Detective Mom
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
I didn’t know how many people were staring at me in the dark. The hall was filled with a red glow and there was a faint fragrance lingering in my nose, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of sexual intercourse between men and women.
I was wearing only my underwear in such a place. My body was exposed to the air. I felt insecure, but excited. I should run away, and I ran away quickly. The dangerous euphoria spread in my crotch, and the vagina was oozing out of the juice. It slid out and wet my underwear.
I became a prey to the men, they blocked me off, and when I turned around, I found myself surrounded.
They were barely wearing any clothes, and their masculine body odor was emitting, making me tremble with excitement. I saw that they were erect because of seeing my body, and their penises were standing tall through their underwear. I wanted to say no, but I felt someone touching me.
I dodged instinctively and bumped into a man’s arms.
The feeling of skin contact with the men made my heart tremble. I tried to hide again, but I only found that they narrowed their encirclement of me, and then several big hands touched my body at the same time.
The feeling of being caressed by a man instantly made me fall. I could feel them touching my back, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my arms, and then someone touched my neck. I was so stimulated that I almost cried out. Then someone untied my mask. I wanted to stop him, but he grabbed my hand.
I turned my head to the side, trying to cover my face with my hair, and someone grabbed my breasts and squeezed them through my bra, and then a rough hand reached between my legs and covered my crotch tightly. The big hand didn’t hesitate and rubbed my vagina roughly, and the sudden pleasure made me scream.
When I realized it, a hand was touching my lips forcefully, then inserted into my mouth, caressing my mouth and teeth with its fingertips.
I suddenly felt myself floating up, flying high off the ground, only to find that they had lifted me up. I lay flat on their hands and were taken into a darker large room.
When I was put on the bed, I looked up and saw a huge crowd of people. I couldn’t tell how many there were, but there should be at least thirty of them.
What are they going to do?
I will be sexually assaulted by more than 30 people?
“Wait a moment.” As soon as I said this, I was pushed onto the bed, with my hands and feet pinned down, unable to move.
“Wait! I regret it!” My voice was filled with tears. I felt so panicked, yet inexplicably excited.
I struggled hard and was strangled. I felt caressing all over my body. My panties and bra were suddenly taken off and a stranger kissed me.
I shook my head to avoid him. His heavy breathing kept spraying into my nostrils and his mouth pressed hard against my lips.
I was afraid, but my nipples and clitoris were erected. The man controlled my head and kissed me passionately. He sucked my mouth desperately and put his tongue into my mouth. He licked my tongue, licked my oral mucosa, sucked my saliva, and more of his own saliva flowed into my mouth.
My vagina was contracting like crazy, the feeling of emptiness and the desire to be filled coming over me uncontrollably.
My reason was gradually dominated by lust, and suddenly I couldn’t stop myself. I felt dizzy and started kissing the man on me.
We tilted our heads and sucked each other, our lips tightly pressed together, our tongues tightly entangled. I felt my hands being raised above my head, someone interlaced my fingers, someone put my toes in their mouths, every inch of my body seemed to be touched, everything was so indulgent, I almost lost control immediately, and the suppressed moans broke out in every interval of the passionate kiss between me and the man.
I was so distracted and fascinated that I felt like I was melting. My body sank into the bed, and I felt tiny kisses falling inch by inch along my face and neck. I also shouted weakly, “Give it to me, give it to me...”
I wanted to tell myself that this was all a dream, but my body’s feeling reminded me not to deceive myself.
But at this moment, countless broken black lines appeared in front of my eyes. I originally thought that it was the shadow of the neon light, and I thought it was some kind of floaters, but gradually I found that the shadows changed from broken to whole, and the seemingly random lines were entangled and lingering. They were madly intertwined, and I couldn’t ignore them.
A roar louder than the entire world erupted from the black lines, and then the world collapsed. I suddenly remembered the origin of the phantom. It came from the abstract painting that Raymond showed me.
That’s how I woke up.
Nothing happened, or rather, a lot happened, but not in the way I saw it.
I was sitting on a soft chair, Harold was sitting opposite me. The room was white, the ceiling, the floor, the walls were all white, almost empty, I even suspected that this was a dream I had imagined.
I was dressed neatly, just like I was at work, in a navy blue business suit and black stockings.
Harold was a little surprised. He said, “You are really smart. How come you always come up with something?”
“Why am I here? What did you do to me?”
“Why are you here? Don’t you remember? It was you who agreed to come to my spa, Miss Abigail.”
“I...”
“It’s okay, I’ll help you remember it.”
As he said this he snapped his fingers, and my mind went blank.
The flow of time slowed to a near standstill. I could see, hear, smell and feel everything, but I didn’t know the meaning of it all. It was as if my soul was isolated and I had become a body without consciousness.
“It’s much better this time.” Harold said, walking over and putting his hands on my back and legs. He was very strong and picked me up easily.
I lay in his arms, feeling everything yet knowing nothing.
It felt so weird, but I couldn’t understand what it meant.
Harold placed me on a narrow bed in the clinic. He stared at my face and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. I felt a little itchy when he touched me. This touch seemed to mean something, but I didn’t know. I just felt my heart beating faster.
He said,” Miss Abigail, you are so fucking beautiful! Your face is so gorgeous! Your mouth is also beautiful, and your lipstick is so sexy, what a fucking sexy face.”
As he spoke, he touched my face all over, touched my lips with his fingers, and then looked closely at my face. He looked at my eyes, my skin, my nostrils and mouth, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of my face in his mind.
“It’s fucking perfect!” he said and then he kissed me, just a light kiss on my lips with his mouth.
The feeling of our lips touching each other was somewhat comfortable, but I vaguely felt that this was not right. Perhaps I didn’t want to kiss him. It seemed that I had some rejection in my heart, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I didn’t understand, so I thought about it carefully, but the more I thought, the more confused I became.
He didn’t wait for me to figure it out. He looked at my face a few more times with fascination, and then kissed me again.
This time we kissed for a long time. At first we just touched each other without moving, and then his mouth began to move and rub against my lips. Just when I was feeling comfortable, he let me go and pecked me again and again.
I felt both disgusted and happy, I couldn’t explain it. Gradually I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t help but open my lips.
He kept staring at me, his eyes full of obsession, as if he was looking at a treasure. I was touched and knew that he was going to kiss me deeply, so I closed my eyes and slightly opened my mouth to wait for him. Then I felt the moist and warm air from his mouth entering my mouth, which tasted a bit stinky, and our lips were pressed tightly together.
His tongue stretched out, tentatively touched my tongue, and then wrapped around it.
I felt very comfortable. After my vision disappeared, my other four senses seemed to become more sensitive. The feeling on my lips, mouth and tongue quickly occupied my mind and made me stop thinking about anything else.
His mouth really stinks, but the stench is accompanied by a physical sensation of comfort, which makes me somewhat addicted.
I entangled him with my tongue, and licked him, first pressing tightly together, and then stirring in circles. Our lips also moved, sucking each other, tightly pressed together, and then separated with all our strength, making a popping sound.
My saliva kept secreting out and mixed with his saliva. Even though I kept swallowing, saliva still flowed out from the corners of my mouth. The saliva was smeared on my lips and his lips because of our passionate kiss, and it was everywhere.
Just when I felt that I could not leave his kiss anymore, he separated from me. He still looked at me in disbelief and said,” Miss Abigail, it is so fucking good to kiss a beauty like you! I love kissing goddesses like you the most! It is only good to kiss someone with a beautiful face! Today I finally got to kiss you!!”
I think he likes kissing me. I also like kissing, and I was very anxious. I whispered, “Kiss me~” and squinted my eyes, slightly opened my lips and asked for a kiss.
Sure enough, he kissed me again. I couldn’t wait any longer and turned my head so that I could have sex with him in the deepest position.
Our mouths were open, joined in an X shape, pressed tightly together. His tongue went deep into my mouth, and I did the same, then our tongues intertwined, tongue licking tongue, lips sucking lips. I felt him sucking my saliva, and then exploring my entire mouth with his tongue, carefully tasting every inch of my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, but I trembled violently because of the strong stimulation.
I could feel my clitoris erecting wildly and it was as hard as it could be. At the same time, my vagina was full of vaginal fluid, and not only was my vagina wet, but my paraurethral glands and greater Bartholin’s glands were also flowing. The feeling of the vaginal fluid oozing out through my urethra and wetting my underwear made me lose my mind.
I started to scream, but my mouth was blocked tightly by him, so I could only make a faint “Woo~~Woo~~” sound.
It was so hot under my skirt, sweat was pouring out of my crotch, and then my whole body started to feel hot and I felt so comfortable that I couldn’t move.
I don’t know how long we kissed, my vagina contracted several times, my vulva felt sore and swollen, I felt I couldn’t bear it anymore, and my body started twisting.
Harold must have felt it, because he let go of me and raised his head. There was still a lot of saliva between our lips, which formed a transparent silk thread between our mouths, then broke, dripped, and fell on my lips.
Harold looked at my shiny lips, smiled and said,” Miss Abigail, this is our first kiss.” I don’t know why, but he looked particularly obscene when he said this, but my whole body was filled with lust and I didn’t seem to care about it.
“Miss Abigail, are you already aroused?”
“Excited ... well, I’m wet and hot ... I think...”
“Hehehe, just bear with it for a while.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to play with your feet first.”
“You like my feet too?”
“Of course. Beautiful feet like yours are loved by all men. What’s more, you are wearing high heels and black stockings today, and even a business suit. How can I waste your preparations?”
He always smiles obscenely when he talks. I am actually very happy to hear him say that my feet are beautiful, and I am happier than hearing him say that my face is beautiful. I think I just like men to be obsessed with me. In fact, it is not just me. All women in the world like men to be obsessed with them. A man may just like your face, but he must be obsessed with your feet.
I was excited by his fascination, and I lay there to see what he would do to me. I saw his eyes sweeping back and forth over my entire body, from head to toe, and from toe to head, especially lingering on my bulging breasts, waist, hips, stockings legs, and feet wrapped in stockings and high heels.
He put his face close to my body, sniffed my scent, and kissed me gently through my clothes. He kissed my breasts, then my belly, and then moved closer to my skirt, stopping near my vagina, pressing his face against my skirt and breathing deeply. He sniffed my private parts through my skirt, and I didn’t know what he could smell, but I only heard him say, “It smells so good.”
Then he sniffed his way down, rubbing his nose along my legs until he reached my feet.
He picked up my high-heeled feet and put them in front of his eyes to observe carefully, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of my feet in his mind. Then he kissed my high-heeled shoes and took them off. I think the smell of my feet floated out.
It’s late at night now, right? I’ve been wearing those high heels and stockings for a day. Harold smelled my scent and couldn’t wait to put his nose into the high heels and breathe hard.
He was shaking with excitement and suddenly pressed the soles of my feet against his face.
“It smells so good!” he cried out, “It smells so good!”
He rubbed his face up and down the soles of my feet, then pressed my toes tightly against his nostrils, blocking his nostrils with my stockings, and then he sniffed hard, breathing as if he wanted to suck me whole into his nasal cavity.
“So horny!” He exclaimed, “So horny, so fragrant, fuck, it’s the best, fuck, it’s the best!”
I didn’t know what he meant by the best, I just felt my heart beating so fast, his obsession was stimulating me.
He took off my other high-heeled shoe, not only put his nose in it to smell it, but also licked it with his tongue. Then he held both of my ankles and pressed both of my feet on his face at the same time.
“This smell is the best! You are so fucking horny! Your feet smell the best! You have a beautiful face and horny feet, you! How the fuck did you grow up?!”
His insults made me both scared and excited. I watched him put my toes in his mouth, licking, sucking and smelling them, while he held my right foot in his mouth and breathed on my left foot. Then he held my feet and kissed, licked, admired and caressed them up and down, left and right, from toes to heels, to insteps, soles to ankles, as if no inch was left out.
“A goddess is a goddess. Your face is perfect and your feet are perfect. No, your feet are even more beautiful than your face. I love your beautiful feet so much.”
Harold ‘s praise made me dizzy. My vaginal sphincter contracted several times. My vagina was getting hot. My crotch was wrapped in my underwear, black stockings, and one-piece top. My hip skirt was hot too. My crotch was uncomfortable with the heat.
My mind was full of wild thoughts, and for a moment I even wished that my feet could be as sensitive as my clitoris, so that when Harold played with my feet I could have an orgasm just like when he was giving me a blowjob.
I didn’t expect Harold to have the same idea as me. He said,” Miss Abigail, let me turn your beautiful feet into a sex toy.”
“What?” I was surprised by his words.
“Become a sex organ.”
“How is that possible?”
“It’s not difficult, as long as you cooperate.”
Without thinking, I asked, “How do I do that?”
“I will hypnotize you and make your feet as sensitive as your genitals.”
“Can you really do it?”
“You can do it as long as you don’t resist.”
“Well, I...” Should I resist?
What on earth am I doing here? And why am I here?
“Miss Abigail.”
“how?”
“Listen.”
“listen?”
I listened carefully and just happened to hear him snap his fingers. It was like pressing some kind of start button, my thinking became slow, and all my thoughts seemed to be blocked and unable to flow.
“This finger snap is a hypnotic trigger I preset in your subconscious mind. It took me a lot of effort to build this hypnotic trap.”
What did he mean? Did he mean that I was hypnotized by him? As long as he snapped his fingers, I would be hypnotized? But I seemed to be no different from usual, just ... just ... seemed to be a little different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it...
“Miss Abigail.”
“Am I hypnotized?”
“Yes, you have been hypnotized.”
“I don’t think it’s any different.”
“It’s really no different, except that your feet have become sexual organs.”
“foot...”
“It becomes so sensitive that every time it’s touched, nerve signals go straight to the sexual response area in your brain.”
“is that so?”
Harold turned on the music, the song was gentle but monotonous, containing a low-frequency vibration. He sprayed some medicine on a silk scarf and then covered my face with the scarf.
My vision was blocked and I could only smell the fragrance of the potion, but it was not the scent of flowers or fruits, but some kind of fleshy scent.
“Your feet are as sensitive as your vagina. They are sore and swollen now...”
“Yeah ... yes, my feet are so sore ... a little swollen ... like a vagina, so empty...”
“It was getting bigger and bigger, like an erection, and it was painfully hard.”
“Uh huh ~ It hurts so much ~”
“You want it.”
“I want to ... I really want to...”
“What do you want?”
“To be filled and to be touched.”
“Are your feet horny?”
“Yes, I am horny.”
I couldn’t stand it, so I twisted my legs and rubbed my feet wrapped in stockings on the narrow mattress. It felt like rubbing my clitoris with a cushion, and I felt so comfortable that I raised my waist, but it was not enough, far from enough.
Harold caressed my calves and asked me, “Do you want your feet played with?”
“Want to play with me, play with my feet~”
“Hehehehe, I’ll satisfy you now!”
Harold grabbed my feet and began to caress them. Each stroke was like playing with my vaginal vestibule. I felt my feet were wet, hot and empty, and I wanted to be fucked by a man. Harold ‘s fingers slid to the bottom of my feet again, pressing and rubbing them in circles.
He asked me, “How do you feel now?”
“Like a vagina ... ahhh ... vagina ... like ... touching a vagina...”
His hand slid to my toes again. I was so stimulated that I suddenly arched my body, opened my mouth wide and screamed. The feeling was too stimulating. My muscles tensed up and I instinctively kicked my feet to get rid of it.
He grabbed my ankles rudely and asked me, “What does it feel like to have your toes touched?”
“Don’t touch it!”
“Tell me, what does it feel like?!” He suddenly pinched my toes in his palm!
I screamed and struggled to beg him to let me go, and the scarf on my face was thrown to the ground.
He was still asking: “What does it feel like?! What does it feel like?!”
“Clit! Like a clitoris! Let go! Don’t pinch it, don’t! Ah--!”
He took my toes into his mouth and sucked them hard. I cried out in shock and almost passed out. He pressed my feet against his face and licked and rubbed them crazily. The intense pleasure rushed straight to my head and made me feel so good that I was almost dying. Sometimes my toes were licked, sometimes the soles of my feet were caressed, and sometimes the whole foot was held in his hand and played with. It felt like someone was constantly playing with my genitals with his hands and mouth, playing with the labia and then the vestibule, playing with the vestibule and then the vagina, and holding the clitoris in his mouth and stirring it desperately.
I was completely out of control, unable to move, with my eyes closed and my mouth wide open, I lay on the narrow bed and let him play with my feet. My body would twist and arch from time to time because it was too comfortable.
He still praised my feet endlessly. Hearing him talk about how beautiful, fragrant, coquettish and sexy my feet were, I was actually completely mesmerized and intoxicated.
After playing with me for a while, I gradually got used to the stimulation on my feet. The uncomfortable feeling gradually eased, and was replaced by an endless stream of sexual pleasure. I screamed in confusion, the sound was so weak but lewd. He suddenly put down my feet, hugged me and wanted to kiss me, I immediately responded to him, sucking the mouth that was just licking my feet.
He hugged my neck, and I held his shoulders. We kissed passionately, constantly changing angles and exchanging saliva. Our tongues intertwined, licking and stirring each other randomly. He kissed so madly, his tongue licked my gums and teeth vigorously, staining every inch of my mouth with his taste. I also kept asking for more, giving up thinking in the passionate kiss, and getting every bit of pleasure from kissing him.
“Miss Abigail, do you like kissing like this?”
“I like it! Woo!~”
“You seem to like kissing a lot?”
“Yes, I like it ... wuuuu ... like ... kiss me ... kiss me ... wuuuu...”
“You like kissing me?”
“I like it~”
“You like to kiss my stinky mouth? ... You like to drink my stinky saliva?”
“I like it, I like it ... woooo ... I like it ... woooo, woooooo...”
The smell of our mixed saliva filled my nasal cavity, like an aphrodisiac. My whole body was shaking. He put his strong hands on the back of my head and pushed me towards him. Our mouths were tightly sucked against each other. I don’t know how long we sucked for, but I suddenly felt myself suffocating.
I felt dizzy and fell backwards. He put me on the bed, rubbed his hands on my body, caressed my whole body through my business uniform, and kissed my face and neck. I heard him say, “I like to kiss you too. You have a beautiful face, a goddess face, a goddess mouth, and you are flirty. Your flirty expression is really invincible.”
I raised my head to respond to his kiss on my neck, and he continued to move down along the deep V neckline of my suit and shirt, and into my cleavage.
I closed my eyes and raised my chest, and he sucked the sweat from my cleavage and felt the skin of my chest with his mouth. Then he lifted my arms, pressed his mouth and nose under my armpits, smelled my fragrance, and then kissed my pubic area through my hip skirt.
He touched my silk legs and then went back to my feet. The pair of silk feet that fascinated him had become a sexual organ, and he stroked them as if he were stroking my crotch. He took off his pants, exposing his penis, and then pressed my feet on it.
My soles wrapped around his penis from both sides, and he moved up and down and rubbed it, and it felt like being fucked vaginally.
I raised my head and screamed “Ahhhhhh”. His penis poked my toes again, making me so excited that I suddenly shot a stream of vaginal fluid.
“I can’t take it anymore~!” I didn’t know what I was yelling, I just felt so comfortable that I was about to die.
He continued to press my left foot on his penis to give him a foot job, and at the same time put my right foot on his face and licked it. I raised my body, supported my elbows on the bed, and looked at him in disbelief.
Soon our eyes met. He played with my feet while looking at my face. I didn’t know what the specific expression on my face was. I only knew that it must have been very coquettish, very lascivious, and very beautiful. It was so beautiful that it fascinated him, so that he showed such a terrifying look.
I watched my right toes being held in his mouth and sucked hard, while my left foot was rubbing against his penis like crazy. The pleasure reached the critical point in an instant, and I had an orgasm. I ejaculated intermittently from my lower body, and I couldn’t control it at all.
The juice spurting out was blocked by my underwear, pantyhose, and the crotch of my jumpsuit, but she kept spurting out from below. I could feel my crotch quickly getting wet, and the juice spread between my legs. The pleasure like incontinence filled my mind.
“Ahh! I can’t take it anymore~!” It was like a tidal wave, fast and fierce, without any warning and unable to resist, I was suddenly brought to orgasm by him.
My muscles tensed up, and I fell backwards, uncontrollably onto the bed. Then convulsions spread throughout my body, and I arched upwards involuntarily. My vagina also squirted, but the urethra squirted before it stopped, and both urethra and urethra began to leak out at the same time, making me feel so comfortable that I felt like I was going to die.
Harold sucked my toes gently while I was cumming, which made me cum longer, and I was grateful for that. When my climax was over, he let me go and let me lie on the bed, waiting for the afterglow of the climax to fade away.
My face must have been red, and the smell of orgasm was wafting out from under my skirt and filling the air. Harold seemed to think that I looked beautiful in my powerless state after orgasm, and he stared at me intently.
He looked down at everything from above, and casually reached out his hands to touch my body, from my face to my breasts to my lower abdomen to my thighs. He then reached his hands between my thighs and reached under my skirt while touching me.
“It’s so hot under your skirt. It’s hot and damp.”
He hugged my silk stocking thighs and kissed and caressed them, rubbing his face on my thighs. He put his mouth and nose under my skirt and smelled the scent inside my skirt.
“That’s so lewd ... mmmm ... Miss Abigail, take off your skirt.”
I arched my back, reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, then pushed it down. Harold came to help me, and we took it off together.
Harold ‘s eyes were as big as bells. He held my skirt and sniffed the inside while looking at my entire lower body.
The sleeveless top under my suit is a one-piece style, just like a one-piece swimsuit, with a crotch like underwear that is tied under my crotch. I wear black stockings inside, and my purple underwear underneath.
Harold unbuttoned my suit and took it off, leaving me in just a sleeveless one-piece top, black stockings, and a set of sexy lingerie.
He looked at my body, quickly lost his mind, and suddenly lowered his head to kiss my raised mons pubis.
“So you’re wearing something so sexy underneath!” he said excitedly, his hands randomly touching my legs, sometimes kissing my vagina and thighs with his mouth, and sometimes putting his mouth and nose into my crotch to breathe.
I was made to twist my body constantly, with my legs bent and straightened, brought together and opened, and my feet rubbing on the bed, as if I was deliberately seducing him.
His hands caressed my inner thighs vigorously, then focused on my vulva, playing with the sensitive areas of my private parts through my clothes. He stroked my clitoris intermittently, and pressed and rubbed my labia and vestibule, and did not miss the perineum and anus.
I felt a little ashamed, but also very surprised. I just felt that he was loving and affectionate to me. Gradually, my soul was drifting, my body and mind were intoxicated, my vaginal sphincter contracted anxiously, my vaginal fluid flowed again and again, and my crotch made a constant rustling sound when he played with it. Then my vagina became empty again, wanting to be penetrated, filled, squeezed, and to be one with a man, to make love as my nature desired.
“I can’t do it anymore.” I said.
His patience seemed to have reached its limit. We both knew each other’s thoughts. He didn’t say anything nonsense. He picked me up horizontally, left the room, and finally put me on a big bed.
I lay on the bed with my hands raised above my head, exposing my armpits, suppressing my sexual desire, waiting for him to pounce on me.
He stripped naked, lay on top of me, grabbed my hand and pressed it down. We intertwined our fingers and kissed hungrily, then he kissed my face, down to my neck, and when I hooked my legs around his waist, he used his hands to touch my thighs hard.
We twisted our bodies and entangled our legs like knots. We didn’t want to separate, but we had to. We took off my one-piece top, and I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, leaving my breasts completely naked in front of him. He stared at my breasts with an unbelievable look, and then suddenly sucked my nipples, making me scream with excitement.
He picked me up and I sat on his hips, raised my chest and hugged his head.
He played with my breasts as he pleased, his hands sometimes kneading my breasts, sometimes touching my back, he kissed my shoulders and collarbones, and licked my entire breasts.
I was so hungry and thirsty that I called him, “No more~”
He pushed me down, ripped open the crotch of my pantyhose, pulled the crotch of my wet panties aside, then held his penis and rubbed the glans against my labia minora.