Detective Mom
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
The room is pure white: white walls, ceiling, floor, sculptures, sand, pool, white music, and the scent of white magnolia.
Bethany lay on the white cushions, burning with desire.
The man was dressed in plain white, sitting cross-legged beside Bethany, his left hand on her forehead, his right hand on her belly. Bethany was fully dressed, wearing a black tube top dress; her long black stockings legs were stretched straight, only her suit and high heels were left aside.
She was half asleep and half awake, unable to fall asleep or wake up. All the conscious and subconscious parts of her brain were occupied by sexual desire, and she could not spare even a trace of rationality to maintain her thinking.
She panted, moaned, her chest rose and fell, and she twisted her sexy body. Her toes wrapped in dark stockings were raised, her toes clenched and opened, and then stretched to her toes again. The comfort under her skirt was indescribable.
The man said, “Go ahead.”
Bethany suddenly arched her whole body, her vagina trembled and kept contracting, and her love juice gushed out in streams. She struggled, her hips moved, twitched, and trembled, and her lust was released wildly under her crotch.
She fainted, her sexy body slumped limply, the scent of her orgasm wafting out from under her skirt.
The man smiled and stroked her face, appreciating her face and body like a treasure. He leaned over to kiss her mouth, savoring the mature fragrance of her mouth, and his hands touched her body, feeling her breasts, abdomen, and the contours of her body. He buried his face in her crotch, breathing in her feminine fragrance, and slid his fingers over her long legs wrapped in black silk, feeling from thigh to calf, and finally grabbed her ankle and picked it up, tasting the taste of her silk feet.
“What a beauty.” The man praised, and lay on top of her, put his tongue into her mouth, and licked every inch of her mouth. He kissed her neck and collarbone, lingered on the white skin above her tube top dress, lifted her skirt, spread her stocking legs, held her hips, put his face between her legs, and licked her crotch wrapped in stockings.
He took off his pants, inserted his dick into Bethany’s mouth, and had sex with her in the 69 position, licking her crotch while inserting his dick into her mouth. Finally, his whole body shook and he ejaculated into Bethany’s mouth.
When Bethany woke up, she was alone in the room.
It was still the same here, pure white. The door of the room opened, and a beautiful girl in her early 20s walked in, knelt down next to Bethany, and said, “Miss, your treatment experience is over.”
Bethany was in a daze. She put on her high heels and suit, walked to the door of the room, and asked, “Where’s Owen?”
“Owen is out for something. If you still want to receive treatment, please go to the front desk to make an appointment.”
She walked out of the spa, walking further and further away in the white mist of the early morning, and the man watched her from the fourth floor of the spa.
She took a taxi and fell asleep soon after getting in. The driver kept looking at her through the rearview mirror, and finally couldn’t help but drive the car into a dark alley. The driver got out of the driver’s seat, got into the back seat where Bethany was, closed the door, and soon the taxi started shaking.
Soon a layer of mist formed in the car window, making everything inside unclear. A woman’s moaning sounded in the car, and a pair of beautiful feet in black stockings were lifted up, hanging in the air and swaying.
I woke up very early that day because I couldn’t get used to the bed in the love hotel.
But what was even more unaccustomed was sleeping with Brian.
After returning to the office, I decided to find Raymond. Without the help of a hypnosis expert like him, it would be difficult for me to discover the truth on my own.
I changed into a slim-fitting women’s business suit today. The upper body is a navy blue suit, and the lower body is a navy blue hip-hugging skirt. The hem of the skirt is a few centimeters above the knee.
Under the skirt, I wore a pair of black stockings and black high heels with silver square buckles. Under the suit, I paired a white V-neck shirt with a printed silk scarf.
The outfit was small in size, pushing my hips and breasts high up on the suit, and the waist was very tight, showing off my waist-to-hip ratio.
I stood in front of the dressing mirror and checked my outfit and makeup. I made my lip makeup brighter, then tied up my long hair, leaving only two strands of hair on both sides of my cheeks for decoration.
Driving to Eastern University, I asked for Raymond ‘s office at the front desk on the first floor of the School of Life Sciences, but an appointment was required to see this professor. This showed how many visitors he had.
I told the receptionist, “Please tell him it’s Abigail who ‘s here to see him.”
The receptionist called him and said, “Please go to office 0801.”
When I got on the elevator, I suddenly became nervous. It was he who hypnotized me the day before yesterday, and I had sex with my son Brian. If I hadn’t met him and challenged him, my son Brian and I would not have come to this point today.
Although Brian has used my underwear to masturbate in recent years, and I have had sexual fantasies about him, it was just the impulse of adolescence and the loneliness accumulated by a woman over the years. People have sexual desires and animal sides, but they also have rationality. Thinking about it and actually doing it are completely different.
I was thinking about all sorts of things and ended up feeling a little nervous. The elevator door had already opened and I didn’t want to hesitate any longer.
0801 The door of the office was ajar. I walked in and closed the door, leaving no way out for myself.
Raymond was standing by the window. He looked so tall and masculine that he couldn’t hide it with a suit and shirt. He turned around, still wearing his glasses, and said,” Miss Abigail, you are so confident. What makes you think you can see me without an appointment?”
He was trying to give me a polite slap, and so was I, so I said, “Because you’re interested in me.”
“You’re very direct.”
I walked up to him and looked into his eyes. Even he couldn’t help looking at me from head to toe. This really gave me a sense of superiority, and a kind of euphoria sprouted in my heart, making me feel that I could control him.
He took a step forward, like a mountain pressing down on me. I didn’t step back and said, “When I saw you the day before yesterday, I was investigating a model named Emily.”
“Her story has been spread all over the Internet. How did she die?”
“She died suddenly during sexual intercourse and the police found drugs in her system.”
“Then the case is closed.” Raymond returned to the window, looked downstairs, and said, “There was no need for you to come to me.”
“I suspect she was hypnotized, as was the basketball player she had sex with.”
“Miss Abigail, it seems that you still consider hypnosis a form of magic.”
“I can’t help thinking this way.” I walked up to him and looked up into his eyes: “You did it to me, didn’t you?”
He just looked back at me. I had an urge to offend him further, so I said, “Perhaps if you just go a step further, you can do the same thing to me.”
“If I remember correctly, you just left without saying goodbye that night. Did my so-called hypnosis really work on you?”
“Raymond, if you’re asking if I was wet that night, yes, I was.”
“But you finally got rid of it on your own. You didn’t lose your temper, or have sex with anyone and then die suddenly, right?”
“Why do you study hypnosis?”
“That’s my job.”
“Why do you do this job? It’s definitely not for the money.”
Raymond walked to his desk and sat on his large office chair. I guess my doubts made him feel insecure. He wanted to use the desk to separate him and me, but I would not give him this opportunity. I pressed on step by step, bypassing the desk, walking in front of him, then sitting on the desk, looking down at him for the first time.
I said, “I guess you’re going to tell me why.”
He clasped his hands together, hiding his right thumb, and his various tiny movements and expressions revealed the uneasiness beneath his strong body.
I pressed him: “As a psychologist, how many people have you heard confide in you? Have you ever done this to others? You can try it once.”
“Miss Abigail, you must have been very good since you were a child, right? You were the kind of person that others envied, always standing center stage, and being admired by the boys in every class you went to.”
“Does this have anything to do with what we said?”
“It has something to do with me.” Raymond raised his head: “Because I used to be the kind of person hiding in the corner, secretly in love with you.”
“Why is it just a crush?”
“Because my parents, especially my mother, loved me very much and were determined to let me inherit their careers when I was born. So they trained me and educated me so that I could become the best person in their minds.”
“But they just made you conform and self-control?”
“Can you imagine it?”
“I can see that.”
“Can you tell from who I am now?”
I nodded: “You still have the traces they left on your body today.”
Raymond laughed. “They taught me to be emotionally stable. They never allowed me to cry or laugh loudly. Short videos on the Internet often say that girls like emotionally stable men the most, and that emotional stability is the most attractive trait. Tell me, Miss Abigail, as a woman, do you think that’s right?”
“I’d love to tell you that’s both right and wrong.”
“But that’s bullshit.”
“That’s right. We lied, a mass lie.”
“So what does emotional stability mean to a woman?”
“Easy to control. Emotional stability means that this person does not know anger. You can hurt him, but he will not fight back. He will not even show sadness because that will make you feel guilty. An emotionally stable man is like a sex doll that can be used at will. You can use it when you need it and put it aside when you don’t. He will always understand me, tolerate me, and pay for me, while tolerating my not paying for him. This is what we want.”
“You too, Miss Abigail?”
I shook my head: “Now is not the time to talk about me.”
“Then let’s continue talking about me.” Raymond said, “I have been living according to my mother’s arrangements. My only resistance was to study clinical psychology. But she didn’t care because she and my father started out as a private hospital.”
“Later, your parents died in an accident.” I studied his basic information very clearly.
Raymond seemed to be recalling: “That was when I was 30 years old. I had just finished my doctorate and they planned to let me join the group and start as the chairman’s assistant. When they went on vacation to France that year, they drove a Ferrari off a cliff on a winding mountain road.” He sighed and said, “That was when I realized how much I loved them, but nothing can go back.”
His sadness was extremely restrained, but still moving. I walked behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He said, “I studied psychology for two reasons. The first is to help myself, and the second is to help others. I myself used hypnosis to recognize reality and get out of my past experiences.”
“Then you should help me. If someone really uses hypnosis to do evil, wouldn’t it be too sad?”
“What are the police doing?”
“The police are investigating, but the difficulty is not even catching the criminal. Just like the hypnotist rapist case 20 years ago, there is no evidence and the criminal cannot be convicted. The victim may even deny that she was sexually assaulted.”
Raymond thought about what I said, his huge body stood up, and said,” Miss Abigail, do you want to make another bet with me?”
“What’s the bet?”
“A kiss.”
“A kiss? How do you bet?”
“You will kiss me voluntarily within three days. If I don’t do it, I will help you.”
“It looks like I’m going to lose both.”
“Why?”
“If you don’t do it, it means your skills are not good enough, and I don’t need your help.”
The man smiled and opened a door in his office. “Please follow me,” he said.
I followed him into the room, and it turned out that there was another world inside. It was a room larger than the office and looked like a treatment room for a psychologist. There was a recliner in the room, and next to the recliner was a small round coffee table with aromatherapy on it, releasing a mild fig scent.
Raymond turned on the music, sat down in a chair next to the recliner, and said, “Would you like me to give you a full hypnosis demonstration?”
“I can try.” I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t trust him, so I sat on the recliner, but just sat, with my high heels still on the ground.
“Everything said in this room stays in this room,” he said.
“How many patients have you treated here?”
“I only receive my friends here, please lie down.”
I took off my shoes, untied my hair and let it fall down. As soon as I lay down, Raymond said,” Miss Abigail, please do your best to resist my hypnosis.”
“Okay.” I don’t know if he did this to challenge me, but I really wanted to challenge him.
He picked up a piece of paper and began to read aloud.
I focused my attention and listened carefully, while keeping my mind rational and using my intellect to understand and analyze what he read, and it was exactly what I wanted.
He was reading an infectious disease report, the content was complex but not profound, I kept listening and understanding, and I could understand the content easily for the time being. Then the data became large and complex, and various abstract concepts began to increase. I mobilized my mind with all my strength, and I was still able to keep up with his reading speed and clearly understand every sentence he read.
Then his speed increased, and the data and concepts he had read out before began to be used for comprehensive analysis. One piece of content after another was intertwined, finally pushing my consciousness to the limit.
My attention was completely focused on Raymond ‘s words, and I didn’t realize that what really attacked my subconscious was the music and fragrance that had been playing in the environment.
They bypassed the layer of consciousness that was tied up in my reading of Raymond and penetrated into the lower layers of my brain.
Then I lost my memory of what happened at that time, and when I came to my senses, I was already uncontrollably talking to Raymond.
“I had sex with my son Brian,” I said. “We had sex. We had sex. My own son and I. Had sex. We had sex. I kissed him. He caressed me. He gave me oral sex. I knew he wanted me. He smelled my stockings. I have sexual fantasies about my own son. He touched me in the groin. I felt good. I felt bad. We had sex.”
My prefrontal cortex might be inhibited from functioning, and I seemed to know this, but I didn’t understand what it meant.
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
I feel very comfortable.
I want to talk.
“Your consciousness is deliberately suppressing your true thoughts, and this is the source of our suffering, because you cannot recognize yourself,” Raymond said.
“Can you help me untie my knot?”
“Close your eyes and don’t resist.”
I closed my eyes and felt his hands touching my forehead and lower abdomen. He said, “Tell me, tell me what you want to tell me most.”
“I’m lonely and I want to be loved.”
“Do you want to be loved by your son? Do you want to have love affairs with him?”
“No, this is not normal.”