Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 19
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 19 - She slowly rubbed her swollen head, and vaguely saw a figure in the corner of her eyes. When she looked closely, she found that it was a naked boy, and this boy was her own son. The scenes of yesterday finally appeared in the beautiful woman's mind. Although she didn't want to believe it, the fact was right in front of her. She was raped by her son.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“Mom? Mom?”
At the dinner table, I patted my mother’s back and called her.
“Hmm...”
Mom was only slightly better than Dad. She wasn’t completely unconscious, but she only responded to my calls with a symbolic hum, her body motionless.
Looking at my beloved mother, I couldn’t help but move closer to watch her carefully.
It was already summer, and even conservative mothers wore thin pajamas, made of silky satin, as smooth as their skin.
My mother was lying on the table with her head resting on her arms. Her flawless face was facing me. She was still so beautiful, with a rosy little mouth, a high nose, big eyes, and rows of neat and long eyelashes. The few strands of hair on her forehead were slightly messy. Her face was unusually pink due to drunkenness. She looked more beautiful and charming than ever in this posture.
The commanding view from above had no obstruction at all through the collar of her pajamas, allowing a full view of the tall and full breasts. The white bra was just slightly moved towards the middle, revealing a bottomless ravine that made one want to reach out and find out what was going on.
With her body leaning forward and her soft and perky butt exposed, this look of wanting to be picked made me finally want to restrain myself no longer.
I picked up my mother by the waist and walked quickly towards the bedroom. My mother instinctively hugged my neck, her pink lips slightly opened, and her breath was sweet.
The warm breath with a fragrant aroma passed by my ears, sending electric shocks throughout my body.
Mom had no idea how much her unintentional behavior when drunk stimulated me. The thick and swollen cock in her lower body was harder than iron at this moment.
I quickened my pace, taking two steps at a time and rushing into the room, laying my mother’s mature body flat on the bed in my arms.
I turned on the desk lamp used for studying in the room, but the light was not very sufficient, barely illuminating half of the room. However, it was enough, and the light was not glaring, so my mother still fell into a deep sleep.
I climbed onto the bed trembling, and looked at my mother’s peaceful and quiet face as she slept, and I couldn’t help but fall into a daze.
Every inch of my mother’s face is exquisite, impeccable and just right. The legendary Sleeping Beauty is probably like this.
I couldn’t wait to take off all my clothes and my mother’s, exposing that unknown devilish figure to the air.
The white and crystal clear jade feet are like works of art, the calves have elegant curves, the white and tender thighs are attractive, the soft and white buttocks are soft and flat, the waist is slender and flat, the breasts are tall and proud, and the neck is as swan-like.
Every part of it is perfect, and when they are combined together, they create this stunning beauty that even God cannot replicate.
The beautiful face, devilish figure, quiet temperament, and drunken state made my mother look pure and lustful. The strong desire in my body finally rushed into my brain. I took off my clothes in no time and straddled my mother’s delicate body naked.
I didn’t sit on my mother, but supported my elbows on the bed, grabbed a pair of full breasts with my big hands, and kneaded them gently.
It has been exactly half a year since the last time I played with my mother’s body. I didn’t have time to appreciate it last time, but this time I want to have a good time with it.
My mother’s breasts are so beautiful, big, round, firm and white. These few words are enough to highlight the outstandingness of my mother’s breasts.
Even though Anri Okita’s breasts are slightly inferior to her mother’s, they are not out of balance at all. Even when she lies flat on the bed without any external force squeezing her, her two beautiful breasts will not bulge to the sides, but will move closer to the middle, naturally forming a cleavage that is neither too big nor too small.
Unlike some deliberately large breasts in foreign countries, which make people know they are fake at first glance.
It feels soft in the hand. To use a crude metaphor, it is like kneading dough. Then spread a layer of oil on it and it becomes soft and smooth when kneaded.
Above the two huge breasts, stood two pink buds proudly. They were so pink that they didn’t look like those of a married woman at all. The same went for the areolas, which were the purest pink that couldn’t be purer.
I couldn’t help but pinch the two nipples on my fingertips with the thumbs and index fingers of both hands and gently rotate them.
“Hmm ... well...”
The drunk mother murmured unconsciously in her sleep, as if resisting the invasion of her most sensitive nipples.
When I heard my mother’s soft voice like a cat, my eyes turned bloodshot, but I still forced myself to suppress the impulse in my heart, because today I must appreciate every inch of my mother’s body.
But first I had to collect some interest, so I lowered my head and took that pink nipple into my mouth. A sweet scent filled my mouth, and when I got closer, I could even smell the intoxicating mature charm of my mother.
Sometimes I lick it, sometimes I bite it, or sometimes I put the areola in my mouth and suck it.
I grabbed her huge breasts with both hands and kneaded them, feeling the soft touch of her breasts. The breast flesh overflowed from my fingers, proving how hard I was trying.
“Oh ... mmmm ... mmmm ... mmmm...”
The most sensitive part of the body was played with, and even when she was asleep, the mother couldn’t control herself at all. She instinctively kept making sounds like talking in her sleep, and it was unclear whether she was uncomfortable or excited.
The more I played, the more addicted I became. I used both hands to push my mother’s huge breasts towards the middle, forming a deep groove.
Then he buried his whole face in the deep cleavage, desperately sniffing the intoxicating fragrance.
When he was almost out of breath, he raised his head and continued to attack the two little cherries.
After such a long period of teasing, my mother’s two nipples have been fully erected. With a gentle flick of the fingers, the nipples seem to have infinite elasticity and sway back to their original position, no matter how hard I try, just like a naughty and stubborn elf.
I don’t know how long it took, but my mother’s huge breasts were covered with my saliva. I slowly moved down, stuck out my tongue, and licked every inch of my mother’s skin.
My mother’s smooth skin seems to be made of water. Even if you lick it with your tongue for a long time, it won’t feel dry.
Her fair and tender body seemed to have a lubricating effect, allowing me to lick every corner.