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Chapter 3

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I want to be a good mother... I don't want to let my husband down... But, it's so satisfying...so painful...so unbridled...so beautiful... Adam...my only son...the son I carried for ten months...I really...can't live without him...Yes, I'm not in love with him...I just...can't live without him... Give love to my husband and body to my son?

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest   Mother   Son  

A month passed quickly. During this month, Fiona and I had been flirting with each other after school every day. We had taken advantage of her in every way we could, but we just hadn’t found the opportunity to take the most crucial step.

Under the moonlight, in the grove, two figures hugged each other for a long time, reluctant to separate.

I put my hands on Fiona ‘s buttocks and kneaded them slowly. Fiona did not refuse, but greedily asked me to kiss her. I didn’t know when my cock had stood up and was pressing against her belly.

“Are you in a hurry?” Fiona blushed and whispered in my ear.

Hearing this, my cock jumped again. I really love this straightforward girl. My hands couldn’t help but be more forceful and answered in her ear: “It’s all because you are too tempting.”

“Hmph, pervert.” Fiona ‘s sarcasm sounded more like encouragement to me.

“Fiona, can we go out and have fun this weekend?” I think it’s time.

“Don’t we go out and play every week?” Fiona didn’t understand for a moment.

“Bring your ID card.” I whispered in her ear, and then I couldn’t help but kiss her crystal ears.

Fiona ‘s face turned even redder. After hesitating for a moment, she said,” Adam, I’m a little scared.”

I didn’t expect that she would be afraid sometimes. She was so bold when she confessed. I didn’t want to appear too impatient: “It’s okay, forget it, I’ll wait for you.”

Fiona was silent for a while: “ Adam, do you like me?”

I understand what she is afraid of. I just want her body. After all, I have never said I love her. Oh, I find her more and more lovely. What should I do?

“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” I asked with a smile.

“What’s a lie?” Fiona ‘s body trembled slightly, and she could feel that she was a little nervous.

“The lie is that I have always liked you and will always like you.”

Hearing this, Fiona trembled even more violently, and even her voice was a little unstable, “Then ... what about the truth?”

I hugged her tightly and said seriously, “The truth is, I just had a crush on you before, but in the past month, I feel that I love you more and more. Inexplicably, I feel that I can’t live without you. I don’t know why. Maybe I have been captured by you.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a passionate kiss was imprinted on my lips. I responded with the same passion, and couldn’t help laughing in my heart. Oh, little girl, I can’t control you? Of course, this sentence is indeed 70% true. I do love this girl more and more, but it’s still a little short of saying that I can’t leave her.

After a long while, our lips parted. Fiona still had a smile on her face, but she deliberately asked me fiercely, “Why don’t you dare to make our relationship public?”

Well, I have always asked not to make my relationship with Fiona public. We only sneak together after school. The reason is, of course, because of my mother’s plan. I will not give up my mother just because I am in a relationship. If Fiona ‘s body is attractive to me with a score of 100, then my mother’s body is attractive to me with a score of 150. Friends in high school all know that a score of 100 is not bad, but 150 is the real full score.

It’s not that Fiona ‘s appearance is really that different from my mother’s. The key point is that she is my mother, my gentle, strict mother who exudes charming temptation and is full of taboo pleasure.

“Fiona, I told you, I don’t want you and my family to know. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Once the classmates know, the teachers will know soon, and the parents will know too.”

“If the parents know, they know. I’m not afraid.” Fiona is always so bold in love and hate.

“Let’s wait until next semester, okay? Fiona, my family has its own reasons. Next semester, I will announce to the world that you are my girlfriend.” I have planned for so long, and if I still don’t get my mom by next semester, I’ll be damned.

“Well, I’ll listen to you.”

I like this about Fiona. Although she is usually strong-willed, she never acts unreasonable at critical moments.

The two lingered for a while, and finally Fiona reluctantly separated.

“Then ... I’ll go out first.” Fiona looked at me with eyes that seemed to be able to pull out threads.

“Okay, see you tomorrow.” I waved at her.

She turned around and walked a few steps slowly, then suddenly turned back and smiled at me: “Let’s play together on the weekend.”

I was stunned, and then I immediately responded, “Okay!”

Hey, this little goblin.

Watching her gradually disappearing back, I tried to calm my inner excitement, silently telling myself: Calm down, calm down, there are other things to do today, don’t let the excitement get to your head.

On the way home, I forced myself not to think about the agreement with Fiona, and pondered the second step of my plan. My relationship with my mother became calm again. Although my mother still dressed conservatively at home, she started talking to me and often helped me with my homework. Although she was not good at other subjects, she was very good at English.

After picking up the express at the gate of the community, I opened the door and returned home. It was another day when my father was away on business. Oh, if my father was not on a business trip, I would not have any chance. My father worked so hard, for whom? It was for me and for this family. I felt full of guilt.

“Mom, I’m back.”

“You’re back. Do you want to eat something?” When my mother heard my voice, she walked out of her bedroom. Her two-piece pajamas were buttoned tightly, but they still couldn’t cover her towering breasts.

“I’m not hungry. I’m going to do my homework.” As if I didn’t want to stay with her any longer, I quickly returned to my bedroom.

“Remember to write English first and check it for me when you’re done.” Mom didn’t care, or rather, this was more in line with her wishes.

I locked the door and started to do my homework seriously. Why did I lock the door? Of course, it was just to be mysterious.

I don’t know how long it was before the sound of the doorknob turning woke me up from my maths, disturbing my train of thought. I was a little unhappy. After a moment I remembered, oh, it was my mother.

The bedroom door wasn’t open, so my mother knocked on it: “Open the door.”

I pretended to be panicked and said, “Coming, I’ll be there right away.” After waiting for half a minute, I got up from my seat and opened the door.

Mom walked into the room, looked around, and asked suspiciously, “What are you doing? Why are you locking the door?”

I am the only one who has the key to my bedroom, but I have almost never locked it before.

“Nothing, just doing homework.” I acted as if I didn’t care. Hey, my acting was pretty good.

My mother looked around and didn’t see anything unusual, so she stared at me and asked, “Why did you lock the door?”

I stretched lazily as if on purpose, “Oh, maybe I locked the door by accident.”

Mom didn’t notice anything, so she frowned and asked, “Have you finished your English homework?”

“I’ve finished it.” I handed over the English homework that I had prepared long ago.

After taking my English homework, my mother looked around again and went out. Seeing my mother’s suspicious look, I smiled silently in my heart, the fish was hooked.

After a while, I heard my mother’s voice, suppressing her anger.

“Adam, come out.”

I walked out obediently.

“How come you got such a simple question wrong? Can’t you tell the difference between present simple tense and present continuous tense?” Mom pointed at a question on the homework.

I don’t say anything, so how would I know which questions are easy and which are difficult? Anyway, they are all easy in my eyes.

“This is junior high school knowledge, right? You have a good foundation in junior high school questions? You gave them all back to the teacher? What on earth are you doing?” My mother’s eyebrows were raised and her eyes were glaring. The peak on her chest rose and fell with her anger, which made my heart surge.

After scolding me for a while, and seeing that I didn’t say anything, my mother suppressed her anger and said, “Come here, I’ll explain it to you.”

I sat down next to my mother, breathing in her alluring body fragrance, and the sound of her lecturing passed by my ears.

I slowly moved my thighs closer to my mother’s legs, but my mother was concentrating on her homework and didn’t notice.

“So, what should we choose for this question?” My mother’s voice came from my ear. I glanced at the question my mother pointed at and answered, “Choose B.”

“Right, let’s look at the next question...” Mom seemed particularly patient at this time, analyzing the homework slowly and calmly. After I answered correctly, she would always smile gently, and when I pretended to be puzzled, she would always show a trace of anxiety in her eyes. Every frown and smile was enchanting, and the flowers in her forties were still blooming. Mom’s face, which was happy and angry, made me sink into it. I gently pressed against her body, and I didn’t dare to go too far. Since that day, this was the only warmth between my mother and me every day. I really wanted time to stop at this moment, but the homework would always be finished.

“Okay, don’t make the same mistake again next time.” After explaining the homework, my mother’s mood became better. She praised me and said, “You seem to be quite smart. You can understand things at a glance. Why are your grades so bad?”

“I don’t know either. I just can’t concentrate on learning.” I pretended to be distressed.

My mother glanced at me with her beautiful eyes, and said with some disapproval, “Are you always thinking about all kinds of messed up things in your head?”

I was silent for a moment, then replied in a muffled voice: “No.”

Mom sighed and said, “Go to bed early.” Then she got up and went back to her room.

After I finished the rest of my homework and washed up, I saw that the light in my mother’s room was turned off, so I quietly took another pair of my mother’s shoes, which were a pair of white sneakers and were very clean.

This month I occasionally masturbate with my mother’s shoes, but I didn’t ejaculate in them. I had no choice but to use shoes without stockings and underwear. After all, besides my mother, Fiona also arouses my desire every day, and I can’t resist it.

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