it should be easy to break through.
So, I decided to force it into.
My sister obviously admired the actions of my tongue in her vagina. In fact, this is what my mother taught me and the legacy she left to us.
"Oh...Brother...it's so beautiful...it feels so good...Is my brother's cock like this? Tell me...Brother...I like..."
I remembered that my mother once said that incest will increase the slutty and lustful feeling when having sex, and I think it is necessary for me to keep this tradition.
I temporarily let go of my sister's hymen and let myself look at her face to face, and then repeated the conversation I had with my mother, but now it's my turn to ask.
"Do you know what incest is?" I asked.
"Like we do now," she said, "the sexual relationships of family members."
"Do you know that many people think that incest is wrong, immoral, and taboo?"
She nodded.
"Then, when we have sex, we may have to use different names in front of others, but in bed, I want to remember that we are brother-sister relationships. I love you, sister, in the future, you have to keep calling me brother and I also call you sister, so we will be happier."
"Okay, brother." She understood it very quickly.
She reached out to grab my thick cock and said, "I have never done anything like this before. If you want, I want my brother's big cock to stuff into my sister's mouth."
Oh, of course I want my sister to serve my cock with her mouth, but not now, I want to deflower my sister before the cock has ejaculated.
"Okay, sister. But I want to ask you what you call some of our organs first."
I stroked her breasts and asked, "What is this?"
"My breasts," she said.
"Correct." My hand moved to her hill: "What's this?"
"My pussy," she said.
"Correct, but I prefer to call it pussy and pussy, which sounds much more cute."
Then I lifted my cock and asked, "As for this, many books call it a penis, but I don't like it. My cute sister should call it..."
"Dick!" She suddenly blurted out.
I asked in surprise, "How do you know this name? It is impossible for a pure virgin like you to know this?"
The sister smiled proudly and said, "I have a few more slutty girlfriends, they told me. But none of them are as lewd as me, because they dare not sleep with their brothers. I think that's just because they don't have a handsome brother as handsome as me."
"So, answer my question just now, brother, are you willing to put your big chicken into your sister's mouth?"

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She almost shouted out when she said the word "dick", as if she was afraid that people all over the world would not know what she was doing.
"Of course I do," I said, "but not now."
"I hope the first time between us starts with your pussy, and I'll still cum inside. Are you ready? Sister."
She bit her lower lip and nodded.
I knelt between my sister's legs, pressed my thick and long cock against my sister's cute crack, and the glans sank slightly, then slid up and down along the trajectory of the crack, feeling the stimulation of the intimate contact between the glans and the labia.
My sister's vagina was already wet, and her labia were covered with slippery vaginal fluid. As my glans stimulated, transparent liquid continued to gush out, and the warm vaginal fluid stuck to the glans, making me itchy and I had an urge to be unable to control myself.
I was afraid of ejaculation, so I quickly pointed my glans at the center of my sister's vagina and began to push forward.
My sister's place is very tight, the tightest of all the girls I've ever touched.
Although my sister's hole was very wet, it was still difficult to advance the glans. The vaginal wall was like a hoop, pressing my glans tightly, trying to stop it from invading.
I pushed slowly with great effort, and finally my glans hit the film. The contact between the two made my sister's body tremble for a moment.
"Did you feel it?" I kissed my sister's earlobe and asked, "My glans has been pressed against your hymen. If I stop now, then you are still a virgin. I wonder if my little sister is willing to let her brother seize her precious virginity?"
My sister's hand was pressed on my butt.
"This is the right of a husband," she said. "Since my brother is my husband, then this is the right of a brother."
Then she took the initiative to push my butt forward. When my glans pierced my sister's hymen, she just let out a low groan and still pushed my butt hard until my cock entered completely.
We finally got together!
From now on, we have been both brothers and sisters, partners, men and women, husbands and wives.Our union will be legal and we will love each other until our lifetime.
I didn't move, lying there hugged my sister, experiencing the shocking joy of the combination of spirit and flesh.
The room was quiet and we could all hear each other's heartbeat.
My sister's pussy tightly wrapped around my cock, and the slight pulsation from the vaginal wall was synchronized with our heartbeat.
The warm breath of my sister sprayed on my neck, making me unable to help licking the back of her neck with my tongue.
Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her vaginal wall was as hot as she said, and it began to wriggle violently, squeezing my cock.
The strong stimulation kept hitting my lower body and I began to thrust.
At first, my movements were light and slow, which gave my sister's newly broken pussy time to adapt.My sister's frowns finally stretched out, and moans followed, and they became louder and louder as I thrust.
"Hurry up...oh...hurry up...brother...oh...oh...the faster the brother fucks, the less painful the sister...oh...oh...ok...hurry up...brother..."
I had no intention of speeding up my movements because this was our first time. I didn’t want to ejaculate so quickly. I also had to taste the beauty of my sister’s body.
But sex is a matter of two people, and my sister has the right to make her request, so I started to speed up the twitching.
Five minutes later, my sister's breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Oh...this is so wonderful...oh...brother...I'm going to come out...quick...brother...she's hard to fuck my sister's pussy...oh...let my sister come out..."
At this time, I had no other thoughts in my heart except my sister. I just wanted my sister to enjoy the most beautiful moment in our first time. I can't disappoint my sister, so I have to endure it, even though I'm on the verge of eruption.
I am fighting against my will and I will persevere until the moment my sister climaxes.
I gritted my teeth and thrust harder, and my movements became stronger and stronger.
When I pulled my cock back, my sister's body would be taken off the bed, and then I poked it down hard and knocked her down heavily on the bed.
After repeating this for a few minutes, my sister's thighs began to tremble violently, the secretion of the vaginal wall suddenly increased, and it contracted sharply. I knew that my most difficult time had passed.
"Does it feel good, sister?" I asked panting, "Does my cute little sister like the feeling of her pussy being fucked for the first time?"
"Oh!...so great...my sister likes it!" she screamed, "Brother, give me more..."
I worked harder to fuck my sister's narrow and tight vagina, and the wriggling of my sister's vaginal wall eventually turned into a violent earthquake.
This time, I couldn't help it anymore and asked, "Do you want me to cum outside?"
"Um?"
"I said, I'm going to ejaculate!" I shouted, "Do you want me to ejaculate outside your vagina?"
My sister understood and immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, saying firmly, "No!!!"
"But if..."
She pressed my body tightly against my ear and whispered, "My safety period has passed, I want a baby. Brother, husband, give my sister a baby."
Although the voice was so small that it was almost impossible to hear, my sister's words were more exciting than all the most lustful words, which pushed us both to orgasm in an instant.
I heard the most provocative words in the world. The penis couldn't suppress the pleasure of radiation and finally erupted.I inserted my penis deeply into my sister's body, reached my uterus, and then indulged in all my life essence into my sister's sweet uterus, fantasizing that my thousands of sperm swim in my sister's uterus and form the crystallization of love with my sister's eggs.
Oh, I was utterly happy.
My sister's vagina was shrinking, tightly tying my constantly squirting cock, as if she wanted to bite it off and stay in her body forever.
My sister's body was extremely spasm, her muscles were tight, her pretty face was flushed, and her hands unconsciously pinched my shoulders, her upright breasts were grinding on my chest frantically, while her lower body was tightly pressing against me, quickly greeting her, and her inner wall twitched periodically, loosening and tightening, completely accepting everything sent by her penis without missing a drop.
Only when everything is over will our consciousness gradually recover.
My sister put a pillow on her butt, then gently stroked me who was lying on her, kissed my shoulder gently, calming her breathing down.
"My mother's marriage manual says that this will increase the chance of conception." She kissed me and said, "I will not restrict your movements, nor will I force you to stay by my side unless you want to, brother. You said you want to marry me. I think you mean to start a family."
"Of course," I told her, "but you can reject me before you have a baby."
"Can people who are not married have children?"
"Oh, I don't know how many couples in this world are made of siblings." I said, "So I'm not sure they will do it like us. We have to be careful unless we can leave the place immediately. Now you and we live in this big house. If your belly suddenly gets bigger, it's more amazing than any scientific discovery."
"I can't think about that much," she said. "You will definitely become a father before the end of the year."
Then she smiled again and said, "It was so perfect just now, it was simply wonderful. I am very glad that our first time was in my parents' bed, in this home we love deeply. What do you think, brother?"
"There is only a little regret." I said.
Then I told her the dream about our first two of us when I was a child. At that time, I dreamed that we could wash away our tightly bound bodies in the evening sunset, on the romantic beach, let the sea water wash away our closely bound bodies, forget all things in the world, and freely unite in the embrace of nature.
My sister giggled, but she seemed very fascinated.
"You should have told me earlier." She said with some resentment, "I can wait."
"Don't say stupid things." I said, "That's just my ridiculous dream. I know you hope to start our first time here in my mother's bed. I love you so much, and I will not refuse your request. As for my dream, we will always have a chance in the future."
"It's a pity that's not our first time." As she said that, her tears suddenly flowed down. "Brother actually hoped that our first time was on the beach. It was my brother's dream for many years. One day I will find a way to repay my brother."
In the next few days we have been making various arrangements and plans. We will sell the house, get all the insurances from our parents, and then leave this place that makes me grow up and full of happiness and pain.We are looking for a new place in the outside world where we can live and work in peace and form a family that truly belongs to both of us.
Afterwards, I ran around and met with some old friends and asked them to get me a new identity certificate, mainly our birth certificate. Only with these certificates can we apply for social insurance and driving licenses.I also asked for a fake military service certificate to avoid being a soldier for a few more years.
In the evening, when I got home, my sister greeted me at the door, except for the charming smile on my face, she was not covered with inches of her body.I picked her up and placed her on the soft grass under the old oak tree in the yard, and fucked her on the spot. As usual, I made her stick.
But my sister still seems to be unsatisfied.
"Brother, we have already done it on our parents' bed, on the sofa, in the bathtub, in the kitchen, and in the yard, but when can I suck my brother's big cock with my mouth?"
"Then, let me tell you first, do you really want this, or do you have to please me like this?"
She giggled and said, "My mother's diary said that you are good at using your mouth, and I want to give it a try."
She lowered her head and licked my soft cock like eating ice cream, which quickly made me hard again.When I completely recovered from my hardness, she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock in one after another, and then began to stroke it up and down vigorously.
"Oh, sister." I moaned, "You did a great job, brother cheer you up."
My sister kept making gurgling sounds in her throat. Her cock was thick and long, but it seemed that my sister was licking it very vigorously. Her tongue kept rolling on my body, and the tip of her tongue touched my semen from time to time. As a result, in less than five minutes, I ejaculated in my sister's mouth.
The next '69' posture became natural. My tongue violently attacked my sister's pussy with a flood of vaginal fluid, and her cock was inserted into her cute little mouth. My sister obviously liked this very much.
That night, we used our mouths to satisfy each other several times.
Soon, everything was in place.
We have a new name and new identity certificate, the house is sold, and our parents' insurance gives us a considerable savings, and it's a headache to deal with family's relics.
I left my mother's diary, while my sister kept my parents' big bed, and then packed up some of my own clothes.
My sister was like when my mother was on a "honeymoon" with me, walking around the house naked all day long.Of course, I also enjoy such beautiful scenery very much, at least it can eliminate my worries.My sister only wore some clothes when someone came, but it was just sweatpants, sweatshirts and sandals.
Fortunately, there is no one living around our house, so she can do this.But our new home is likely to be in the city, and it will be difficult for her to be so casual again.
I keep my mother's diary just because I see it as the only connection between me and my mother, and I still have a lot to say to my mother.If I remember something I would write a footnote next to her diary.
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Through the diary, I can declare all my unhappiness and pain.
Turning on the page I made the mark, the place where mom commented on my ever-improving sex skills.I wrote down what I wanted to say to my mother on it, and I told her that everything she taught me now I used it on her daughter.
In the last volume of my mother's diary, it tells my mother's opinion on her sister's discovery of her diary. I can learn about her mother's pain and confusion in her thoughts. What shocked me the most was my mother's last paragraph: "Now I understand that Rose really loves him. I hope they can be together forever and live happily forever. Unfortunately, this world will not allow this relationship to exist. Oh, my poor child."
I decided to start recording all my future life experiences at the back of this page.I want to tell mom that I have found a way, even though it comes at a huge price.
I told my mother that although I love my sister so much, if there is any way to make them turn back, I am willing to give up this love, and I think my sister must have thought so too.
I promised my mother that I will take good care of my sister and that we will never forget my mother.
About three months after my sister and I had sex, I continued to write our experiences in my mother's diary as usual. I turned to where my mother thought I was not capable of "conceived". This question once troubled me for a while, and now I can finally answer my mother.
"Dear Mom - Now, you don't have to worry about your son being infertile anymore, because I made my sister pregnant. The reason why you and I didn't get pregnant is that I think it's because we are not suitable for both of us."
One day for dinner, my sister told me that she wanted some pickled vegetables and ice cream. I was surprised and said, "Who in this world can eat these things?"
"Pregnant woman." She said softly.
After a while, I realized, "You mean we...we...have?"
"Yes, brother, I'm pregnant, it's your child."
I ran over this end of the dining table quickly, knelt in front of her, kissed her hand and saiddilylabloom , "Now we have everything, we are missing a registration certificate. We will leave here immediately and get married. Oh, how much I love you now, do you know, sister?"
My sister came up with a good solutiondilylabloom , and it is also a practical solution.
"We'll leave here in a week and once I become my brother's legal wife, I don't want to come back. If we still live here, I'll be in jail."
"But if someone noticed..." I was a little embarrassed.
"Brother, why are you confused? I only had six weeks, and when others could see it, we still have time."
"But." She said again, "Now, I just want to celebrate in bed. Brother, don't you mind sleeping with a pregnant woman, right?"
"How could it happen?" I quickly confessed, "I can't imagine any pregnant woman who can be more sexy and charming than you."
We had a party all night that night, which embodies all our love, passion and feelings. I will always remember this day, remember the fact that I made my sister pregnant, and I will always treasure it in the depths of my memory.
A week later, we went to Lino to complete the marriage procedures and officially got married.
We stayed there for a week of partying and had a sweet honeymoon.
Afterwards, we drove north and finally found a place to stay in Idahua.
This is a beautiful city with beautiful scenery and fishing and hunting.
I easily found a job in car repair locally and lived a great life.
Of course, our sex life is crazy, and to be honest, the feeling of having sex with a pregnant woman is simply amazing.Looking at my increasingly swollen abdomen and darkened nipples, my desire would rise with difficulty.Especially when you are having sex, you feel the child in your belly beating uneasyly, which can definitely stimulate all your nerves and give you a trembling pleasure.
A month later, my first daughter was born and I named her Asari.When I first hugged my newly born daughter, that feeling was completely indescribable.I wish I could give her all my love, all my best things, and all the most beautiful things in the world.She is my daughter, my baby, and for her, I can give up anything.
Oh, I will never forget all the love I felt that day.
That night, I recorded my feelings in my mother's diary and told her that she had a granddaughter who was as beautiful and lovely as her.
I never told my sister about keeping a diary, but she obviously discovered it.
Under the page where I recorded my sister's pregnancy, I found my sister's handwriting.
"Dear Mom - don't just listen to my brother's nonsense, and I'm there. 'We're pregnant!"
Looking at my sister's prank, I could only write down Asari's birthday and some of her characteristics with a wry smile.I think mom will find these interesting.
Due to the doctor's advice, we started having sex again two months after my sister gave birth.My sister is a little worried that it will affect her attraction to me because of having a child.But I quickly proved with my actions that my love for her remained unchanged, even more than before.
Her breasts are much bigger, and I like to compete with my daughter for her milk. I like to suck my sister's breasts and taste that sweet taste. This may be related to the fact that I rarely had the chance to eat my mother's milk when I was a child.
I really like to let her clamp my cock with her plump breasts, apply the squeezed milk on her breasts, and then lick it with her tongue.We are all fascinated by this extremely obscene sex.
Asari grew up healthily and happily, and four years later, our second daughter, Christie, was born.But this time we encountered misfortune and my sister was ill-pained.The postpartum doctor told me that my wife would have a life that would be dangerous if she had another child and suggested that I give her birth control surgery.
My sister was very sad because she wanted to give birth to more children like her mother.I comforted her and said I couldn't lose her. We already had two lovely daughters and there was no need to take unnecessary risks.
Now, my sister and I have a happy family, two lively and lovely daughters, a dog, and of course our love.
If anyone had the honor to see the scene of us having sex in bed, who would have thought that this was a brother and sister?

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Chapter 3 Memories of the Beach
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If this is an ancient Greek tragedy, I have to say that our peaceful and harmonious life has been ruined by something unexpected.
In fact, it is not a big deal. It’s just that when Asari was ten and Christie was six, our family moved back to California.
Fate always likes to tease people, and life is always spent in reincarnation.
Ten years ago, in order to legally unite with our beloved sister, we had to leave our beloved home, and ten years later, our family had to move back to the old place, but this time we brought back two lovely daughters.
We all love our home in Idahua very much, but because some neo-Nazi extremists came to Idahua, we had to leave.As long as these extreme fanatics are there, trouble will come sooner or later.
Of course, instead of returning to our original residence, we found a new residence near the coastline, so we settled down.
The days are spent in peace, and I feel that our lives are very happy and there is no need for any new stimulation. I think my sister - my wife, must have the same feelings as me.
However, when my eldest daughter Asari was fifteen years old, life began a new cycle, but this time the protagonist is not my mother and sister, but my two daughters.
One afternoon, I was dreaming in a hammock when my sister suddenly came over and woke me up from the good dream.
"The weather is very good today," she said. "The seaside will probably be more beautiful at sunset. But why don't you take Sally (the nickname of your eldest daughter) to the beach? I remember a long time ago, didn't you have a dream? I think it's time for her to realize your dream."
"Huh?" I didn't understand, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't you really remember? I put her on her underwear, bra, jeans, and a loose top as you imagined. I think her outline must be beautiful when facing the afterglow of the sunset."
"Sister, what do you mean by these?" I was still puzzled.
"Look at your memory. A long time ago, didn't you tell me that you wanted to seize my virginity on the beach of sunset? I also said that one day I will let you realize your dream, but now the person who realizes your dream is not me, but your daughter Asari, who replaced me."
I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that my sister had failed my dream because she wanted to meet her own requirements. It seemed that she had always felt guilty and wanted to make up for her "mistake". There was nothing wrong with this, and I liked it very much, but I didn't expect that my daughter would become a victim.
Originally, my brother and sister got married very out of the ordinary. If I get married with my daughter, then I will not be human.
I stammered against such an arrangement.
At this time, Asari came out of nowhere, hugged me from behind, and whispered in my ear: "Come on, Dad, you have fucked your mom and your sister, but don't tell me that you want to draw a clear line with your daughter."
"I'm about to say that," I said. "It's wrong to have sex with my daughter. Besides, you're just a child."
"Dad, I'm older than when you had sex with your mom." She said with a smile.
"How can this be compared?" I said firmly, "It's different for boys, as I said, I want to draw a clear line with my daughter in this regard."
"Then," the sister said at this time, "Don't fuck your daughter, fuck your niece."
"What...what...what?" I stuttered again.
"Sally is your niece," the sister continued, "Because I am your sister, my daughter is your niece. Is that OK?"
There was a little irony in her tone.
Oh, it seems that some things are inevitable.
I turned to my daughter and said, "Sally, how do you see it? I wonder if this is your true thought, whether you want this, or whether your mom asks you to do this."
She leaned on me and gave me a passionate kiss that I still remember for many years.
"It's what I think, Dad. I've read grandma's diary and saw everything about you, grandma and mom. I think incest is such a wonderful and good idea, just like you call mom 'sister'. It's so interesting and exciting to think about it."
Maybe it was a fool to keep my mom’s diary.
I asked my daughter to prepare camping utensils and sleeping bags, moved them to the car, and then I turned to my little crazy sister/wife.
"I think you know I don't have time to go to the city to buy condoms, right?"
The sister smiled and said, "Of course, this is why I didn't tell you until now."
"Listen to me, this is very dangerous. What if I let my daughter get pregnant? She is the product of our incest, and I worry if we have children..."
"Don't let her down," the sister smiled sweeter, "Sally thought her baby's name had been around for a week."
I was really shocked this time.
My sister suddenly hugged me, but not my lover's hug, but a motherly comforting hug.
"Don't worry, my dear, there will be no problem," she comforted me. "I have also heard many reports that children born from incest are all deformed children, but our Sally won't do this. They have always been healthy and absolutely healthy."
"Maybe," I disagree, "but they are only the first generation, maybe we are lucky."
"Listen," the sister was a little angry. "You and me have nothing to do with you, so our children have nothing to do with them. I really can't see how your and Sally's children might be a monster."
Then she played the last ace.
"I know you always want a son, so I am the same. Please, brother, let me have a grandson."
My sister is right. I do want a son. Maybe it's my chauvinism, but I do want a son.
Just as I was hesitating, my sister started crying. Although her voice was very small, her eyes were full of tears, which made me feel heartbroken.
I feel like a complete asshole.
For fifteen years, I have taken care of myself and kept my sister from being wronged, but now I have made my sister cry for the first time.
I simply hate myself.
Well, I want to cooperate with the crazy plan she has made. If this can make her happy, I will do it, even if it is crazy.
The road to the beach I am going to is very long. The place is close to my hometown. It is a very small bay with beautiful scenery, but few people will come. If my daughter and I have sex here, don't worry if anyone will find out. This is also the main reason why I chose that place.
On the way, I kept talking to my daughter, and I wanted to relieve some of her doubts because she was afraid that I would treat her rudely, but for me, once I decided to have sex with my daughter, I would do it very seriously.
In fact, she is a very cute girl, beautiful and well-developed figure, especially with a pair of plump and tall breasts inherited from her grandmother and mother, plus red hair and hazel eyes, her body is filled with youthful and healthy atmosphere.
If she wasn't my daughter, I would be very willing to have sex with her.
I decided to skip the pranks my mother had done to me and I put on my sister because my daughter seemed to know very well what we had to do with us and what it means to have sex.
Let’s talk about her studies together, the movies she likes, the songs she likes to listen to, the books she likes to read, and almost everything except sex.
Later, I asked her, "Tell dad, when was the first time you heard the word incest? Because your mom and I never talked about this topic at the dining table."
"Oh, uncle, dad," she said. "The knowledge about sex that children know about is not usually obtained from their parents. A friend of mine told me that she really wanted to sleep with her dad, but she didn't dare because it was incest."
"The first time I heard this word, I didn't understand what it meant at all, and the teacher didn't say it, so I looked up the dictionary and asked my mom again," she continued, "I asked my mom why people can't be incest, and she said I should read my grandma's diary."
Oh, hell!
I said how the diary of my mother, whom I have been careful about, fell into the hands of my daughter. It turned out that it was my cute and cunning sister who was dismantling my desk behind her back.
It can be imagined that when the daughter sees that her family has had at least two generations of incest history, it is not surprising that she wants to have sex with her dad.
"Dad, do you think we are forcing you? I don't want Dad to have such thoughts. If Dad doesn't like his daughter like this, I can give up."
Oh, now I really like my daughter a little, at least she knows how to care about me, my dad.
In fact, it is a lie to say that you don’t want to have sex with your daughter.
My daughter is so young and beautiful, full of vitality, which reminds me of my sister when she was young. Of course, what makes me even more excited is that I can actually lust all the women in our family, middle and lower generations. This is exciting to think of.
"I'm just worried that I'll hurt you, baby." I promised her, "Dad is of course very interested in having sex with his baby daughter. Originally, Dad didn't want to touch you, but now I know that you are very 'sexual' towards Dad, and your mom doesn't object to me. Now, Dad is going to teach you the most important lesson in life, Dad wants to teach you what sex is going on between men and women. I hope your future husband won't come to your dad to settle the score, because it's all your mom's fault."

Finally, we drove to the beach.
As I expected, there was no one here (people nearby called it "Lost Beach" because it was deserted).
We arrived just as soon as the sun sets.
We put down our luggage, prepared our sleeping bags, and started to hug and kiss each other.
But to be honest, as a father, I love my daughter very much, but as a love between men and women, I think it is impossible for us to exist.Because my love has been given to my sister completely. When I have sex with my sister, it is a fusion of spirit and flesh. Now, I have sex with my daughter, it is purely sex.
The sunset had completely submerged below the sea level, and the sunset reflected the red of the entire sky, and I slowly took off my daughter's clothes.
She stood on a sand dune, leaned against her side, bathed in the beautiful sunset, and looked so beautiful that my childhood dreams came to my heart.

Oh, my dream will come true soon.
I was excited.
I picked up my naked daughter, walked towards the sleeping bag, placed her flat on it, and quickly removed my clothes and hugged her naked and petite body tightly in my arms.
I sucked her small and cute breasts, and my fingers reached under her, testing her delicate virgin land, and inserted my fingers into it.
Um?
I was a little surprised because I didn't find out the existence of the hymen. It seemed that my dream was about to fail after all.
I couldn't help but sigh that the junior high school students are so open now that they already understand the joy of love between men and women at a young age, but I was also a little angry. Which bastard was ahead of me and stole my daughter's first time.
My daughter seems to understand my feelings very well.
"I'm using candles, Dad. Don't be angry, you are my first man, I promise that until I give birth to Dad's child, Dad is my only man,"
So that's it. It seems that my daughter cannot experience the pain of breaking her body.
My tongue started licking down from her breasts all the way to her pussy.
Her pussy looked very much like her mother, but she secreted more juice and her flow was so large that I couldn't even lick it clean, making the sleeping bag wet.
It should be pointed out that I didn’t have the necessary flirting before having sex, but she was already soaked.
As I said, she has no hymen, and her hymen has long been dedicated to Christmas candles, so I don’t have to be merciful, even though my cock is much bigger than Christmas candles.
Of course, I admit that having sex with my fifteen-year-old daughter is very exciting, but in many ways, it may be more pleasant to me to have sex with my sister.
Because first of all, we truly love each other, our love has reached a very high spiritual level, and it is no longer just a combination of the penis and the vagina.
And, what I like the most is my sister's breasts.
Although Asari's breasts are not small in size, especially for her age.And her breasts are firm and elastic, just like her youth, which makes her proud.
Unfortunately, what I like is the breasts of a truly mature woman. Although young and enviable, young breasts may not necessarily give me more than the stimulation my mother and sister give me.
Maybe when her breasts can secrete juice and the nipples will become more attractive after being sucked by the baby.
Our process is very stylized, but the pleasure of incest still gives me a strong stimulation.
We kept changing various positions, at first I was on it, and then changed to dog crawling style.
It was only when I switched to Asari on it that I gave me some stimulation because I like to watch her breasts beating with the tummy of her body.
I like the feeling of rubbing my daughter's breasts with my hands while twitching my cock.
I only pressed my hands on one side, and at first I just pressed them on my breasts to make them shake in my palms as my body undulates, and then I started to squeeze and rub them hard.
Such an attack made Asari very excited, and moans came one after another.
It was almost the same when I looked, I turned over and pressed her under me and started the final sprint.
My cock was as hard as an iron rod, and it was getting faster and faster like an oil drill. I was determined to make her reach a real climax and then send out all my stocks.
As my thrusting became more and more fierce, Asari's orgasm came soon, and she tightly wrapped around me like an octopus.
"Oh...I'm coming...Uncle...Oh...Dad...Ejaculate in...I want a baby...My and my baby...Ejaculate in...Dad...Come on me...Ejaculate on my daughter...Um...Go to me..."
Oh, I can't let my daughter down.
My semen spurted out and all poured into the depths of my daughter's vagina.
I felt extremely satisfied after clearing all the stock.
"Let your dad be a father again and hold a grandson." I whispered in her ear, "Good daughter, give birth to a son for your dad. Maybe one day you can have sex with your son and your brother."
As we lay on the beach, and as I hugged her, an evil thought suddenly arose in my mind.
As my daughter said, incest really has an evil and eternal charm. Perhaps when incest was accustomed to it in ancient times, people did not think it was different from eating and sleeping. However, due to the rise of modern so-called civilizations, incest became illegal in many places, but this instead increased the stimulation and rebelliousness of incest.
Just like our family, when I was having sex with my mother, I was still an ignorant child. At that time, all I felt was the joy of sex. It was only when I grew up that I found a trace of shame for incest from my memories. Perhaps the only one who truly realized the stimulation of incest at that time was my mother.
As for my sister and I, to be honest, if we didn’t like to scream “brother” and “sister” when we had sex, I hardly thought we were incest.
Now it’s my daughter’s turn that I have realized the joy of betrayal of morality. I don’t know how my daughter sees incest.
"What do you think, baby? Will you sleep with my grandson in the future, just like your grandma and me?"
"I don't know, dad," she said. "Now I don't think so. I like having sex with dad, and even getting pregnant with dad's kids, but I don't want to sleep with my son. For one thing, they are not you, and now I'm not interested in having sex with other men. And, once I get married, I will be loyal to my husband and will not let my son go to my bed."
"What if your husband dies suddenly?"
"If that were the case, I might sleep with my son, or just come back with you, dad," she said firmly, "but I wouldn't do that as long as my husband is alive for one day."
She is only fifteen years old, but it is very realistic.
She set a very high standard for herself and her future husband.
I sincerely hope she can find such a man.
But if that man hurts her, I will definitely kill that bastard.
"It's a little cold." I said, "Come on, good daughter, let's do it again and go home."
"What's wrong, Dad?" she chuckled, "Dad can only hold on twice?"
"Of course I can fuck you and ask for help, you little villain," I hit her gently, "I'll leave some more for your mom. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be here."
From then on, as long as Asari and I need it, we will have a party.But she didn't dare to go to bed with me and my sister because her sister was actually jealous of her daughter. If she really dared to climb onto our bed, I'm sure my sister would definitely dig off her eyes.
Of course I won’t neglect my daughter, we’ll come here about two or three times a week.
I taught her all kinds of sex methods, and she especially likes anal sex, which made me very happy because although my sister did not object to me entering her anus, she obviously didn't like it. Now that I'm fine, I have a daughter to satisfy me.
Six months later, Asari asked me to take her to the beach again.
We rushed to the beach before sunset again. Asari stood on the dune, facing the bloody sunset, took off her clothes one by one, and then used her breasts, butt, lewd mouth and vagina to satisfy my lustful dad.
"This period is very important to me, Dad," she said. "My period has been stopped for three months."
She walked towards me and pressed my hand on her lower abdomen.
"What kind of name are you going to give him?"
"Richard," I said, "this is my dad's name."
Her other hand also pressed on her slightly drumming belly and said, "Richard, this is your dad and mom."
I kissed her belly and said, "My son, dad loves you very much."
That night, I found the fun of having sex with pregnant women and we had a crazy lewd night on the beach.
After I got home, I told my sister the news of Asari's pregnancy and wanted to surprise her, but I didn't expect that she already knew.
We pretended to arrange for Asari to study in France for a year, but in fact we placed her in a room we rented in Oregon.
In this way, we can not only protect Asari's reputation from damage, but also visit her frequently.
In fact, my sister and I take turns to accompany her every day. On weekends, we will reunite our whole family.
In those days, I had a rare time to rest. You should know that it is also very tiring to deal with two women who are like wolves and tigers every day.
When it was my sister's turn to accompany Asari, I felt relieved.
Because although my sister is usually very dignified, she will become a person when she goes to bed, passionate and unhappy. Her daughter Asari is simply a slut. She deals with two people at the same time every day. No matter how good my health is, she will be dragged down.
I asked my sister to accompany my daughter, in fact, I wanted to avoid it for the time being and give me a rest time.
Of course, everyone will not forget that I have a little daughter Christie.
A week after Ashari announced she was pregnant, one night my 10-year-old daughter Christie walked into my study.
"Mommy said you should take me to the beach tonight, Dad. Are we going? I want to see the shells and sea urchins by the beach."
I went to the beach to pick up shells and saw that the sea was good. When I was thinking this way, Christie added.
"You want to teach me how to have a baby, dad, just like you and your sister did."
Oh, my goodness!
This is awesome!
"Rose, come here soon, hurry up." I screamed.
It seems that my sister is a little obsessed with it, and she dares to help me with such an idea.
"Don't pretend you don't want this, or you don't like it." The sister walked in, "Why did you refuse this time? Is there any difference between her and Sally?"
This time I found a reason to refute.
"She's just a ten-year-old child."
My sister obviously had expected that I would say this, and she walked up to me and whispered to me, "When you went to the beach with Sally last week, Christie and I slept. She was hairless."
Hairless?!!!
My cock suddenly swelled, and my thoughts flew back to my elementary school days, and the pure sex games of childhood came to my mind.
Oh, I know where to put my cock.
I told Christy to go and put on a swimsuit, bring a sleeping bag, and wait for me in the car.
"Oh, that's great." She clapped her hands happily.
"How much does she know?" I asked.
"She doesn't know anything. I just told her that you will teach her everything about how to have a baby. She really doesn't know anything. You have to teach her well and do your duty as a father."
Then she stared into my eyes and said for a while, "Let her fall like us."
If we look at it from an incest perspective, my sister and I have a rather monotonous sex life, and our sex style is limited to very traditional sex and oral sex, which is completely contrary to the anti-traditionality of incest, and there is no modern popular bondage or SM or something like that.
Although every time I have sex with her, I will achieve spiritual and physical satisfaction, it is always lacking in stimulation.
Now, I realize that my sister is indeed a bit perverted mentally. Although her own actions are conservative, she is very happy to see her two pure daughters transformed into two sluts by me.
Christie is different from her slutty and extroverted sister. She is lonely by nature, shy by nature, very home-loving and has no friends.
When Asari already knew how to masturbate, Christie didn't know anything about it.
I was a little confused about how my little daughter Christie and I spent tonight.
I don't know what she would react when I put my tongue into her mouth when I kissed her?
Will she bite me?
Does she have sexual impulses at such a young age?
Will she feel wet when I teased her vagina?
I don't know these.
But I wonder what her childish pussy smells.
So can the fact that her youth and virginity bring me a stronger stimulation than her mother and sister?
Her breasts are not starting to develop, will it harden when I lick her nipples?
Will she be excited?
I decided we started with our mouths, and I wanted to know how much my thick cock could be accommodated by my daughter's small mouth.
I might have to take some tough measures, like I did when I was a kid dealing with my classmates.
I will teach her some necessary pornography and I will explain it to her in detail every step I take until my cock pierces her hymen.
Oh, no, my thoughts are too perverted, it’s okay to be incest, but now even my young girls want to rape them.
I can't do this, I can't ruin the purity of my innocent and lovely little daughter.
But I then asked myself, "A long time ago, didn't I think about playing with my daughter one day? Didn't I want to give them my best? My best thing is of course my hot semen. I should have shot the semen into her mouth and body. This is a father's love for his daughter, and I can't stop."
I decided that I will not stop my actions, but I must make sure not to hurt my daughter, I will be very gentle!
This 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 set yet, but the surroundings were still deserted.
The fresh sea breeze blew slightly, bringing a burst of coolness.
Early autumn has arrived.
Maybe in a while, it will no longer be suitable for travelers to take a walk on the beach.
Of course, only those who have ulterior motives, such as those who want to fuck their daughter, will come to this desolate beach at this time.
I know there is a cave nearby, which I discovered when I came a few times ago and I plan to use it as a love nest shared by my daughter and I tonight.
Christie, who was the first time she saw the sea, seemed very happy. After getting my permission, she jumped to the beach to pick up shells, while I started to pack up the dry firewood and set up the fire.
When night fell, I called my playful daughter back.
From the perspective of the bystander, this is really a very pastoral and romantic scene.
A loving father and an innocent and lively daughter were in a cave with a bonfire, looking at the dusk beach outside the cave, listening to the sound of the sea breeze blowing the sand and rustling, and tasting the rich picnic they prepared.
Oh, how can this teach people to think of something contrary to the morals?
After eating, Christie sat with me at the campfire, and the blazing flames illuminated the entire cave and warmed the air around her.
I gently hugged Christie in my arms, but I didn't hug her very tightly. I hope she could feel my love and the sense of security I brought her.
On the distant sea level, the sun had sunken down. The blood-red sunset illuminated most of the sky. The rippling sea surface was flashing with red flames. Under the afterglow of the sunset, everything between heaven and earth seemed to have changed color.
I also became gentle, my palms lovingly stroking my daughter's soft and beautiful hair, and my lips gently kissed her white and flawless face and forehead.
"Everything here is so beautiful, dad," the daughter was obviously fascinated by the beautiful scenery by the sea. "How long can we stay here?"
"Stay as long as you want, baby." I replied.
After sorting out my mood, I took a deep breath to calm myself down completely.
"But, I remember you didn't have any questions to ask your dad? For example, something about the baby."
My daughter suddenly became excited and she looked up at me.
"Yes, dad, is your sister going to have a baby? How did her baby come about? Her friend Judy is older than her, but why doesn't she have a baby?"
"Listen to me, little baby, Sally has a baby because her father 'fucked' her and had sex with her, and then she could get pregnant and give birth to a baby."
I knew that she wouldn't understand, and I decided to act according to my plan. I wanted her to ask herself, and then I would answer her.
Perhaps, she hadn't expected that she was being lured by her biological father.
"What is pregnancy, dad?" the daughter asked curiously.
Very good, this is the first question.
"Well, let's say that, a girl has a baby in her belly and is about to give birth. This is called pregnancy."
But the following questions obviously made Christie embarrassed, so hesitated for a long time before he could speak out, and the voice was so low that I could hardly hear it.
"Then, what's the 'do', Dad? Isn't this a swear word?"
"Yes, if you use it to swear, it's swearing, but if you use it in other ways, it means a very wonderful thing. "Doing" means dad put his big cock (penis) into Sally's kitten (cunt), and then ejaculate inside."
The daughter blinked her eyes, looking confused. Obviously, these words were too difficult for a little girl under eleven years old. She neither knew nor understood the meaning of these words.
Of course, she didn't notice that I, a father, were lyrically and comfortably stroking her slightly bulging chest and soft thighs.
"Dad, why can't I understand what you said? What is Dad's "big cock"? Moreover, Sally doesn't have any kittens, how can you put your "big cock" in? And, well, that, what is ejaculation? Should you put something in one place

?"
"Yes," I said with a smile, "a very wonderful place."
"Dad, I've confused you."
"Okay, baby, let's not talk about this anymore. Let dad explain it to you in detail. Dad's "big cock" is... well, that's it... forget it, it's better for you to see it with your own eyes."
Everything went according to my plan. When I took off my pants, my daughter did not express her surprise. Instead, she looked at the columnar between my legs with interest, as if she suddenly discovered something new.
Of course, because I thought about the impending introduction of my daughter, my cock was already erect and stood up straight at 90 degrees, but my daughter obviously did not realize what this meant, and of course it was even more impossible to know that soon I would force myself into her poor virgin body, which was thick, hard and long.
"See it, this is Dad's "big cock". You can also call it a penis, a big cock, or anything else. Dad uses it to make girls have children. Dad first uses it to make your mother give birth to you and Sally, and then uses it to make your sister pregnant. All Dad needs to do is put it in your "kitten". Oh, this is just a name. It is not a real cat. It is just one thing that all girls have. You have it, baby."
"I have it, dad?"
"Yes, it's...well, but if you're still wearing this swimsuit, Dad can't tell you. Can you take it off first?"
"Okay, dad."
My daughter is so innocent and has no doubts about her father at all. Of course, in her simple mind, she doesn’t even have the concept of sex, so naturally she doesn’t know what it means to be naked in front of a man with a big penis. Although I am her father, she is still a child.
In just a few seconds, Christie had taken off her swimsuit, naked with the little girl's delicate pink body, and snuggled in my arms like a coquettish act.
To be honest, I don't mind whether my daughter's breasts are fully developed, and in fact, it's simply impossible for Christie.
Her breasts were as open as her mind, but her small and sharp pink nipples deeply attracted me. In our family, all women's nipples are all small and always tempting pink. This is the mother, this is the sister, this is the eldest daughter Asari, and this is the younger daughter Christie is no exception.
I stuck out my tongue and gently licked my little daughter's tender and sensitive nipples. My daughter's body immediately reacted. Her little nipples quickly became hard under my old teasing. Her petite body couldn't help but tremble.
"Um... so comfortable... Dad... Dad... Dad... Dad... I like it... Itchy... It's so itchy... Dad... What does this feel like... Um... Lick... Licking... Licking my daughter's little grandma..."
I continued to tease my daughter's sensitive nipples with the tip of my tongue. When she was so itchy that she was in my arms, I pressed my palm under her lower abdomen.
My sister said it right. The little daughter has no hair at all, and she is so bare and very slippery.
Her female vagina was like hers, completely unripe, like a green fruit, but just protruded slightly upwards, and the narrow crack on it was tightly bonded together, and it seemed unlikely that it would be possible to fully accommodate my big stick.
I caressed my daughter's soft and tender vagina lovingly, and gently rubbed it with my palms.
"This is your vagina, baby," I said, lifting her closed labia and inserting her little finger in it. "Also, this cute little hole is your "kitten."
I began to gently twitch my little fingers, allowing it to go in and out of my daughter's narrow vagina, and at the same time I drew circles from time to time, allowing my fingertips to pass through her soft vagina, carefully stretching her tender pussy.
"All fathers put their big cocks into a woman's little hole and ejaculate them inside, and then the baby can be born," I explained. "Of course, most of the dads and moms in the world do this just to make each other happy, but sometimes they have to do this when they want children."
Suddenly, Christy sobbed quietly.
Oh, am I hurting her?
"What's wrong, little baby?" I asked with concern.
"Oh, dad," she cried, "daughter...daughter may never be a mother!"
"Why, what happened to you, baby?"
"My little hole is wrong, and it has been bleeding lately."
This is a surprising discovery, but it is also a dangerous sign.
My daughter is only ten years old, but she has already started to have menstruation!
And I think as usual, I don’t wear condoms at all, in fact, I never wear that kind of burden.
Of course, I know what this means, but anyway, I must now comfort my daughter first.
"Do you bleed every day?" I asked, pretending not to know what was going on, "but now I don't see you bleed."
"Oh no, dad, it's not bleeding every day, it's just flowing once every once in a while."
"So how often does it take to come?"
"It's once a month since school started." She sobbed sadly.
It turned out that Christie had been menstruating for three consecutive months.
"Have you told my mother?" I asked, I knew my sister cared about her daughter. If she knew that her daughter had come, she would definitely tell her what was going on.
"Not yet, Dad, I dare not tell mom," the daughter replied, "Dad, am I going to die?"
"Don't worry, baby," I held her tightly in my arms and said to her ears, "This is a sign that you have grown up, you are already a real woman. You don't have to worry about you being unable to be a mother, Dad promises that you will soon become a real mother, and bleeding just tells you that you can have a baby."
I paused and then asked, "When did the last bleeding happen?"
The daughter tilted her head for a while and said, "It's about two weeks ago."
It's great. The time is so clever. This time, I'm very sure that she will really give birth to a baby.
With my explanation, my daughter felt relieved and looked much calmer.
"So, what is ejaculation, Dad? How did you do it?"
"Well, I said just now, Dad inserted his big cock into your little hole, then thrust back and forth, until the end, it will ejaculate."
"Dad should do it for you," I pulled my daughter's little hand and asked her to hold my erect cock. "Yes, grab dad's big cock and make your hands move up and down."
So, my daughter obediently used gloves to pick up my hot cock.
However, I don’t want my precious semen to be wasted in the air. I just want her to become interested in my cock in order to help her next action.
I asked her to rub my cock for a while and stopped her.
"This won't satisfy my dad. Baby, my dad's big cock is very delicate. It needs gentle and considerate care. Your hands are too dry, so my dad is not very comfortable."
It's really embarrassing to lie in front of the child. In fact, my daughter's hands are chubby, warm and soft. It makes me feel very happy when I stroke my cock, but what I want to do is the next step.
"The little holes of girls are very warm and moist, and it's the best for putting dad's big cock," I tempted me, "But let's try it in your mouth first? There is similar to your little holes, and dad can ejaculate there."
My daughter lowered her head trustfully and held my glans with her thin and soft lips.
"Oh, good daughter, that's it. You did a great job!" I encouraged.
"Swallow it in and make your head move up and down, baby," I ordered, "try to swallow it in, but don't choke."
Although my cock stretched my daughter's little mouth wide, she still obediently swallowed my cock, shook her head up and down, and sucked it hard.
I didn't hold on for a long time, just like the first time when my mother sucked my cock, I ejaculated in my daughter's little mouth.
"Great, baby, this thing is good for you, swallow it so dad will be very happy."
The thick semen quickly filled my daughter's pitiful little mouth. It seemed that she was choking, but she still obediently swallowed my semen in big mouthfuls.
I kept fiddling with her little pussy with my fingers as she swallowed my cum.
With my unremitting efforts, my daughter's narrow vagina gradually became hotter. Although she might not feel any pleasure, her vagina had secreted a slight liquid, which lubricated her fingers a lot.
I tentatively inserted my middle finger into it, so I had already inserted two fingers into my daughter's young pussy, but she did not express any painful expressions or complain.
I don’t know if this is because I licked her nipples and made her happy and ignored her lower body’s feelings. However, when I saw that my daughter did not stop her, I felt at ease with my fingers, and at the same time tried to open her fingers and pull her tiny labia, trying to make her pussy bigger so as to prepare for the final sprint of my big cock.
"Well, little baby," I said, "You did a great job, dad is very happy. If you are older, dad will definitely teach you something interesting, which will make dad happier, but dad can teach you now if you want."
"That's great. As long as my dad likes it, my daughter is willing to do anything for her dad. Teach me quickly, dad."
The little daughter licked the semen on the corner of her mouth and looked at me with a longing look on her face.
"Are you really willing to make your dad happy, baby? How did you feel just now? Do you like dad's semen?"
"I like it. My daughter likes my father very much, but my father cannot be biased. My sister told me that my father made her so happy. My daughter now wants to be as happy as my sister. Dad, teach me how to do it."
It's great, she has already become aware of being violated, I won't let her down.
I carefully put her young body on the sleeping bag, then stroked her slender and soft thighs, spreading her legs apart.
"Then, baby, let dad do what you want now, you will definitely like it, dad promise."
I put my face between my daughter's legs and carefully admired my daughter's completely unripe flower room.
Her place was bare and there was no miscellaneous hair. The female vagina was slightly raised. The two labia were healthy pink, but they were not as plump as her mother and sister. They were just two thin pieces, tightly clamping out a shallow small groove. I pinched one side of her labia and tweaked it, revealing the unique cave inside.
The color of the daughter's vagina is also pink, and there are small flesh-colored particles distributed around the vaginal wall, which gives people a sticky and lewd feeling. Above the vagina is a small bright red particle, which is very delicious, making people want to lick it.
I put my nose to the opening of her open vagina and sniffed it hard. I smelled a faint awakening smell, a little bit of milk powder, which smelled very comfortable.
I put my tongue into my daughter's pink pussy and licked her delicate vagina with my tongue carefully.
My daughter's body trembled, and a kitten-like moan was heard in her mouth. At the same time, warm liquid began to secrete from her vagina, stimulating the taste buds of my tongue, giving me a familiar feeling, which was the feeling of my mother.
I carefully savored the difference between my daughter's vaginal fluid and her sister, mother and grandma's, but except for the freshness, they gave me such a similar feeling.
So, is she also able to drive me crazy like they do?
Under my licking and sucking, my daughter's body began to twist uneasy. I raised my head and looked at her eyes that were floating in love. I knew it was time to take the last step.
I picked her up and hugged her young body tightly. When her petite body shrank in my arms and trembled slightly, I found that I wanted to fuck my daughter in my heart. This was not only because her vagina was hairless, but more importantly, she was my daughter, my favorite daughter.
Although she is less than eleven years old, it is a little too early to do this, but for me, that is enough.
Especially when I think that my daughter is still so innocent and pure, but I will guide her to a degenerate life that belongs only to our family, and when I see her as corrupt and degenerate as we do, I feel an indescribable excitement in my heart.
Oh, I can't wait any longer, I'm going to fuck my little daughter!
Tonight she wanted to please me. Maybe she didn't know anything about sex at all, she just wanted to make her dear father happy, but I know that maybe tomorrow, she will become a very sexy woman like her mother and sister, and she will fall in love with our extremely lewd life.
Although her virginity is so sacred and inviolable, it is a sin to let me, as a father, seize my own daughter for the first time, but it is so lustful and exciting that it is even more than the feeling of inserting a penis into my daughter's narrow vagina.
"Tell dad, baby, do you want to have a baby with dad? Do you really want dad to ‘do’ you?”
Her innocent eyes stared at me tightly, and from her persistent eyes, I saw her trust in her father.
"My daughter really wants to give birth to a baby for her father, but because her father's cock is so big, how can she pretend to be in her little hole?"
I smiled and kissed her, "Look, baby."
I inserted three fingers into my daughter's narrow flesh hole, trying to hold it bigger. Looking inside the opening of the hole, I could even see my daughter's hymen.
When I thought of poking it out immediately, I couldn't help but feel excited.
"Look, baby, the small hole has tension. It can be stretched very much. There is no problem with putting on Dad's big cock. Okay, lie down and let Dad do it for you."
I moved my body between my daughter's legs, held my cock, pointed it at my daughter's vagina, and gently slid hard, and the huge glans slipped smoothly into my daughter's compact vagina, and then I pushed it to the place where my daughter's hymen was.
"This place will hurt a little." I said, not stopping, but instead pushed my butt forward with force.
Her hymen was quickly exposed by my cock, so fast that she didn't even have time to react.
But she started yelling as the pain of the hymen torn spread throughout her body.
"Oh! No, Dad, it hurts so much!!!" She shouted loudly, her voice full of pain, "No, Dad, you hurt your daughter, please, Dad, don't hurt me!!!"
I quickly stopped the insertion and stroked her face with affection.
"I'm sorry, baby, dad doesn't really want to hurt you, but if you want to give birth to a baby for dad, this is the only way. Girls will hurt their first time, but it will be fine after they get through it. Believe me, dad promises that he won't hurt you again."
I carefully maintained the insertion posture, allowing my thick cock to be contained in my daughter's narrow and delicate vagina, allowing her to gradually adapt to this fulfilling feeling.
I kept stroking her body, kissing her face, distracting her attention until I felt her vagina gradually relaxing, and then I began to tempt and slowly twitch my cock.
To my surprise, although my daughter was still crying, she actually started to laugh as I twitched.
"Oh, dad, this, this is really fun, and it feels great."
"Do you still feel pain, baby?" I asked with concern.
"Well, there's another point, dad, but I think it's OK."
She had stopped crying. Although there were still tears on her face, the child's face would not lie. I began to thrust my penis slowly.
Although my daughter's vagina is narrow, it is extremely elastic. The muscles of the vaginal wall are soft and warm. The penis is inserted into it like a pile of cotton. Especially the regular contraction of my daughter's vagina makes me feel extremely happy.
The thick penis was very difficult to enter and exit her daughter's narrow pussy. Every time it went in and out, the tender flesh on her vagina was then pulled out and fell into it, enhancing my pleasure. However, my daughter's shallow pussy could not completely tolerate everything about me. Every time I inserted my glans, I pressed her tender uterine wall. Although I didn't use all my strength, my daughter, who had just started to teach, could not bear it.
After only ten minutes, her body began to tremble violently, and the inner wall of the vagina that tightly wrapped around my penis also contracted sharply, stirring my penis, making me feel like I was about to ejaculate.
"Oh, baby, good daughter," I licked her earlobe and kept blowing into her ears, "Dad is going to ejaculate, so you can come out together."
Before I could finish my words, my daughter had already reached orgasm in my arms with trembling and I excitedly shot all the hot semen that had accumulated for a long time into her young pussy.
During the entire ejaculation process, she just bit her lips and stretched her body desperately. Her two little hands tightly pinched my back, silently enduring my gift. She only breathed a sigh of relief after I calmed down.
"Well, is that OK, Dad? When can I give birth to a baby?"
"Oh, that's hard to say," I kissed her red face and said with a smile. "Not every time you have sex, you can get pregnant. Your grandma and I have been having sex for three months, and sometimes she has to do it three or four times a day, but she has not been pregnant. Your mother and I have been having sex for two months before we get pregnant, and your sister and I have to get pregnant for six weeks. As for you..."
I suddenly stopped because I suddenly realized that my hit rate was gradually increasing.
My mother and I had sex with each other for three months, but they were unable to get pregnant in the end. My sister and I had only two months together and had an eldest daughter. As for the eldest daughter, they became pregnant in less than six weeks.
Does this mean that the younger you are, the more likely you are to get pregnant?
Then, Christie should be a real mom earlier than we thought.
That night, we did it twice. The little girl was very adaptable. The first sex did not leave her much pain, so she kept pestering me all night, allowing me to satisfy her never-hungry pussy.
It seems that she has realized the joy of sex, but I think her main purpose is to want a child, because I told her that only by having more sex can the child be born.
However, no matter what, it was a romantic and affectionate night. My father and daughter were lingering all night. I tasted almost every part of my daughter's body and told her all the sexual knowledge I could teach her.
The bonfire was burning wildly, warming the entire cave, but what really made me feel warm was the lingering love between our father and daughter.
When I savored my daughter's petite and soft body carefully, I even forgot to go home, at home, and my sister who was waiting for our good news.
Thinking of my sister, I began to be confused.
After having sex with my two daughters, did I still love my sister like I used to?
She seduced me to rape my daughter, and she arranged all this. Should I condemn her?
I thought about it carefully, but I quickly discovered that although both daughters are cute, they are not enough to replace my sister's place in my heart.
Yes, my sister arranged all this for me, but she didn't force me to do so. She just gave me a chance, and the choice was entirely up to me.
In other words, all this is out of my true wishes, and I hope to do this myself. Moreover, it is not my sister who fucks my daughter, but me, the father.
On the other hand, I don’t think there is anything wrong with doing this. After all, for a man who has sex with his mother or even married his own sister as his wife, what a big deal to hook up with two daughters?
On the contrary, I am more grateful to my sister for being selfless and willing to let my daughter share her husband with her, so that our family can be more united and harmonious.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I loved my sister more, and I had to tell her the fact that I had sex with my little daughter immediately.
I turned on the phone in the car and dialed the home.
The one who answered the phone was my sister.
"Is that so, you really fucked her? You are such a perverted father. So, what does it feel like to fuck a ten-year-old girl? How long have you lasted?" My sister laughed and scolded me.
"It's about the same as you." I replied.
"So, is my poor little daughter's belly full of her dear father's semen?"
I looked down at Christie who was sleeping, and white semen was slowly dripping between her legs.
"Yes, there are some leaks, but," I continued, "I called you just to tell you how much I love you."
"Is that so? I love you, brother."
"Oh, I can't wait to go home, I can't wait to cum in your pussy."
"Come back soon, brother, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, I thought about my sister for a long time, then lay down next to my little daughter, hugged her and fell asleep.
When we got home, my sister was preparing lunch, but as soon as I entered the door, my sister threw down her work, jumped into my arms, and asked me to carry her to our bedroom.
Well, it’s really better than a newlywed.
After lying on the bed and inserting my thick cock into my sister's hot pussy, I told her that Christie had already menstruated and told her that her younger daughter might have been pregnant. My sister seemed extremely excited when she heard this, and her movements were more enthusiastic and crazy than ever before. It took three hours before she let go of me, who was exhausted.
However, it was a good thing for me that little Christie didn’t get pregnant immediately as I thought.
Because I'm dealing with Asari's pregnancy, if Christie is pregnant at this time, I don't know if I can handle both of these things well.
Everyone in our community knows that my sister likes children very much and that she wants to have more children.
When Asari was studying abroad, I had already started planning all the post-care work after her child was born.
I also had contact with those old friends in college, and through them, I got the necessary supporting documents so that when my child was born, I could have him legally.
My son Charlie was born soon and I let the mother and son rest for six months in a secret home in Oregon, doing so was giving Asari enough time to raise her son.
I have loved my mother's breasts since I was a child, and of course I also like to eat my mother's breasts. After getting married to my sister, I have eaten her breasts a lot. Now that my daughter has children, I certainly can't miss it.
Asari's milk was plenty, and it was sweet and delicious. She also liked the feeling of Richard and I sucking her nipples together.
"Oh, just think about it," she chuckled, watching my son and I greedily suck her nipples. "I only have two breasts, but I am nurturing my father, uncle, brother and my son at the same time. Hehe, that's really fun."
It seems that Asari is most like her mother, she is a bit perverted like my sister, but that's exactly what I like.
Of course, after returning from the beach, my youngest daughter Christie officially became a part of my sex life.
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Although she is four years younger than her sister, her enthusiasm is even greater.
Compared to Asari, shortly after she gave birth to the baby, I resumed my sex life with her, about two or three times a week.
Christie crawled onto my bed almost every day. If she saw me having sex with her sister and rejected her, she would not be as shy as her sister. On the contrary, she would act coquettishly and push her mother out of the bed and let herself take her position as a mother.
At this time, I often scold her loudly. Although I don’t want to blame my daughter, especially when she is so young, some things must be understood.
"Listen to me, baby, you can't do this. I love your mom. Maybe you don't understand these things now, but when you grow up and meet a man you really like and are willing to entrust your life, you will understand your dad's current mood. Dad is not your future man, and dad can't accompany you for the rest of your life, but as long as you like, dad can meet your needs at any time. However, what you need to understand is that mom is the first priority, and dad will satisfy you only after she is satisfied."
"You and Sally are both good daughters of Dad. Dad loves you very much, but if Dad needs to make a choice among you," I paused and continued, "Then I will definitely choose your mother without hesitation, because she is my wife and the one I love in this life. Do you understand?"
The little daughter looked at me blankly, not understanding why her father was so strict, but in the end she accepted her fate.
From then on, she always watched me and my sister fight for a long time before she dared to climb onto my bed, and I loved her even more.
In this way, our strange family lives happily and harmoniously.
Three years later, Christie also "studyed abroad in France."
This time, we have another healthy and beautiful daughter, Jenny.
Of course, the happiest person is Christie. She has always been looking forward to having her own child, so she naturally raises her daughter. Although her breasts are still small, her milk is sufficient and the taste is very good. I always compete with my daughter for milk.
Two more years later, Asari met the man she loved.
When she was 20th birthday, they got married, and the abnormal sexual relationship between Asari and me ended from then on.At their wedding, the son-in-law held my hand and expressed his gratitude.
"Thank you, Dad, you educated Sally so perfectly. She always exhausted me, but I like it very much. I am the happiest man in the world."
Christie still lives with us now, but she fell in love with one of her teachers, and she told me that it was because he was a little like me and he always reminded her of me.
Jenny is now nine years old. She is my favorite now, the pistachio at home.
Yesterday, she jumped to me.
"Dad," she said, "I heard Grandma and Mom talk about me and you. They said it was almost time for us to go to the beach. Dad, what are they saying? What does going to the beach mean?"
I was simply convinced by this perverted mother and daughter. My sister and Christie could really think of it. Jenny was only nine years old and wanted me to take her to the beach. This time, I decided not to listen to them anymore. I had my own plans.
I know Jenny likes the redwood forest very much, and I happen to know a fun, long hiking route. At the end of the road is a vast redwood forest, and there is also a fairy-tale beautiful waterfall in the forest...
Well, it seems I have something to do again.
hey-hey.