Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 22
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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
When my mother was crying and soothing my scar with her cold little hands, I knew that the matter was basically settled today.
I still say that, as long as Mom doesn’t tell Dad, I will have time to train Mom until I conquer her. Only after I have completely conquered Mom can I finally feel relieved.
However, my mother was much more difficult to deal with than I thought. Forcing her didn’t work, and a gradual approach didn’t produce much effect either. I was beginning to lose heart.
But when I thought of my mother’s moans and coquettish looks under me, I strengthened my determination. Next, I will exchange my sincerity for sincerity. Although my ultimate goal is to train my mother into my sex slave so that I can play with her at any time, it is true that I love my mother. In this case, I will give my mother an unforgettable love, and then I will start training her after I have really gotten into her mind and made her dependent on me.
Now that the goal is clear, the next step is to finish today’s work.
I hugged my mother and held her delicate body in my arms. Ignoring her struggle, I continued to play the emotional card.
“Mom, I try my best to live because of you. If I leave you or never see you again, I might go back to that organization and live a life where I could die at any time. Or I might choose to end my life. In that case...”
The mother in my arms suddenly stopped struggling and interrupted me: “No, we can’t go there again!”
I continued, “Then don’t do anything stupid, okay? I want to stay with you forever.”
My gloomy tone made my mother hesitate. She knew that if she didn’t change, she would be played by me again sooner or later.
But looking at the scars all over my body, my mother really couldn’t bear to let me leave her again.
I didn’t bother my mother, and let her think about it herself. Under the current circumstances, it would be best for me if my mother could figure it out herself.
My mother just stayed in my arms, touching my scar with her hand. After thinking for a long time, she finally said, “I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to leave you, but ... we can’t do that again. After all, we are mother and son.”
Hearing what my mother said, although it was not a particularly perfect ending, it at least proved that she would never tell my father, which meant that I still had a chance to conquer her.
“Mom, I really love you. I promise you that if you don’t want to, I won’t force you, okay?”
The development to this point is actually pretty good. I can’t push it any further. I’ll just take it one step at a time.
But there was something else I said. What I said was not to force her. If mom is willing, then it’s okay, right?
My mother didn’t think too much about it. When she saw that I agreed, she finally smiled.
“Well, let’s make a deal. If you do that to me again, you’ll never see me again!”
“Yeah, I get it. It’s great to be able to be with mom, yeah.”
After saying that, I took advantage of my mother’s good mood and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.
“You ... didn’t you agree not to do it?”
Only after my little mouth was invaded did my mother react. She covered her little mouth, pointed her finger at me and blamed me.
“Mom, I promise not to force you to do that in the future. I didn’t say anything else. Besides, it’s normal for a son to kiss his mother.”
I looked like a smug villain, and laughed.
“You! You are making up stories, you...”
Before my mother finished speaking, I interrupted her: “Okay, mom, come here, let me show you something.”
I pulled my mother’s tender hand and pointed at it, and without waiting for her to refuse, I took her to the bedroom.
My mother walked to the door of the bedroom. Thinking about how she was toyed with and abused in this room yesterday, she subconsciously resisted entering my bedroom.
“What do you want to do again?”
My mother held the door frame and refused to come into my room no matter what.
I said helplessly: “Don’t worry, Mom, I just promised you, I just want to show you something.”
My mother looked at me suspiciously, and seeing my sincerity, although she still didn’t quite believe it, after thinking about it, she finally followed me into the house.
After entering the house, I walked to the closet, opened it and took out a pair of underwear.
But they were not mine, but my mother’s. They were the black underwear she took out from home on the day I had the car accident.
However, the entire pair of underwear had changed drastically at this time. The originally black surface of the underwear was covered with a thick layer of semen stains, almost dyeing the black underwear white.
I held the underwear in front of my mother and said, “Look, this is your underwear. If it weren’t for this underwear, I might not have been able to hold on in that organization.”
When the mother looked at the underwear in front of her, how could she not recognize that they were hers? At first she was wondering why two pairs of underwear were missing, but after losing her son, the mother did not think too much about it. Now she knows that they were taken away by me.
“It can’t be ... You are such a pervert.”
A traditional mother simply cannot accept the thought of her tight underwear being covered with semen.
“I admit that I’m a pervert, but every time I’m being hunted down or seriously injured, as long as I vent on my mother’s underwear, I will live strong, because there is the smell of my mother on it, and I know my mother is still waiting for me to come home.”
After saying this, my mother fell silent. She suddenly felt that compared to what I had experienced, the things I had done were not so disgusting.
Seeing that my mother didn’t say anything, I took advantage of the situation and walked in front of her, less than 10 centimeters away from her. My mother instinctively stepped back and hit my bed, lost her balance and fell on the bed.
How could I miss such a good opportunity? I followed her and pressed on my mother.
“What are you doing? Get up quickly...”
My mother is really scared now, and she will panic whenever I do anything unusual.
“Nothing, mom, I just want to hug you and kiss you, hehe.”
As I spoke, I lowered my head and kissed my mother’s face, and she hurriedly dodged.
“You promised me not to force me, and you didn’t keep your word.”
My mother was talking as she dodged, but she was unable to get up because I was sitting on her. She could only dodge left and right.
“Mom, I promised not to force you to have sex with me, but I didn’t agree to anything else.”
After saying that, I couldn’t wait to turn my mother’s face and kiss her.
“You are a scoundrel ... um...”
Before my mother finished her words, her delicate pink lips were covered by my big mouth, and the only sounds she could hear were mumbles.