Detective Mom
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
A few times, I even knew I was dreaming.
The boundary between memory and fantasy blurred, and I saw that the woman lying there was not Emily, but Bethany. But the man was still the same man, not too tall, a little thin, but strong, with a naked upper body full of bulging muscles.
He was touching Bethany ‘s bare legs, his fingertips sliding over her fair skin, his fingers finding their way inside her thighs, slowly sliding under her skirt, touching her crotch.
Bethany ‘s breathing became heavier, and the man asked her, “Are you not wearing any underwear?”
“No ... um~”
Her body was wrapped in a tight white cheongsam. The man’s left hand caressed her body, sliding over the contours of her body. His right hand fingers caressed up and down her labia minora, touching her clitoris from time to time, and sliding into the vaginal opening from time to time.
Bethany was already soaked, with vaginal fluid trickling out. Her breathing was rapid, her tall breasts were rising and falling, and a blush was appearing on her cool face.
The man looked down at her, admiring her, he touched her face, rubbed her lips with his thumb, then leaned down and kissed her.
Bethany opened her mouth to accept him, letting his tongue enter her mouth to taste him, and then entangled her tongue with his, drinking his saliva that slipped into her mouth.
The man caressed her all over her body. She twisted her body and her beautiful legs moved constantly. She hugged him with her hands and kissed him deeply and passionately.
The scent of perfume drifted with her body temperature. The man was somewhat fascinated by her. He kissed her face and neck. She tilted her head back for him to kiss her. His hands and mouth slid down, lingering on her breasts and abdomen. He leaned over her lower body, caressing and kissing her white legs, from her thighs to her calves, and grabbed her ankles to admire her white feet.
He rubbed Bethany’s toes with his nose, kissed them with his mouth, put her toes in his mouth, sucked them together, then sucked them one by one, and inserted his tongue into the gap between her toes, savoring her private taste. He sniffed and licked the soles of her feet, kissed the tops of her feet like kissing, which made him very excited and made his crotch erect.
The man picked her up and put her on the bed next to him. Bethany was already exhausted and allowed him to play with her.
He unzipped her cheongsam and took it off from her feet, revealing Bethany’s mature and sexy body. He rubbed her collarbone with his mouth, kneaded her breasts with his hands, put her nipples in his mouth, and teased them with his tongue.
Bethany ‘s body arched up, and she murmured that she couldn’t hold it any longer. The man took off his pants, spread her legs and lay on top of her. His penis tentatively found Bethany ‘s vaginal opening and then inserted it.
My cognition became increasingly blurred, and it seemed that it was not Bethany who was being penetrated, but me.
It was me on that bed, I was being pinned down by a man and being penetrated by him.
My vagina was so hungry and kept contracting. It was very hard and erect. It stretched the tight front of my vagina and hit my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure.
He pulled back, pushed again, and hit the G-spot again. I thought, he can’t hit my G-spot every time, right?
He really could, hitting my most sensitive spot again and again, because he was hard and pointed up high. I didn’t expect my body to be so compatible with his.
He fucked me for half a minute and I couldn’t help but start to scream. The scream was so lewd and indulgent that I couldn’t believe it myself. But even so, I couldn’t express all the pleasure in my body. I closed my eyes and raised my head, feeling so comfortable that I didn’t care about anything.
He touched me, kneaded me, kissed my body, and fucked me, faster and faster.
The sexual pleasure was also escalating in my body, making me not think about anything but just feel. I knew that my lower body was flooded with sexual fluid. Sometimes the man would pull out his penis, and then my sexual fluid would splash, with fluid ejected from my vagina and urethra at the same time.
I screamed, but there was no language in my voice, just the moans of a female animal in heat. Then the man’s hard cock penetrated me again, breaking through the tight front part of my vagina, hitting my G-spot hard and then sliding inside.
My cries turned into screams, and he continued to fuck me with such intensity that my brain gave up vision, hearing, thinking, and rationality, focusing all its attention on my body.
I was hanging in the sky, feeling so comfortable that I wanted to cry. I couldn’t believe that there was such a hearty indulgence.
He hugged me and kissed me, I opened my mouth and sucked him deeply.
I felt like I was melting, melting into one with him. He was fucking me from below and kissing me from above. Our tongues intertwined and danced, licking each other’s smoothness and tasting each other’s flavor. His saliva flowed into my mouth, mixed with my saliva, and we drank it.
His body temperature makes me hot, his smell makes me excited, his sweaty body rubs against mine, our limbs are entangled, and a sense of happiness of love suddenly bursts out in my heart.
Then he raised his body, with a silver thread of saliva still connecting our lips. I opened my eyes blearily and looked at him, and saw Raymond ‘s face.
His expression was as obsessed as mine. His big hands were stroking my face. He stared at me closely, watching my expression which was immersed in lust.
Then he moved and I orgasmed instantly.
“Ah!!” I woke up with a start, my whole body trembling, my vagina twitching and contracting, and I leaked out sexual fluids in the orgasm.
I struggled on my bed, my muscles twitching and losing control. I covered my lower body with my hands and found that my vaginal fluid was still flowing, and my underwear was already soaked. I curled up and panted on the bed.
I don’t remember most of the dream, but I remember it ended with Raymond, having sex with me and bringing me to orgasm.
I felt a little scared and a little sweet in my heart. I wanted to take a shower, but I was so tired that I fell asleep again without realizing it.
When I woke up, it was already daybreak, the sun shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed. I sat up, lifted the sheets, and smelled my own estrus. I suddenly felt a mixture of emotions, and I lay back on the bed. I didn’t know what I felt in my heart, but I felt sour and empty in my vagina.
what do I do?
Raymond invited me to his estate, but I couldn’t trust him completely yet. So I had to go visit someone first, someone I hadn’t seen for a long time.
I went to Lancaster University and met Brian ‘s mentor Hannah.
She asked me,” Abigail, you haven’t given up yet?”
“I gave up a long time ago. It’s been a long time since I fantasized about catching the murderer who killed your father and Jordan.”
“Have you ever liked my brother?”
“I don’t know anymore.” I was only 16 years old at the time, and Hannah ‘s brother Jordan was 17 years old and was in the same class as me. She was 15 years old and studied in the same high school as me.
They are all my friends. Jordan is tall and handsome. Maybe I liked him.
But then he died.
“Less than a year after my father died, my brother and mother died. My brother went crazy and became seriously mentally ill in a few months. My mother had a lover. Although it was very secretive, I knew that she no longer cared about us. Later that night, my brother was beaten to death in a fight with a group of drunks on the street. My mother had sex with a dozen men at a so-called orgy party and was raped to death by the men. When I woke up, my lower body was very painful and bleeding, but I received a call saying that they were in trouble. I didn’t care about anything else and went to find them to take care of their funeral. Many years later, I went for a check-up and found that my vagina had a lot of signs of sexual experience. Not only was my hymen broken, but my vagina had also been dilated, and I didn’t even know it.”
We were silent for a long time. I knew that Jordan and his mother died on the same night, but it was the first time I heard Hannah say that she lost her virginity that night.
I asked her, “Do you know who assaulted you?”
“I only know that he must be a hypnotist, but I don’t have any memory of him. That memory is locked in the deepest part of my brain, protected by a mutually reinforcing subconscious network. Even if I use hypnosis myself, I can’t retrieve it. Once I touch it, I will feel pain, a lot of pain.”
I walked over to comfort her, and she suddenly hugged me and said,” Abigail, you were the one I was most attached to at that time.”
I knew, I just never showed that I knew.
She said, “But you left, why?”
I went to the United States at that time. Before I left, one day I told Jordan about my family’s arrangements. I said I would not leave and would stay with him and his sister. But he had a quarrel with me. He told me to get out, saying that I was a bitch and a prostitute, and told me to get out as far as possible.
I told Hannah about what happened that day, how Jordan molested me, beat me, humiliated me, and went crazy in front of me in order to make me leave.
“He insisted that I leave.” I hugged Hannah tightly, “Because he knew we couldn’t beat the hypnotist, and if I stayed I would just become the next victim. But I didn’t understand it at the time, I didn’t understand.”
“Abigail, do you think he’s showing up again?”
“It appeared.”
“Why did you look for me?”
“I want to ask you, can I trust Raymond?”
“He is the world’s leading expert in hypnosis.”
“But could he be the hypnotist?”
“If so, why didn’t he come and kill me? I’ve done nothing but study hypnosis in the past twenty years. Wouldn’t he have noticed? Couldn’t he see from my articles that my skills were close to his? Why didn’t he cut the roots? Why didn’t he nip me in the bud?”
Hannah said exactly what I was thinking.
I said, “But there is another possibility, that is, he is crazy enough and he wants to create an opponent for himself.”
“If that’s the case, he’ll regret it.”
I told her,” Raymond is willing to implant a set of anti-hypnosis information in me. Do you think I should accept it?”
“Don’t ask me, Abigail.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid I’ll regret it.”
“What’s the meaning?”
“I’ll encourage you to accept it.”
“I do not understand.”
“If Raymond is really good to you, the anti-hypnosis information he implanted for you will be your last insurance. With his skills, he can get you out of the most deadly hypnosis. If he has bad intentions, or he is related to the hypnotist, or he is the hypnotist, then the information he implanted for you will expose him. I will attack him and kill him! Either way, it’s good for me. I don’t want to hurt you for my own sake.”
“So I have to accept it.”
“It’s not necessary. You can stay away and stay out of it.”
“I’ve already dodged once. I hid in the United States 20 years ago. Jordan died and you were hurt. I should have stayed with you.”
I can’t hide this time.
I left her and drove to meet Raymond.
Feeling confused, I parked the car on a deserted beach path. I checked my makeup and stared at my raised eyelashes in the makeup mirror.
Today I wore a white shirt dress with a high hem that exposed most of my thighs. I used a thin belt to tighten my waist, and under the hem I wore white flesh-colored suspender stockings. My underwear was light pink, with silk, lace, and translucent tulle embellished with each other. I tied my long hair into a ponytail, put on a pair of white and gold glittering high heels decorated with crystals, and put on a white coat.
I put on some perfume and painted my lips brighter, then drove to the door of Raymond ‘s mansion. When I got out of the car, my heart calmed down.
He was waiting for me in the garden. The garden was full of colorful flowers. Some of the flowers had fallen, while some were in full bloom. The sunlight shone through the newly sprouted leaves and fell to the ground, dancing with the wind.
Raymond was sitting at a wooden table reading a book. He looked up and said,” Miss Abigail, it seems you still trust me.”
“I have no choice.”
I walked to the railing at the edge of the garden and looked out to the sea, where the sun shone golden. Raymond came up to me and I said,” Professor Raymond, are you a hypnotist?”
“Me? Are you doubting me?”
“I’m doubting everyone.”
“Miss Abigail, I’ve been thinking about you these past few days. Why are you so obsessed with a case from 20 years ago? I initially attributed it to your professionalism, but then I thought, maybe you are born to love excitement, but what you have shown seems to have exceeded the limit of seeking excitement.”
I looked up at him. His face was ordinary, even ugly, but the wildness that was hidden in it and emanated from him at all times made people unconsciously fascinated by it.
I said, “Maybe I’m just looking for excitement. That feeling makes me excited.”
“Physical excitement?”
“Beyond that, real danger turns me on. I like playing with fire.”
Raymond was a little surprised by my directness, and I was glad that I had confused him for a second.
He said: “So not only did you become an investigative reporter, you also took on a lot of private investigator work.”
“Professor Raymond is so well-informed that he doesn’t seem like a professor.”
“I’m asking around for you because you make me feel dangerous.”
“Is it normal for you to feel threatened by a woman like me?”
He smiled and walked with me deeper into the garden path. The sea breeze was warm and soft, sweeping across my legs and ruffling my long hair, carrying the scent of sea salt and orange blossom.
I looked out to sea and saw a sailboat setting sail for the first time.
He said, “Have you never manipulated a man?”
“Yes, a lot. I can make men crazy.”
“You manipulate them?”
“I only do this to get the truth.”
“But you’ll still be lonely.”
“Is it strange? Women always like to be lonely.”
“What did the hypnotist do to you?”
“Killed my friends, raped my friends, killed their entire families, and that’s just the part I know about, just the tip of the iceberg.”
“You want revenge?”
“I think he received the sanctions he deserved.”
“Does that make you feel better?”
“That makes me believe there is still justice in the world.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard a woman say something like this.”
“It means your circle is too small.”
He took me to a big tree and we sat side by side on a bench. The sun was almost up in the sky and it was sunny but not hot.
Not far away, the waiter set up lunch on a small round table.
I asked him, “You haven’t answered me yet, are you a hypnotist?”
“I am not.”
“If you were, what would you like to do now?”
“Is this a game?”
“I won’t record it anyway.”
“Let me think about it. I will kill Hannah and her apprentice, your son, Brian, because they are a threat to me. But first I will hypnotize you. For example, I will pretend to implant anti-hypnosis information in you, but in fact it will be a deep hypnosis.”
“And then what? What happens after you’ve done all of this? You’re going to rape me?”
“No, I will possess you.”
“Isn’t this the same thing?”
“No, I’ll make you love me.”
“What’s the difference?”
“I want more than just sex with you, or making love, or making love as if there is love, no, that’s not what I want.”
“You want love itself?”
“It comes from your love.”
“Is this a confession?”
“Calculate.”
“So someone like you needs love, too? I thought you would see things more clearly.”
“What does it mean to be clear? Just like doing a math problem, list the conditions of both men and women, add and subtract, and finally come up with an answer. Is that considered clear?”
“Doesn’t it count?”
“Only those who are trapped in love can have love.”
This time it was Raymond’s turn to surprise me.
I said,” Raymond, if I fell in love with you, you would still make love with me, and it would still come to that step in the end. No matter what kind of love it is, no matter whether it is pure or not, beautiful or not, isn’t it all about making love in the end? But I don’t love you, so you can’t have me. Maybe you had a chance to make love with me, but you missed the chance for the so-called love.”
“Then let me suffer for love.” He looked at me and smiled, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
The waiter set the table, we sat down, and the delicious dishes were served one by one.
I was becoming more and more open-hearted in front of him, and I found it strange that instead of being on guard against him, I wanted to confide in him. I resisted the urge and just chatted with him, but the desire to confide in him became stronger and stronger.
I wanted him to understand me, to show him the hurt, painful, hidden part of myself, and to use him to comfort me.
“How am I different to you?” I asked him.
“It’s different in every way. I’ve never seen a woman like you before.”
“How many times have you used words like this to please a woman?”
“first.”
My mind told me not to believe it, but my heart told me that I was special to him, just like I was special to Brian.
The sweet feeling in my heart is a little dangerous. I dare not experience it. That fear makes me feel painful and puts me in a more disadvantageous position.
So I turned the conversation to business and said, “You said you would implant a set of anti-hypnosis information in me. Can we start?”
“plz follow me.”
I went back to the mansion with him. In a room on the first floor with floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a solitary easel. He said, “Please wait a moment.” He took a painting from the wall, put it on the easel, and unveiled the canvas to me.
That painting is even stranger than Cy Twombly’s Blackboard. I never thought a painting could be so fragmented and yet so beautiful. Each part of it is a highly energetic structure, like a poem, containing infinite information in an ambiguous way, with codes beyond reality lurking in it.
I was attracted by the morbid madness in the painting and unconsciously approached it. Gradually, I saw its structure, it changed from fragmentation to wholeness, and the seemingly random lines were lingering and sad, they were madly intertwined, leading me to fall into it.
“Ah--” I took a deep breath and came to my senses, only to find that there was a strange fragrance floating in the space. Some kind of white noise accompanied by the sound of the wind outside the window formed a wonderful combination.
Raymond brought a chair for me, I sat down and asked him, “Is it over?”
He nodded and told me: “Even now, I can only hypnotize you superficially. Once I touch the deep part, you will wake up.”
“How long can it last?”
“Unless you take the initiative to remove it, it will be lifelong.”
He handed me a glass of water and said, “Please rest here for a while. You can slowly think about it, which will make this information more solid.” After that, he walked into another door in the room. The door was ajar, but he did not come out for a long time.
I sat like this for five minutes, and my mind became clear again. In fact, I felt refreshed, and it felt like my consciousness and subconscious were like a pool of clear spring water. I could see through it all, and some of my hidden and repressed thoughts were clearly displayed in my mind.
I stood up, put down my coat and cup of water, and looked at the painting again.
Its magic was gone, and I could no longer see its morbid beauty.
The wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, and the lawn in the distance was rippling. I called Raymond, but he didn’t respond. I walked towards the half-open door, and out of curiosity, I opened it and walked in.
Inside is a large studio, filled with easels, drawing boards, oil paintings, and white cloth. There are big trees growing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and their shadows are flying and changing in the studio, like a dream.
I walked in and found that all the paintings hanging on the walls and placed on the easels were already finished oil paintings. They had only one theme: women, naked women.
I walked over to the nearest one. The style of the painting was completely different from the modernist abstract paintings Raymond had just shown me. These were oil paintings that were as realistic as possible, perhaps with a touch of Rococo style, but not so hazy that if you didn’t look carefully, you would think they were just photographs.
The woman in the first painting is very beautiful, and looks like a model. Her face and makeup are both high-end, and she has a slender figure and small, pointed breasts.
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