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Training Sex Slave Mother

Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen

Chapter 20

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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  

My mother was trying hard to see the person in front of her clearly, while I was admiring her carefully.

My mother’s pupils are a light pink, which gives people a charming feeling, which is completely inconsistent with her conservative personality.

The eyelashes are thick and long like windshield wipers, and they look very neat and beautiful.

The nose is small and high.

The small mouth is even more tempting. The lips without lipstick are extremely gorgeous, crystal clear and tender as if water is about to drip out.

“you...”

After an unknown amount of time, my mother spoke. She still couldn’t see the man in front of her clearly. She just felt that he was very familiar, but also different from her husband who she lived with day and night. My mother wanted to ask, but was blocked after she said just one word.

“Hmm ... Hmm...”

I was admiring my mother’s red lips when I saw her open her mouth, and I kissed her without thinking.

My mother instinctively began to resist, frowning and pushing me hard with both hands.

But this resistance was just an act. She had no strength at all. The alcohol had already corroded her whole body and her body was completely out of control.

To me, this seems a bit like playing it half-heartedly.

I easily broke through my mother’s defense, put my tongue deep into her mouth, looking for the sweet tongue hiding inside, and sucked it tirelessly.

“Hmm ... mmmm ... mm...”

It seemed as if there was infinite sweet juice in my mother’s mouth, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never suck it all away.

My mother pushed me a few times but found that she couldn’t move me. Plus, she was too drunk, so she simply gave up resisting and closed her eyes and obediently endured my invasion.

The soft and fragrant tongue was like a naughty little fish, swimming around in my mother’s mouth, so slippery that I couldn’t catch it at all.

In desperation, I could only suck my mother’s tongue into my mouth and taste it greedily.

Very fragrant ... very sweet...

My mother’s tongue was like honey, and I licked it tirelessly.

Her well-behaved appearance made me gradually crazy. I wished I could swallow my mother’s sweet tongue into my stomach. The fierce kiss made our teeth collide constantly, making a clicking sound.

I licked every inch of my mother’s mouth as much as possible, including her white teeth, and violated her like crazy.

After trying hard to sober up for a long time without success, my mother gradually let herself go under the stimulation of alcohol. She hugged my back and responded to my kiss, and even took the initiative to put her cute pink tongue into my mouth for me to taste.

My mother’s actions were like a fuse, fueling my already uncontrollable desire even more vigorously until it completely erupted.

I put one hand under my mother’s neck, hugged her head and continued to kiss her madly, her nose, eyes, earlobes, and cheeks. I kissed my mother’s beautiful face madly.

The other hand grabbed the cock that had been unable to be restrained for a long time and pressed it against the still moist entrance of the vagina. With just a slight push, he could enter the mysterious garden that he had been longing for.

Feeling the hot and hard object at the entrance of her vagina, my mother, who was originally in a passionate kiss, seemed to regain some senses. She turned her head to get rid of my kiss, breathing rapidly.

I thought my mother had come to her senses, but I was still thinking that if she didn’t obey, I would rape her again without hesitation.

But my mother’s arms were still tightly around me, which made me a little confused, and I wanted to see what she was going to do.

But then, my mother’s words destroyed all my rationality. Even if my father was right next to me, I would execute my mother on the spot.

“Husband~ ... I want...”

boom!!!

At this moment, my brain went completely blank as if I had been electrocuted.

husband!

My mom calls me husband!!!

I know that my mother was so drunk that she mistook me for my father.

But who can know how happy it is to have the person you love the most but cannot get call you husband.

Even if this was not what my mother really meant, even if it was just a thoughtless remark made by a drunken person, it doesn’t matter to me. Now I am surrounded by great joy, trembling with excitement.

Now I finally understand why some people like hypnosis, because even if you know everything is fake, the result is good.

How many people spend their entire lives just to achieve a desired outcome?

If doing something according to the rules is extremely difficult, or even impossible, then why not choose to try it by any means necessary, even if the process goes against your conscience, even if it is just self-deception, but so what?

I just know that the final result is what I want, and that alone is enough.

Looking at the mother under me, with her fragrant breath and unparalleled beauty, if I could get such a beautiful lady, I would be willing to make the whole world my enemy.

“Yes ... husband~ ... I want...”

My mother’s sweet voice came again, soft, seductive, and charming like a hungry vixen.

The mother didn’t know what was wrong with her. Is it true that alcohol can increase a person’s sexual desire to the extreme?

If it’s not true, why do I desire it so much?

Who is the man on top of me?

My head hurts, my eyes feel heavy, and I can’t see clearly.

But it feels so familiar. It must be my husband who is by my side at this time, right?

It’s so annoying. I’ve said such embarrassing words, but why is he still in a daze?

I should take the initiative myself. As we are an old married couple, he won’t laugh at me.

But it doesn’t matter, he must be very drunk and he might not remember anything tomorrow.

The mother, who had ‘figured it out’, no longer hesitated. She lifted her long, smooth legs and tightly wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, ready to let the man ravage her body.

“Fuck, if I can endure this, am I still a man?”

My mother’s actions finally completed my transformation, and I was completely transformed into a lustful wolf.

The thick penis, which had already been aimed at the entrance of the vagina, was inserted into the wet and warm vagina without any hesitation.

“Ah~ ... mm~”

The sudden stimulation made my mother moan softly, but such a huge cock did not bring much pain, because the pussy wrapped around the big cock had already been flooded with wetness, and the swollen feeling of the pussy was also swallowed up by the huge satisfaction, leaving only a strong desire.

The stimulation of alcohol and the desire after the physical orgasm alternately swept through every nerve of my mother, making her whole body covered with a layer of pink in excitement, giving people an unreal and hazy feeling.

Without any hesitation, I held up my mother’s slender waist and fucked her pussy madly. I put all my strength into it from the beginning, vowing to make the vixen under me completely surrender.

“Ahh ... um ... good ... um ... great...”

The long-lost sex instantly ignited my mother’s spirit, rushing through her alcohol-eaten brain without any hindrance, making her lose herself in endless carnal desires.

Even though the mother has realized that this extremely hot and huge cock is not her husband’s, she is completely dazed and unable to think at all. She is dominated by desire and hugs the man in front of her with all her strength.

Her beautiful breasts, which she was so proud of, were pressed hard against the man’s chest, and she was unwilling to let go even though they were squeezed to the point of being deformed.

I was not much better than my mother. My rationality was completely gone. I kissed my mother’s pretty face and earlobes madly, venting all my longing for the past six months, and ravaging the beautiful mother under me like a storm.

“Ah ... husband ... mmmm ... husband ... ha...”

 
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