Beautiful Mother's Humiliation Hypnosis Plan
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - "Now, your mind has entered a deep hypnotic state, and you will only hear my voice." "1. You like being tied up very much. If it's just you and your son at home, you will want to be tied up all the time. You will feel very comfortable being tied up and don't want to be untied." "2. You like your son's penis to be inserted into your vagina very much. You will think it is a massage and a very comfortable massage. You like your son to give you this kind of massage very much."
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Father
I got up and laid my mother down, letting her lie flat on her back on my bed. Then I lay on top of my mother and gave her a tongue kiss. I touched my mother’s breasts randomly with my hands, and then held my penis and rubbed it. Then my penis kept twitching, and I began to recite the lines “Hehe, slut sister, do you miss your brother?”
This time my mother cooperated, “Ah! Son brother. I miss my slut sister so much. Come and f•©k my slut pussy to death.” Yes, this is the line, and the line is written like this.
“Hehe, slut sister, does it feel good to have an affair with your brother behind your husband’s back?”
Under my rapid thrusting, my mother’s vagina gradually flooded. Her two silk stockings thighs took the initiative to hook around my waist.
“Ah ... it feels so good ... my son’s brother’s ... penis ... is much better than my husband’s.”
“Hehe, the little slut sister’s little slut pussy will only be f•©ked by my brother in the future, okay?”
“Okay ... okay ... in the future ... my slut sister’s ... little slut pussy ... ah ... is my son’s brother’s ... thing ... in the future ... oh ... I will never let my husband f•©k her again ... in the future ... I will only let my son’s brother f•©k her ... oh...”
“Hehe, well said, let my son’s brother reward you.” After saying that, I kissed my mother’s lips. One hand grabbed my mother’s breasts, and the other hand touched my mother’s ass. My mother just moaned. Her legs were still tightly hooked around my ass.
“Mom, there are no more lines later, should we change the scene?” I said this deliberately.
“No ... ah ... not yet ... there are still ... unfinished things later.” Mom endured my penis pumping wildly in her vagina and my hands playing tricks on her. Try to say a complete sentence.
“Look ... in the brackets at the end ... aren’t there still ... words?” Mom thought I didn’t read the lines carefully again. Remind me out loud.
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