Detective Mom
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - One day I couldn't help it anymore, so I installed pinhole cameras in the bathroom and laundry room. I put my stockings and underwear that I had worn for a day into the laundry basket, and then waited to see the results. I saw my son walk in, lock the door, open the laundry basket, take out my stockings, put his feet on his mouth and nose, and breathe hard.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Anal Sex
His eyes were too busy to keep up, sometimes looking at my cleavage, sometimes at my legs, and sometimes staring at my face.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
He kissed my face and put me on the bed. I hooked my arms around his neck, opened my mouth and kissed him passionately, our tongues entangled and sucking each other.
In between kisses he asked me, “Will you regret it?”
“What are you regretting?”
“Now.”
“Now what?”
“Everything.”
“for example?”
“Like ... having sex with me.”
He held my face, and his obsessed expression also fascinated me.
He said: “I am obviously such a person, you are just blinded by the passion of the moment.”
“I can’t even think about whether I’ll regret it or not. All I want now is to have sex.”
We stripped naked, he looked at my body, touching it non-stop. I was soaked, and his penetration became easy, as if we were already familiar with each other.
Just putting the penis inside me felt so comfortable. I didn’t want to move, and he didn’t want to move either. We hugged each other tightly, our limbs entangled with each other, feeling each other’s body temperature and the feeling of our skin touching.
Our faces rubbed against each other, his nose sliding against mine, letting me breathe his breath. Then we kissed again, this time gently, slowly. Then he moved, and within a few seconds I was already feeling very comfortable, and I moved my hips to match his, continuing to feel the pleasure of our genitals.
We stayed like this for half an hour, getting comfortable slowly. Then we started rolling around on the bed in each other’s arms. I found it very interesting and felt happy for no reason. I laughed, and I guess my laugh was very sweet. He laughed too, and held my head and kissed me hard.
Then I rolled on top, and I sat up with my hands on his chest, and rode on him and moved myself. He looked up at me from below, and kept saying, “So beautiful! You are so beautiful!”
I enjoyed his praise so much that I flirted with him without any shame, twisting my hips more and more vigorously, feeling the blood and excitement rushing to my brain, making me feel ecstatic.
Sometimes I would rush over and kiss him with tongue, sometimes I would squeeze my breasts under his gaze, sometimes I would stop twisting my waist and sit with my legs in an M shape, moving my body up and down to do it with him. I don’t know what I look like with lust on my face, but his eyes are so hot and fascinating that I can’t help but release more temptation on my face.
“I want to orgasm ~” I said.
“Feet ... Miss Abigail ... your feet...”
“My feet ... how do I do it?”
“Put your foot on my face.”
I propped myself up on the bed with my hands and sat my butt on his hips to maintain penetration, while stretching my legs forward and placing both feet on his face.
“That’s it!” he said, his voice revealing extreme relief.
I rocked my body, feeling an endless stream of pleasure in my crotch, and he grabbed my ankles, breathing hard on my feet and sucking them with his mouth.
At that time, we were both so comfortable that our minds went blank. We kept moving our lower bodies, feeling the pleasure gradually reaching the critical point. I shouted out, “It’s coming!”
“I’m about to climax too!”
“Ah~! I’m climaxing ~~ I’m coming~!”
We reached orgasm at the same time, and I also squirted when he ejaculated. My vaginal mucosa spasmed and contracted, tightly holding him when he was most comfortable.
The semen he ejaculated hit my end, and the vibration feeling echoed in my body, and our orgasm continued under this mutual stimulation.
When the climax subsided, I lost my strength and fell backwards. He climbed up, pressed me from above, put his penis inside me and hugged me.
We were entangled in each other’s deep intercourse again, our mouths pressed tightly together, our tongues licking each other, deep into each other’s mouths.
The feeling at that time was really magical, as if there was no refractory period. We started doing it again after the climax, and gradually I became so comfortable that I didn’t know anything. I just changed various positions with him, and he came into me again and again, and I drank his saliva again and again. He licked my whole body, and I also gave him a blowjob. Finally, we had sex in the 69 position, he came in my mouth, and I also orgasmed under his sucking.
I completely lost my sense of time and had no idea how long I had been doing it with him. It was only when I was exhausted that I realized the darkness had turned gray. I had been doing it with him all night.
We slept until noon, and after lunch we made love in bed again. Simple sex was a bit boring, so I put on various sexy lingerie for him to see.
He sat on the bed, and I changed piece by piece, putting on the translucent cheongsam and spinning my body in front of him.
His eyes were wide open and he kept drooling. I also got excited and changed into more styles to show him, and I got wet again and again under his gaze.
“Which one do you like best?” I asked him.
“Every one of them is good. You look good in anything. I like the one-piece one the best. It sets off your figure.”
“This one?” I put on the translucent purple one-piece underwear and threw myself on the bed. He hugged me and we rolled around intimately.
He asked me to lie on the bed, and he got under me, and used his fingers to touch my crotch which was tightly squeezed by the one-piece underwear. I couldn’t stand it after being touched for a while, and looked up to see him pecking and kissing my vagina, touching my thighs with his hands, and licking my entire crotch with his tongue.
I told him I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wanted it, and my voice was so anxious.
He threw himself at me to satisfy me, thrusting his hard cock into me, and I passively endured his thrusts, reaching orgasm in just three minutes.
The next two days seemed to be spent in the same way, making love all day long, and sleeping together when we were exhausted. On the evening of the third day, I didn’t want to do it anymore, so I put on my swimsuit and beach skirt and walked with him along the beach of the island.
He asked me, “How do you feel these days?”
“Live a life of drunkenness and dreamlessness.”
“How do you like it?”
“I like it. I haven’t felt this comfortable in a long time.”
“You mean the love-making thing?”
“Yes, but not only that. I feel like I’ve been suppressing myself for a long time, and I seem to have released it these past few days. I can’t explain the feeling, but it’s like I don’t have to be so reserved anymore.”
“Holding it?”
“It’s about living the way others expect you to live.”
“Is that what others expect ... like being a goddess?”
“As a goddess in the eyes of others.”
“Isn’t that bad?”
“have no idea.”
We sat down and watched the sea, the sun was setting, the evening breeze was blowing, and my hair was constantly messed up. Harold liked the way I looked now, and took a photo of me with his camera. I watched the sun completely sink under the sea, and then I lay on the beach, watching Harold lift up my skirt and caress me.
“You never seem to get bored,” I said.
“No, I will never get tired of you. It will never be enough, not even for a lifetime.”
“Have you ever told this to anyone else?”
“I ... I did, but I am sincere to you.”
“What about others?”
“It’s true, but not as true as it is to you.”
“Have you told Savannah?”
Harold seemed frightened by what I said, let go of me and sat down on the beach.
I felt a little regretful. My body had already been aroused by him, but now I had to stop.
“What did you do to Savannah?”
“I fell in love with her and just wanted to give her everything I had. When I knew she only wanted to be friends with me, I respected her and didn’t overstep my bounds.”
“Then she died.”
“Yes, but she was just missing at first. Then everyone went to look for her. I wanted to go, but they wouldn’t let me. The police even locked me up. They couldn’t find her until the criminal investigation experts came. They questioned me, but I didn’t know anything. I really didn’t know. I just wanted to help. I was just worried. I just hoped that all this was just a misunderstanding. One day Savannah would suddenly come back and tell everyone that it was a misunderstanding. She just left the island for some business and is back now that it’s done.”
“And then? Why did they decide you were the murderer?”
“You mean the criminal investigation experts? They didn’t identify me as the murderer.”
“But they took you.”
“That was because of a reporter.”
“Reporter, what’s your name?”
“Oscar.”
My heartbeat suddenly quickened and I asked, “What did he do?”
“He also came to investigate. He spoke to me and I told him everything. I told him I had not hurt Savannah and I would never do that. Then Oscar had the police take me away.”
“What is the purpose?”
“In order to save my life, he thought the real murderer was still on the island. He would blame Savannah ‘s death on me and then kill me so that there would be no evidence.”
“And then?”
“Savannah ‘s body has been found.”
“No, I mean, what happened to you?”
“Oscar placed me in a middle school. The police gave up the investigation and the case became an unsolved case, but Oscar seemed to have some ideas. He was still investigating secretly until ... you know, twenty years ago, he committed suicide.”
“He first said there was a hypnotist, then he denied it and said he made it up, then he committed suicide.”
“Oh, that seems to be the case.”
“Did Oscar tell you who he suspected? Who did he think killed Savannah?”
“Raymond, of course it’s Raymond, haven’t I always said that?”
The dim glow of the sunset shrank towards the sea in the west. I suddenly felt a little cold, so I curled up and hugged my legs.
Harold asked me, “Can we have sex now?”
I shook my head and said, “Sorry, I’m not in the mood.”
I thought I had escaped, but in fact I couldn’t. My past would always trap me. The deaths of Oscar, Olivia and Jordan would always trap me and force me to go back.
I confessed my feelings to Harold, and told him about Oscar ‘s family and my relationship with them. We then realized that we were both trapped in the same haze.
“So I still have to go back,” I said.
“I know.”
I wanted him to kiss me, and he kissed me tenderly, as if he knew what I was thinking.
“When are you going to leave?” he asked.
“tomorrow.”
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