Beautiful Mother's Humiliation Hypnosis Plan
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 38
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 38 - "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
The next day at noon. My mother and I woke up. I didn’t untie her. I took her out of the room directly. There was a big bathroom on the first floor with a big bathtub in it. I filled the water. I went in with my tied mother and took a bath. Of course, I gave her a bath. Then I washed myself. Well, I washed the dirty body yesterday. After that, I helped her rinse her mouth. I rinsed myself and took my mother to the big living room on the first floor.
Dad had prepared a table of food. Seeing that my mother was still tied up, he didn’t ask much. He just said, “The meal is ready, eat quickly.”
Mom didn’t say anything, just sat there and let me feed her food. She ate whatever I fed her. She didn’t say a word.
After dinner, I took my mother to sit on the bench that was turned into a swimming pool in the backyard. I let her sit on my thighs. Then I took out my penis and inserted it into my mother’s lower body, slowly rubbing it. Mom just stood there and let me play with her. Not long after, Dad finished cleaning up and came over.
“Dad, Mom has something to say.” I saw Dad coming and spoke first.
“Well, go ahead.” Dad seemed very calm.
I maintained the position of inserting into Mom. I patted Mom’s buttocks and said, “Mom, go ahead.”
“Husband, you ... you...” Mom stopped just after she started, as if she didn’t know how to start.
“Wife, I’m listening, just say whatever you want to say.”
“Don’t you blame me?” Mom asked the first sentence.
“Haha, why should I blame you?”
“I ... betrayed you. I became my son’s ... slave.” Mom said the word “slave” in a very low voice. “It was all because of you yesterday ... that I was so angry with you...”
Mom wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Dad. “Silly wife, I don’t blame you. I just want my son to be good to you.”
“But now ... it’s different ... different. I am just my son’s ... slave ... that, my body ... now belongs to my son ... so ... so...”
“Mom,” I reminded her, “You are wrong.”
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