Conquer
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 19
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 19 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, mother-in-law, teacher. Mom finally realized that she made a wrong choice. She was like a beautiful candle stuck in my big candlestick, unable to move or resist. It was like meat on a chopping board, so uncomfortable.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
Because her mother was on a business trip, the task of cooking was given to Elizabeth.
When Dad came home from work, he saw Barbara sitting on the sofa in the living room in a huff. After changing her clothes, he called her to the bedroom and talked with her for half an hour before coming out. Barbara’s eyes were red, and she had obviously been crying. Dad called her and Elizabeth together and introduced them to each other. Elizabeth readily called her sister, and although Barbara was reluctant, she still agreed.
Dad went into the kitchen and cooked three dishes. During the meal, Barbara sat there with a sullen face, refusing to pick up her chopsticks. Dad and I could sense her grievances, and kept putting food into her bowl. In the end, I didn’t know whether she was greedy or hungry, but she started eating obediently.
After dinner, I went back to my room to read and review. At nearly eleven o’clock, Barbara came in wearing pajamas, holding a pillow and a quilt in her arms. I was stunned and looked at her suspiciously: “What are you doing?” Without waiting for her to reply, I said first: “I’m warning you first, I won’t sleep in the living room.”
Barbara threw the quilt on my bed, sat down, and said angrily, “I won’t sleep with her anyway.”
“Then you can’t sleep in my room either. Where should I sleep?”
“You can sleep in Dad’s room. Mom is not here. You can sleep in the same bed with Dad.”
“I don’t want to. Dad was happy at night and drank a lot of wine. I don’t want to sleep with him. Why don’t you go?”
Barbara frowned and groaned, “I’m already in high school, how can I sleep in the same bed with my dad?”
“Can you sleep in the same bed with me?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to sleep in the same bed with you! What I meant was, I’ll sleep in your bed and you~ get out.”
“Why?” I laughed out loud.
“Who told you not to tell me? Who told you to hide it from me?” Barbara said, her hands on her hips, “Who told you to let her live in my room?”
“Just make do with it for now. You’ll be back to school on Sunday anyway.”
“I won’t! I won’t!”
Barbara lay straight on my bed and said, “I’m sleeping here! If you don’t want to sleep in the same room with Dad, you can sleep in the same room with her.”
I got up and walked to the bed, and saw her lying on the bed like a corpse, her cheeks bulging, her chest heaving, just like a child throwing a tantrum.
“I say, how old are you? You’re in high school. Can you be more rational?”
“How can anyone be rational when a half-sister suddenly appears out of nowhere? Besides, she will share the inheritance with us in the future.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “You think too much. Come on, go back to sleep. You two sisters lie on the same bed, maybe you two will get along well, talk about school fun, celebrity gossip, poetry and songs, and talk about the philosophy of life. In the future, you can watch the snow, the stars and the moon together.”
“I don’t want to watch the snow, the stars, and the moon with her! I only want you!”
“You want me?” I was stunned: “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to go out and sleep!”
“Alright, alright, stop messing around and go back to your room.” I grabbed Barbara’s slender wrist and tried to pull her out of bed, but she held the quilt tightly with her hands and feet and refused to get up no matter what.
I warned him sternly, “If you don’t get up, I’m going to be angry.”
Barbara snorted, “I’ll be mad if you don’t get out.”
Hey! There’s nothing we can do about her.
I gritted my teeth, took off my shoes, squeezed in, and lay next to her on the bed. Both of our beds were specially made, slightly wider than a single bed, but not as wide as a double bed. It was still a bit crowded for two people to lie side by side.
I put my arm close to Barbara’s arm and pushed her to the bed. Barbara pushed hard towards me, but she was just a little girl and her strength was not as strong as mine. I pushed her to the bed and she was about to fall off.
“Ouch~!” Barbara kicked her two smooth, white little feet randomly, and finally turned her body towards me, put one leg on me, hugged me tightly with both hands, and stuck to me like a koala.
I pushed her hard, and Barbara used her hands and feet to hug me tightly. After a while, it suddenly became quiet, and all the movements stopped. We faced each other and looked at each other.
I haven’t observed her so closely for a long time. The girl’s eyes are bright as stars; her small face is the size of a palm, with delicate features, all natural; her skin is fair, with a faint blush due to playing and playing, crystal clear, and tender as if you can squeeze water out of it.
In addition to the elegant girlish scent, there is also the scent of shower gel on the fair and tender skin. It is obvious that she has just taken a bath, like a fair and well-behaved kitten.
We were both wearing only thin pajamas, and I could clearly feel the slightly raised breast flesh on her chest, soft but a little hard, tender and immature. Although I was annoyed with her, I was a healthy and normal man after all, and it was impossible for me to ignore the beauty and cuteness of my sister.
I used to play around with Barbara a lot, and I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with it. But ever since the accidents with Elizabeth and Mom, I’ve had this strange feeling, like something has taken root in my heart. I can’t explain it, but it makes me feel deeply guilty.
After a moment of stalemate, Barbara suddenly asked, “Brother, isn’t it a bad thing for us to be like this?”
“I know you won’t let go.”
“Then you get out.”
“Why? This is my room.”
“Then I won’t let go.”
I snorted, “Just hold me like this, I don’t care.”
We have been fighting each other since we were little, and she hugged me like a pillow. Although I couldn’t move my body freely, I couldn’t say that I was uncomfortable. Anyway, I was exhausted from studying today, so I just closed my eyes and took a rest.
After a while, I suddenly heard a slight snoring sound. I opened my eyes and saw that Barbara had fallen asleep. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. With each breath, her orchid-like hot air sprayed on my cheek, making me feel soft and warm.
I sighed in my heart, struggled to break free from the restraints helplessly, pushed her aside, covered her with the sheet, hugged the pillow and quilt, and left the bedroom.
I put the pillow on the sofa in the living room, hesitated for a moment, turned around and came to Barbara’s bedroom, pushed open the door, and saw Elizabeth lying on the bed, playing with her phone, her left foot playfully raised, looking very leisurely. She looked up and asked with a smile: “Brother, what can I do for you?”
“It’s nothing, I just wanted to see if you were asleep.” I don’t know what happened to me, but I just came in for some reason.
“I’ll be asleep soon.”
“Ah ... OK, go to bed early.”
I was about to close the door when Elizabeth asked, “Isn’t your sister coming back?”
“You don’t have to wait for her. She’s sleeping in my room.”
Elizabeth opened her eyes wide and asked in an ambiguous tone: “You ... sleep in the same room?”
“I’ll sleep in the living room.”
“Then ... do you want to sleep with me?”
“No need.” I couldn’t always be led by her like this, so I closed the door decisively.
Because I had a long holiday this week, I didn’t have classes on Saturday, so I stayed in the living room and kept reviewing until after 1 a.m. At night, I dreamed that I was lying on top of my mother, spreading her slender white legs in ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose, tearing open the crotch of the pantyhose, and sticking my hard cock in front of her plump and tender pussy. I pushed hard, and the huge glans squeezed open the tightly closed labia and entered the narrow and compact honey hole little by little.
My mother’s eyes were half open and half closed, narrowed into a slit, her red lips slightly parted, and a sweet moan came from her throat.
I held my mother’s waist tightly with both hands, and my hard cock kept thrusting in and out of her vagina, hitting the delicate center of her uterus hard.
My mother’s body trembled slightly when I bumped into her, and the white and tender breasts on her chest swayed back and forth, forming a series of dizzying white waves of breasts; the raised mons pubis seemed to be torn open, and the plump and swollen labia were covered with sticky honey, and as the penis went in and out, it pulled a circle of pink tender flesh.
“Umm ... ah ... William, go slower ... umm ... gently ... gently ... Mom can’t take it anymore ... umm...”
I picked up my mother’s slender and long legs in flesh-colored stockings, put them on my shoulders, and thrust my lower body hard. Her pussy became more and more swollen and full, and the pussy meat tightly wrapped around the cockstick, and the juice was dripping from it, with a sound of squeaking.
My mother’s cute flesh-colored stockings were placed on my shoulders, swaying gently as I thrust in and out. I felt like I was reaching my limit, and I leaned forward, almost folding my mother’s soft body in half, pressing her beautiful flesh-colored stockings on her plump breasts, and thrusting hard, with my glans reaching the bottom each time and hitting the center of her flower.
“Hmm ... ah ... William ... swollen ... hmm ... warm ... gently...”
My mother was moaning as I fucked her, unable to utter a complete sentence, her tender vagina tightly wrapped around my cock, convulsing violently. I felt I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I thrust hard, the glans hitting the tender flesh, and a torrent of thick semen spurted out.
“Uh ... don’t ... don’t cum inside ... ah ... pull it out quickly ... I’ll get pregnant, I’ll get pregnant ... ah ... don’t cum inside...”
I gradually woke up amid my mother’s resistance. In a daze, I felt something warm and sticky between my legs, and my hard cock seemed to be wrapped in tender flesh.
After being stunned for a moment, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked down, only to find that Elizabeth was squatting beside the sofa, with one hand supporting her chin and the other hand reaching into the crotch of my pajamas. Her fleshy palm was gripping my cock, squeezing it regularly, and semen was still constantly squeezing out of the glans and the urethra.
“What are you doing?” I propped myself up and shouted in surprise.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly at me, tilted her head and said, “I see you’re feeling pretty hard down there, so I’m here to help you feel better. What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
I sat up in a panic, pulled her little hand out of my crotch, looked around, and saw that there was no one else in the room. I lowered my voice and said, “Don’t mess around, we are at home.”
“Can’t we do it at home?” Elizabeth didn’t care at all. She put her little hand covered with thick semen in front of her nose and sniffed it gently.
“Of course not!” I stared at her for a long while and couldn’t help asking, “Did you ... hear what I said?”
The little girl’s eyes rolled when she heard that. She leaned closer and said mysteriously, “You just kept calling Barbara, Barbara, it feels so good, Barbara.”
After hearing what she said, I felt a little relieved. She thought the person in my dream was Barbara, but she didn’t know it was someone else, so she wanted to scare me.
I let out an exaggerated sigh and said with a silly smile, “Yes, it was Barbara. I dreamed of Barbara.” Elizabeth was confused by me and looked at me in confusion.
I looked at her with a complicated expression, my eyes full of deep meaning. I opened my mouth several times, but I was hesitant to speak. The little girl became more and more confused. I don’t know if she felt some kind of heat from my eyes. Her little face actually flushed slightly, and she looked a little embarrassed.
Seeing that she was teased by me for the first time, she was so happy. At this moment, the door opened, and Barbara came out of the bedroom rubbing her sleepy eyes. I didn’t care about the sticky and wet crotch in my pants, and hurriedly pulled up my pajamas.
Barbara was walking towards the bathroom when she saw Elizabeth squatting in front of the sofa. She was startled and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Chat.” I said calmly.
“What are you talking about so early in the morning?” Barbara frowned, scratched her neck with her sleepy hand, and went into the bathroom.
I asked Elizabeth, “Don’t you have to cook today?”
Elizabeth stood up slowly, pouted her lips, and complained, “It’s all your fault. You forgot to cook.”
“It’s none of my business.”
“At your service.”
“I didn’t invite you.”
Elizabeth slowly moved towards the kitchen, turned back and said, “By the way, don’t forget to pay my service fee.”
I didn’t know if she was joking, and I didn’t bother to argue with her, so I just reminded her, “Wash your hands first.”
At this time, Barbara came out of the bathroom and bumped into Elizabeth head-on, looking at her with a depressed look on her face. Elizabeth smiled slightly, raised her semen-stained hand, and placed it in front of her.
Barbara saw the limp on her hand and opened her hand with disgust, asking, “What is this? It’s so disgusting.”
I was startled and was about to speak when Elizabeth smiled and said, “This is snot, it’s my brother’s.”
“How disgusting.” Barbara said with disgust, turned and went into my room, probably to take a nap.
Elizabeth turned around and waved her semen-stained hand at me as if to show off. I angrily yelled, “Stop playing and wash your hands quickly.”
Elizabeth made a face at me and limped into the bathroom.
Barbara didn’t want to stay under the same roof with Elizabeth, so she slipped out after dinner. After my dad went to work, it was just Elizabeth and I at home. But fortunately, she didn’t make any trouble and stayed in the living room playing with her phone, while I stayed in the bedroom to review my homework.
I have been feeling a bit uncomfortable during this period of time. I don’t know if it can be considered as an outlet for my sexual desire when I had nocturnal emission in my dreams, but when I think about the content of the dreams, I feel hot all over and my head is burning hot. I can’t concentrate on studying at all.
I kept telling myself in my heart that it was just a dream and it didn’t mean that I had any improper thoughts about my mother.
I originally wanted to masturbate to orgasm, but when I thought about Elizabeth still being at home, I felt a little guilty. I always felt that she would inexplicably burst into the house when I was masturbating.
Just when I was feeling inexplicably irritated, the heavens had mercy on me. Patricia, the respectable and lovely firefighter, called me and said she wanted to come to my house to study with me. Of course, I agreed without hesitation.
After I hung up the phone, I started to get excited. Every time Patricia came to my house, I would always take advantage of her. She basically never studied well. She knew this. She suddenly came to me and said she wanted to study. It was obviously an excuse. Could it be that she wanted it too?
It’s possible. It’s been a long time since the last accident. After all, she is a woman who has tasted meat. She can hold it back for a while, but not forever.
I imagined that I could fuck her pussy soon, and I felt my body getting hot. I sat at my desk and couldn’t study anymore. But Elizabeth was still at home, which made me feel a little worried. I coaxed Barbara out last time, and this time it was a bit troublesome, after all, her legs were not very convenient.
In addition, there is another idea in my mind, I want Patricia to wear her mother’s clothes, stockings and high heels, lie on the bed, and open her legs for me to fuck. The picture makes my blood boil. Of course, I don’t want her to pretend to be a mother, I just want her to wear stockings and high heels, so that she is more feminine.
Although the desire is very strong, I always feel that doing so is a bit unfair to my mother. After all, I have promised her that I will change myself.
But then again, it’s just a piece of clothing, and I don’t have any other ideas. Even if I have money to buy her a new one, she can’t breathe normally.
I walked around the room, struggling, and finally gritted my teeth, thinking, it’s just a piece of clothing, I’m lending it to Patricia to wear, not to masturbate. Thinking of this, I opened the door and walked out.
I didn’t see Elizabeth in the living room, so she must have gone back to her room. To be on the safe side, I found a bag and quietly slipped into my parents’ bedroom, opened the closet, and found my mother’s uniform dress, stockings and high heels.
If it were in the past, I would definitely choose black pantyhose without hesitation, but today I am very interested in the ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose. I know the reason, but I try hard to tell myself in my heart that I just like it, and there is no special reason.
She put her mother’s black suit, ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose, and a pair of black patent leather high heels with pointed heels into her backpack, quietly left the room, looked left and right to make sure Elizabeth was not nearby, and then quickly slipped back to the bedroom.
My heart was pounding, and I kept telling myself that I was just playing a game with Patricia, and I would return it later. This was not a mistake, and I did not disappoint my mother. After venting my anger, I would devote myself to studying without wasting a minute.
Ten minutes later, Patricia arrived. She was dressed very neatly today, in a school uniform, sneakers, a ponytail, and light makeup on her pretty face.
Unlike my previous impatience, I pretended to be more reserved this time. When I saw her, I just said calmly, “Here you are. Pretty fast.”
Patricia walked into the room, looked around, and asked,” Isn’t Barbara home?”
“No, it’s just me ... No, there’s another person, two people at home.”
Patricia asked mysteriously in a low voice: “Is it your wild sister?”
I nodded and asked, “She’s in the room, do you want to say hello to her?”
Patricia waved her hands repeatedly and smiled awkwardly: “Forget it, forget it, I don’t really want to see her.”
We entered the bedroom one after another, and I closed the door and locked it. Patricia took a look and acted very calmly, as if she was not surprised at all.
I turned and looked at her: “Let’s start studying.”
“Study?” Patricia was a little surprised when she heard this.
“Aren’t you here to learn from me?” I suppressed the desire in my heart and looked at her calmly.
“Ah ... yes, I came to learn from you.” Patricia nodded: “Then ... study?”
We sat side by side at the desk and started to work on our papers. To be honest, I hadn’t smelled her faint girlish scent for a long time, and I was already burning with desire, so it was a bit hard to hold back.
Patricia seemed to be not as quiet as usual. She stretched her back, fanned herself with the papers, and finally took off her coat, muttering, “It’s a bit hot in your room.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit hot.” I agreed. I wanted to take off one piece of clothing, but unfortunately I was only wearing pajamas, and if I took off any more, my back would be bare.
Patricia was wearing a light yellow long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. Because her breasts were not particularly full, like tender bamboo shoots, they made the clothes bulge out into a triangle.
I was already feeling very hot, but the purpose of today was to coax her into wearing her mother’s clothes, so I had to pretend to be calm. Patricia, on the other hand, seemed to have barbs on her buttocks, and she kept moving, but on the surface she had to keep her head down and do the test paper seriously.
After a while, Patricia pulled at her collar and fanned herself, revealing a large area of smooth, white skin, muttering, “Why is it so hot? Aren’t you hot?”
It was the first time I saw her like this. I felt a little funny, but I held it back and nodded, saying, “It’s okay.”
Patricia lowered her head to glance at my crotch, and seeing no reaction, she seemed a little discouraged. She snorted, and her cheeks puffed up, looking very angry.
I almost laughed out loud. It seemed that this girl really wanted it, but was too reserved to take the initiative. I saw that the time was almost right, so I scratched my head and said casually,” Patricia, it seems that we haven’t kissed for a long time.”
After a moment of silence, Patricia said “hmm”.
I pretended to be sad and said, “I almost forgot what your lips taste like.”
Patricia lowered her head and played with a pen, seemingly nonchalant, but her body was a little stiff.
“Ah~!” I sighed and said helplessly: “There are still several months before the college entrance examination. It’s really hard.”
Patricia muttered quietly, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t let you kiss me.”
I leaned back in my chair, stretched myself, and said casually, “I’m afraid it will affect your studies.”
“You think you’re a romantic.” Patricia teased, “A kiss makes me crazy?”
I leaned my face forward and said with a smile, “Then I kissed you.”
Patricia snorted softly: “Kiss.”
“Then put your face here.”
Patricia turned her head and leaned forward. I saw her lips were rosy and lovely, and I couldn’t help but kiss her. Maybe it was because I hadn’t kissed for a long time, but I felt the girl’s lips were soft and tender. A gentle kiss was like an electric shock, tingling.
After a long time of parting our lips, I looked at each other. I saw that her cheeks were flushed, she bit her lower lip lightly, and her chest rose and fell. It was obvious that she was aroused.
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Um.”
I kissed her again, this time not as hastily as before. I put my lips against hers, kissed and kissed hard, and pushed my tongue into the girl’s mouth, entangled with our pink and fragrant tongue.
This time I did not ask for her opinion. I put my hands on her chest, gripped the girl’s breasts through her thin T-shirt, and gently kneaded them. They felt smooth to the touch, soft yet hard. Although not as soft as the breasts of a mature woman, they were full of the green tenderness unique to a girl.
Patricia’s face became more and more ruddy, and her breathing became more and more rapid. I simply hugged her and stood up, and then fell on the bed together. I hugged her, kissed and caressed her for a while, turned over and pressed her under me. The penis that symbolized male majesty was already erected high, pressing against the soft bulge between the girl’s legs.
“Patricia, we haven’t been here for a long time.” I leaned over to her ear and said breathlessly.
“Hmm...” I don’t know if she was responding or couldn’t help but moan.
“Let me fuck you.” I almost bit her earlobe, and my hot breath sprayed on her slender neck, and her originally snow-white skin almost turned cherry red.
Patricia squeezed her legs together, rubbing them gently, and whispered, “Let’s just study.”