Hypnotized and Raped Mother and Sister
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - I threw my mother on the bed with my heart pounding. The drunk mother lay on the big bed, her clothes a little messy. I suddenly remembered the hypnosis book. (Beast, go to hell... go to hell!) I pulled my mother up and let her lean against the head of the bed. My mother struggled and twisted her sexy body.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister
After getting up the next day, I asked my mother to take a long vacation. My mother, who had lost her basic rationality, was always in a state of dissatisfaction every day. Occasionally, she would just use her rough palms to rub the hills and valleys wrapped in underwear to quench her thirst.
It can be said that my mother has been extremely embarrassed these days. She is imprisoned with a high sexual desire every day and I am constantly teasing her increasingly sensitive female body.
In order to prevent her from masturbating at night, I even tied her seductive female body like a zongzi, and smiled obscenely.
My mother’s tall and plump body became more and more sensitive day by day. It has reached the point where she can be touched and twisted by a man casually, and her face will be full of spring and her legs will tremble. My mother is stepping into the trap I carefully designed for her.
“Du ... du...”
“Brother? Why do you suddenly think of your cute little sister today?” A weird girl’s voice came from the phone.
I pretended to be nothing and said, “Amelia, mom is going out to study during this period. There is an important professional qualification examination. Don’t go home for a few weeks. Mom asked me to transfer the money to you. Stay in school well, okay?”
“Ah? But I want to go home to see mom and brother!” The girl said dissatisfiedly.
“Good boy Amelia, listen to your brother, don’t disturb mom, and don’t call her to distract her. This exam is very important, okay?” I comforted the dissatisfied little sister and hung up the phone after making countless promises.
The day when mom was pregnant was finally approaching. I came to a villa in the suburbs and began to decorate the room.
There are always inconveniences at home, so I controlled my uncle-in-law to let him buy a villa, far away from the downtown, which is very suitable for some special purposes.
I plan to use it for future training. I have to say that I am really a winner in life now.
I smiled and sorted the photos I took with my mother, and put them into an album. I also printed out one of the “wedding photos” and pasted it on the headboard of the bed in the new house.
I saw me standing naked next to my mother who was kneeling on the carpet. My mother, wearing a white wedding dress and with a rosy face, smiled happily among the rose petals like a newlywed wife. She was led by a dog chain as thick as my fingers, and her hands with white gloves were clasped beside her face, with her mouth slightly open. A stream of milky white semen was gushing out from my urethra next to me, solidifying in mid-air. It can be imagined that in the next second, my mother’s delicate makeup would be covered with my hot and thick semen.
The villa was decorated with lights and colors, and it was extremely festive. There was a big happy character on the bedroom. On the bed in the bedroom, there were pillows with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and big red candles were placed on the table.
Everything looked like a wedding inside and out.
At noon that day, I returned home and came to my mother’s room. My mother, wearing a blindfold, opened her mouth slightly and panted softly, as if she was enduring the strong desire in her body.
I gently carried her into the car and came to the villa in the suburbs.
“Mom ... look forward to our wedding.” I bit my mother’s earlobe evilly, stripped her into a big white sheep, changed her clothes and put on makeup, and rubbed her tall and beautiful body wantonly. My mother’s body was already soft at this moment, and she was unable to resist my play.
Finally, night fell, the door of the room opened, the light around dimmed, and I walked into the hall sprinkled with roses like a gentleman, holding my mother’s snow-white gloves.
My mother was so beautiful at this moment. Although she was wearing a blindfold, her delicate face looked bright and charming under the careful light makeup. Her dignified bun was covered by a veil full of flowers, and a white wedding dress perfectly showed my mother’s tall figure. The tender lotus-like jade hands held a bouquet of roses, and a pair of white high-heeled shoes occasionally appeared at the corner of the skirt. She was slowly walking up to the stage under my guidance. My mother’s beauty at this moment was beyond my imagination. This is why I tried every means to get my mother. Not only did her identity make me feel extremely excited, but also because of her own proud beauty.