Detective Mom
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 11
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
“Miss Abigail, you disappoint me.”
“It’s funny, Harold said the same thing to me. How can I not disappoint you? Become an unattainable goddess? Only fall in love with handsome men and never actively pursue sexual pleasure. That would be the goddess you imagine, right?”
“Hmph, you are still so sharp-tongued. You need to be corrected.”
“Raymond, I made love to Harold. I made love to him of my own free will after I left you. I was happy. I was wearing my wedding dress. I told him I loved him.”
“Because you are hypnotized!!!” Raymond punched the coffee table and broke it into pieces.
His already scary face showed anger, which made me afraid to push him any further.
I was in a completely sealed room, like a basement, and when I woke up I was lying on a big bed, wearing an exquisite silk cheongsam.
My body wasn’t restrained, but it was almost, because Raymond could incapacitate me with a snap of his fingers.
“Where’s Harold?” I asked.
“Dead.”
“impossible.”
“Oh, you actually thought I would let him go.”
“No, you won’t let him die so easily.”
“You are right. Maybe I can let you watch him die.”
“Then you can kill me too.”
“In that case, why don’t I kill Brian too?”
“What did you say?!”
Raymond looked at my reaction, laughed, and said, “Why? You are not afraid of death. Harold is not afraid of death, but you are afraid of Brian’s death? I hit your soft spot.”
“This has nothing to do with him.”
“It matters a lot. His talent is so great that he will surpass me in ten years. Why shouldn’t I nip this young bud in the bud so that I can rest assured?”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not? What bargaining chips can you have to trade with me?”
“Why did you lock me up here?”
“To get you completely.”
“You are delusional. You can hypnotize me and pretend that I love you, but one day I will wake up, and then I will kill you, or kill myself.”
“It is true that hypnosis has its limits. I know this better than anyone else. But there are some things in the world that are more advanced than hypnosis.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
Raymond smiled triumphantly, opened the door to the room, and extended his hand to me, inviting me in.
All I could do was put on my exquisite satin high heels and follow him out of the room.
We walked through a windowless corridor and into an equally enclosed hall. The hall was dimly lit, but a spotlight shone on a piece of equipment in the center. The machine was as big as a car, and I couldn’t really tell what it was used for.
“Miss Abigail, this is made for you.”
“what is it?”
“A machine that makes you lose yourself.”
“Lose yourself ... what are you going to do to me?”
“It will not only make you lose yourself, but it will also recreate you and make your body grow in reverse.”
“Can it turn me back to being eighteen?”
“You’re right, it does have this function.”
“How is this possible?”
“Maybe you should try it?”
“Raymond, what the hell is that?!”
He took out a remote control, and a large screen in the darkness lit up. The video played on it quickly reviewed the past and present of the machine.
It originated from a rejuvenation study conducted by a pharmaceutical company. They injected a certain hormone into the female subjects, and the women’s ovaries would correspondingly secrete a magical substance that could reverse aging. However, this experiment had a serious flaw, because the injected hormone would make the women have a strong sexual desire and fall into a severe orgasm uncontrollably. But orgasm is necessary, and the anti-aging substance will only be secreted during orgasm.
They tried to synthesize anti-aging substances using chemical methods, but failed. They could only risk continuing the experiment on female subjects to observe the extreme effects of the anti-aging substances.
“Raymond, I see you are still doing this kind of research.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
Raymond held out his hand to the machine and said, “Here comes the trap.”
“What do you want to turn me into? What happened to those subjects?”
“They really look younger. Not only that, but they are extremely beautiful because of the huge amount of estrogen.”
“What else?”
“They lose themselves and become beautiful pieces of meat that only know how to orgasm.”
“You want to...” I was a little scared and couldn’t step back.
He said: “I want to send you in. This machine will maintain your life. Your body will be healthier than usual. Of course, you will also be injected with special hormones and have continuous orgasms. In the orgasms day after day, you will transform into a true goddess of beauty.”
“Do you know how terrible what you’ve done is?”
“You are terrible! Miss Abigail, I didn’t expect you to have fallen to such a level that you would have sex with a loser like Harold! But it doesn’t matter, everything can be remedied, you can still be saved, after all, you are so beautiful, a little stain is nothing, and your salvation lies in this machine.”
“You’re dreaming, Raymond. I won’t do what you want. I’d rather commit suicide.”
“Commit suicide? Fine, if you commit suicide, I will kill Brian right away.”
Raymond clicked on the remote control, and the video on the big screen changed. It looked like a sniper rifle scope with a crosshair. It was aimed at a dance floor where a group of young people were dancing. Brian was in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a group of beautiful girls.
“Miss Abigail, I’m not going to try to scare you.”
He put on a headset and whispered something, and the crosshairs moved, aiming at an empty wine bottle on the table not far from the dance floor. There was a “puff” sound, the screen shook slightly, and a bullet shattered the bottle.
Raymond whispered a few more words, and the crosshairs returned to the dance floor, pointing at Brian.
“No! Stop!”
Seeing how nervous I was, Raymond laughed.
“So, Miss Abigail, you’ve figured it out?”
“I promise. I’ll promise you anything.”
“Very well, then please.”
Is there any other way? To protect Brian and get rid of this demon at the same time?
“Don’t hesitate any longer. I’ll give you ten seconds. Kill him in ten seconds.”
“No! I promise, I’ll go in!”
“come over.”
I walked over and stood in front of the machine.
I said, “Promise me you will never hurt my son.”
“I promise you, I will never hurt Brian, you can rest assured.”
He unbuttoned my cheongsam and pulled it down. The smooth satin slid down, exposing my body. He didn’t put any underwear on me, so I was left with only a pair of high heels.
“Go ahead,” he said.
I took two steps forward and the machine opened. Inside was an ergonomic device, like a motorcycle. People had to ride on it and lie on it.
“Go up.”
“Raymond, are you really going to do this to me?”
“I have given you many chances. I once wanted you to keep yourself. It is you who have fallen too deeply and need to be purified.”
“Everything you did to me before was just an act?”
“My love for you is not, I love you, I love you too much.”
My body was shaking like crazy, and my legs were shaking so much that I couldn’t stand. Raymond gave me an ultimatum: “Go in, or trade Brian ‘s life for your freedom.”
I took off my high heels and walked in.
I straddled the device and lay on it, my heart pounding so fast that it was hard to breathe.
I heard Raymond say, “Goodbye, Miss Abigail.” Then the door of the machine closed and I was plunged into darkness.
Something very soft pressed down on me from behind, and I couldn’t move. It was soft in front and behind, but very tough, and I couldn’t move my hands, feet, neck, or any other part of my body at all.
I can’t see anything, I can’t hear anything, I feel something covering my face, can’t I even laugh or cry?
My mouth was opened by something, and something soft like a tongue penetrated into my mouth, but there were not just one, but three, and then warm liquid was injected into it, and at the same time a soft fragrance entered my nostrils.
The soft substance wrapped around my body exuded a slippery liquid, like the essential oil used for a SPA, and then they began to wriggle, massaging my entire body.
After just two or three minutes, I felt burning with desire. My nipples and clitoris must have been hard to the limit and were aching slightly.
My crotch was also wrapped. It started to massage my entire crotch, and then slowly began to vibrate. After a few strokes, I was juiced and even wanted to have an orgasm.
It teases me, vibrates for a while, rubs for a while, but what I can’t stand the most is not the external stimulation, it comes from my body, the liquid I drink, and the gas I breathe. Are they the special hormones that Raymond mentioned? The sexual desire it brings goes deep into my bones.
I don’t know how long it teased me, but when I was feeling so comfortable that I felt uncomfortable and wanted to have an orgasm, it seemed to decide to get down to business.
Something reached out from my crotch and penetrated me.
It’s not a penis, but it’s better than a penis. It’s not just big or hard, it’s designed specifically to make a woman feel good, and as Raymond said, it’s “custom-made for me.”
It filled my vagina just enough, with a row of ridges that hit my G-spot. But it wasn’t the only thing that invaded my lower body. A soft, thin tube was inserted into my urethra, and then something that felt like a mouth sucked on my clitoris and nipples.