After Fucking My Slutty Aunt, She Helped Me Get My Plain Mom into Bed for Me to Play With Anytime.

Chapter 1: The Aunt’s Seduction
My name is Ajun, 19 years old, just admitted to university. During the summer break, I returned to my hometown, a quiet small town where the air always carried the scent of earth and grass. My family lived in an old two-story house, next door to my outrageously sexy aunt, Lifen. Aunt Lifen was 38, divorced, with a body straight out of an adult magazine: full breasts that strained against her clothes, round hips that begged to be grabbed, and sultry eyes that seemed to tease me every time they met mine.

It was a sweltering afternoon, and I was in my room, sweating through my T-shirt while scrolling on my phone. The doorbell rang. I dragged myself downstairs to open the door, and there stood Lifen, wearing a low-cut red dress so short it barely covered her thighs. She smiled seductively, holding a basket of fruit.

“Ajun, feeling hot? Aunt brought you some watermelon,” she said, her voice sweet as honey, her eyes scanning me like she was sizing up prey.

“Thanks, Aunt. Come in,” I said, stepping aside. Her perfume hit me like a wave, and my mind flashed with images I shouldn’t have.

She sauntered into the living room, hips swaying, and sat on the sofa, the dress riding up to reveal a generous expanse of creamy thigh. I swallowed hard, pretending to fetch a knife for the watermelon, my thoughts a chaotic mess. When I returned with the fruit, she’d kicked off her heels, legs crossed in a provocative pose.

“Ajun, come sit by Aunt,” she patted the sofa beside her, her smile loaded with intent.

I sat, heart pounding, feeling her too close—her soft breasts brushing my arm. My mind went blank, and I focused on eating the watermelon to distract myself. Suddenly, she leaned in, her lips nearly touching my ear, whispering, “Ajun, you’ve grown up so handsome… Aunt can’t stop staring.”

My pulse raced. I turned to her, her eyes dripping with lust, lips parted like an invitation. Something snapped in me, and I reached out, my hand landing on her thigh. Her skin was silk under my fingers, and instead of pulling away, she moaned softly, guiding my hand under her dress.

“Naughty boy, so eager?” she giggled, but climbed onto my lap, arms around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I lost it, kissing her hard, our tongues tangling as she let out a throaty moan. Her hand slipped into my pants, gripping my already rock-hard cock.

“Aunt… this…” I gasped, trying to say something, but she silenced me with her mouth, peeling off her dress to reveal black lace lingerie. She knelt before me, tugged down my pants, and her warm lips enveloped me. My mind went white, her tongue working like a serpent, driving me wild. Within minutes, I came, and she looked up, licking her lips with a fox-like grin.

“First time’s always quick. Aunt will teach you how to last,” she said, pulling me upstairs to my room. That afternoon, she was a tireless vixen, showing me every position—cowgirl, doggy, everything. Her screams during climax were so loud, it’s a miracle the neighbors didn’t hear.

Chapter 2: The Aunt’s Plan

From that day, Lifen and I were hooked, sneaking off for sex every chance we got. Her house, my house, even the backyard shed became our playground. She’d wear skimpy outfits to tease me, sometimes sending nudes that had me sneaking into her room at midnight. Her body was an endless abyss, and I couldn’t get enough.

One evening, after a particularly intense session in her living room, she lay naked on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, blowing rings into the air. “Ajun, ever thought about something even wilder?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stroking her body.

She turned, whispering in my ear like she was sharing a forbidden secret: “Your mom. Ever thought about getting her into bed?”

I froze. My mom, Jingwen, was 42, a typical housewife, plain but pretty in a subdued way. She dressed conservatively, had a meek personality, and was the polar opposite of Lifen’s brazen allure. I’d never thought of her that way.

“Are you insane? That’s… my mom!” I stared at Lifen, but her smile widened.

“Don’t play innocent, Ajun. Women like your mom, all repressed and prudish, are the easiest to break. Your dad’s always away on business—when does he have time to satisfy her? Aunt will help you get her into bed. It’ll blow your mind.” Her words were poison, seeping into me as her hand stoked the fire in me again, her lips trailing down my chest.

My head was a mess, but her suggestion took root. Lifen laid out her plan: she’d get close to my mom, build trust, then find a way to lower her defenses—maybe get her drunk or use other tricks. She said women like my mom, outwardly proper, were secretly starving for release, and once ignited, they’d burn out of control.

Chapter 3: The Beginning of Depravity
Lifen’s execution was terrifyingly efficient. Within days, she was at our house constantly, bringing fruit or snacks, chatting with my mom like they were best friends. Jingwen was shy at first, but Lifen’s charm wore her down. They started shopping together, having tea, even doing yoga. Lifen would drop comments about me—how handsome I was, how fit—making my mom blush but never object.

One weekend, Lifen suggested a small party at our house to celebrate my university admission. My dad was away on business, and my mom hesitated but agreed. That night, Lifen showed up in a skintight dress that left nothing to the imagination, while my mom wore a simple blouse and long skirt, looking dowdy by comparison. Lifen brought bottles of red wine, saying we should “let loose.”

After a few glasses, my mom’s cheeks were flushed, and she was chattier than usual. Lifen started telling dirty jokes—stuff like “young guys have the best stamina”—and my mom giggled, not shutting her down. Lifen suggested we play Truth or Dare, and I knew her plan was in motion.

In the first round, Lifen lost on purpose and picked a dare. My mom, laughing, said, “Dance for us!” Lifen didn’t hesitate, putting on slow, sensual music and gyrating her body in a way that had me throbbing. My mom watched, stunned but not stopping her. When my mom lost, Lifen pushed the boundaries: “Jingwen, take off a piece of clothing. Don’t be shy!”

My mom froze, stammering that she couldn’t, but Lifen coaxed and plied her with more wine. Finally, blushing, she shed her blouse, revealing a tight camisole that showed off her surprisingly shapely breasts. My heart raced, seeing her not just as “mom” but as a woman. The game went on, the atmosphere growing thicker with tension. Lifen asked my mom invasive questions: “How often do you and your husband do it?” “Ever tried anything kinky?” My mom dodged at first, but the wine and Lifen’s prodding loosened her tongue. She admitted she and Dad hadn’t been intimate in ages.

Lifen pounced, saying, “Jingwen, you’re so beautiful, it’s a shame no one’s pleasing you. Ajun’s young and strong—why not let him help?” My mom gaped, looking from Lifen to me. I thought she’d explode, but she just mumbled, “That’s… impossible…”

Lifen leaned in, whispering something in her ear. My mom’s face burned, her eyes darting away. Suddenly, Lifen pulled her to her feet, saying, “Stop thinking, just let go tonight!” She shot me a look, signaling me to act.

Chapter 4: Crossing the Line
My heart pounded like a drum. I stood, approaching my mom, who kept her head down, a mix of shame and anticipation on her face. Lifen gave me a push, grinning. “Ajun, don’t just stand there—help your mom relax!”

I touched her shoulders, and she flinched but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I leaned in, kissing her lips. She stiffened, then, shockingly, kissed back, her tongue clumsy but eager. My mind exploded, lust overriding everything. Lifen watched, smiling like a director. She started undressing my mom—camisole, skirt, until she was naked, her pale skin glowing, her breasts perfectly shaped, her waist slender and inviting.

Lifen stripped too, pressing her naked body against my mom’s, their curves entwined in a lascivious display. “Ajun, come on, give your mom real pleasure,” she said, spreading my mom’s legs on the sofa. My mom’s eyes were closed, her face a mix of shame and desire. I couldn’t hold back, diving into her, thrusting hard. She screamed, but Lifen kissed her, muffling her moans.

That night, I was a beast, guided by Lifen’s commands, taking both women in turn. Lifen taught me how to make my mom climax, showing me positions to drive her wild. My mom went from resisting to surrendering, lost in carnal pleasure. Lifen, the wicked mentor, pushed me to my limits, even making me take them both at once, the scene so depraved it felt like a descent into hell.

Chapter 5: A Routine of Depravity

From then on, our house became a den of lust. Lifen came over daily, leading me and my mom into increasingly perverse games. My mom transformed from a reserved housewife into a woman even sluttier than Lifen. She’d seduce me, dragging me to her bedroom even when Dad was due home, begging me to fuck her hard. Lifen, the mastermind, always had new ideas—making my mom wear lingerie, teasing me in public, anything to heighten the thrill.

My dad, clueless as ever, stayed busy with work. I drowned in this taboo orgy, unable to break free. Lifen and my mom became my sex slaves, available at my whim, but I was just as enslaved, chained by desire.

Chapter 6: The Abyss of Depravity
Our descent only deepened. One Friday night, Lifen arrived with a large black bag, her smirk promising trouble. “Ajun, tonight we’re playing something new—guaranteed to blow your mind,” she said, winking at my mom. Jingwen blushed but said nothing, no longer the timid housewife but a willing slut ready for anything.

Lifen opened the bag, revealing a shocking array: a leather whip, handcuffs, a blindfold, a vibrator, an anal plug, ropes, and a bottle of lube. My pulse quickened, my mind racing with depraved possibilities. Lifen grinned. “Jingwen, strip and get on the dining table. You’re serving Ajun tonight.”

My mom obeyed, climbing onto the table naked, her ass raised high, her skin gleaming under the light. Lifen took the whip, snapping it lightly against her buttocks, the sharp crack mixing with my mom’s moan. She didn’t resist, trembling with arousal. Lifen handed me the cuffs. “Ajun, bind her. No squirming.”

I cuffed my mom’s wrists to the table legs, leaving her completely exposed. Lifen teased her with the vibrator, its buzz mingling with my mom’s gasps, the air thick with lust. Lifen stripped and straddled me, guiding me inside her, whispering, “Look at your mom’s slutty body. Don’t you want to wreck her? Tonight, we break her.”

My last shred of restraint dissolved. I stood behind my mom, entering her roughly. She screamed, but Lifen blindfolded her, her moans growing wilder. Lifen whipped her lightly, each strike sending her into spasms of climax. But this was just the start. Lifen took the anal plug, lubed it, and eased it into my mom’s ass. She cried out in pain, but Lifen slapped her ass. “Shut up, whore. This is what you deserve!”

Watching this, guilt and lust warred within me, but I couldn’t stop. I fucked them both, Lifen teaching me to tie ropes into humiliating poses, displaying my mom like livestock, then taking them in every hole. The night was a blur of screams, sweat, and depravity.

Chapter 7: Public Humiliation
Lifen’s appetites grew darker, no longer satisfied with private debauchery. One night, she suggested visiting an underground club in town, calling it a “paradise for desires.” I hesitated, but her seductive gaze won me over. “Ajun, don’t you want to see your mom ravaged in front of a crowd? That thrill will hook you.”

My mom paled at the idea but didn’t refuse—Lifen’s training had broken her will. That night, Lifen dressed my mom in a nearly transparent dress, no underwear, her nipples and pussy visible through the fabric. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, while Lifen donned a leather fetish outfit, a collar around her neck like a performing slave.

The club was in an abandoned warehouse, the air heavy with booze and sweat. Inside was madness: naked dancers in the pit, couples fucking in corners, and a stage hosting an SM show. Lifen led us to the bar, ordering shots, then whispered, “Tonight, your mom’s the star.”

She dragged my mom to the stage, whispering to a leather-clad man. He announced a “special performance,” and my mom was pushed into the spotlight, the sheer dress exposing her. The crowd whistled and jeered. Lifen ripped off the dress, leaving my mom naked, then tied her with ropes, suspending her in the stage’s center. She tortured her with whips, candles, and toys, each strike drawing screams and orgasms. The audience roared, some shouting for me to join.

Lifen beckoned, and I climbed onstage, trance-like, fucking my mom in front of everyone. Her amplified moans filled the club. Lifen directed, even inviting strangers to toy with my mom’s body. The scene was a hellish orgy, my mom a sacrificial offering, and I her executioner.

Chapter 8: Bottomless Descent
The club experience shattered my mom, yet deepened her addiction to depravity. At home, she craved even sicker games, outdoing Lifen’s perversity. She’d crawl into my bed at night, whispering filthy pleas, or masturbate in the living room, begging for punishment. Lifen, delighted, brought new toys—double-ended dildos, vacuum pumps, even drugs to amplify desire.

Once, Lifen introduced a “trainer,” a man with medieval-looking metal devices. He drugged my mom into a haze, then bound her with the contraptions, spreading her wide. He used electric rods on her sensitive spots, her screams blending with relentless orgasms. Lifen and I joined, taking her in every way, the night a grotesque symphony of pain and pleasure.

This went on for weeks, my mom’s body and mind ruined but craving more. She called me “Master,” Lifen her “Sister,” our trio locked in a sick symbiosis.

Chapter 9: The Edge of Collapse
The madness couldn’t last. My dad finally noticed something was off. One day, he came home early, catching my mom in lingerie, kneeling before Lifen for “punishment.” He raged, but Lifen, ever cunning, spun a tale of “family therapy,” even suggesting he join. Shockingly, he didn’t leave—seduced by Lifen’s charm and the surreal scene, he began participating.

Our house became a true den of iniquity. Lifen reigned as “Queen,” orchestrating me, my mom, and even my dad in perverse group games. We explored every depravity—bondage, roleplay, drugs, public humiliation. I wondered if I was still human or just a slave to lust.