Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 23
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
“Good morning, Mom.”
I stretched and came out of the room. My mother was washing up in the bathroom. I greeted her as usual.
“Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face. Your dad is going to buy breakfast. If you’re late again this month, you’ll be the king of latecomers.”
My mother was holding the skin care products and applying them on her face while speaking.
“It’s because mom takes too long to wash her face every time.”
I curled my lips and said innocently.
“Go away.”
My mother rolled her eyes at me and said coquettishly.
“Hey, Mom, give me a kiss.”
I put on a stern face like a mother and went over without saying anything.
“Stop it, I haven’t finished washing my face yet.”
“It’s okay, I’m not afraid of getting dirty.”
“I’m not dirty, you haven’t brushed your teeth yet, it’s you who is dirty ... um...”
My mother resisted symbolically twice until my mouth pressed against her tender lips, then she stopped struggling and fell obediently into my arms.
I have to say that my decision was relatively correct. In the past month or so, I have asked my mother for a kiss whenever I had the chance. She refused at first, but later she became shy and now she has become accustomed to it.
My mother’s idea is very simple. As long as I don’t push too far and don’t cross the bottom line, she will barely accept kisses and hugs from me.
And I did keep my promise, which made my mother let down her guard. But what she didn’t know was that all this was part of my plan.
How can a normal mother and son cuddle and kiss each other every day? But I did it, because my mother and I have had sex before, and we have had the deepest contact. Why would she care about kissing?
In addition, I deliberately got my mother used to kissing, and now her lips are ready for me to taste.
But this is not enough. Although my mother would occasionally help me masturbate during this period, she no longer gave me oral sex, let alone sex.
I can only vent my sexual desire in my mother’s underwear. My mother knows this too. Every time she finds her clothes covered with thick white semen, she would scold me for being a pervert with a look of shame and anger on her face. However, she can only let me do whatever I want. If she doesn’t let me vent, she is afraid that I will do something out of line.
Alas, the revolution is not yet complete and more work is needed.
The kiss lasted for three minutes, and it really made my mother feel very uncomfortable.
Mom leaned on the sink, breathing heavily.
“You might as well suffocate me to death!” Mom turned around and said angrily.
“Hehe, who made mom’s mouth so sweet, I still want to kiss her.”
As I said this, I pretended to move closer.
“No, let me wash my face quickly, and you can try to be late again.”
My mother was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth and stared at me with her beautiful crescent eyes.
“I’m kidding.”
I walked out of the bathroom in a good mood. Teasing my mother every day, this life is really not bad.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard someone knocking on it. When I opened the door, it was my dad who came back, carrying a few bowls of soy milk, fried dough sticks, buns, and so on.
After my mother finished washing up, I went in to brush my teeth and wash my face. The family sat at the dining table and prepared to eat.
The dining table in our house is a round wooden table with no fixed seating orientation. Of course, I sat next to my mother. My mother gave me a blank look but didn’t say anything.
During this period, I often sat next to my mother when eating. Because of the tablecloth, my father couldn’t see when I put my hands into the tablecloth.
I often pinch my mother’s tender hands or secretly touch her thighs when I have nothing to do, but every time I do this, my mother will pinch me hard and then glare at me fiercely, as if to tell me that I am not allowed to touch my thighs.
This has become a habit, and today is no exception. After we were seated, I naturally pulled my mother’s hand over. My mother didn’t care. After all, it was not the first time she held my hand while eating.
But this time my mother was wrong. It was holding hands, but I held my mother’s hand and moved closer to the position of the penis. The big penis had already stretched out through the zipper of jeans and was standing tall.
Feeling that we were close enough, I slowly opened my mother’s palm, and before she could react, I covered her tender hand and grasped the thick and long cock.
My mother, who was eating, was startled and subconsciously glanced at my father. Seeing that he didn’t notice, she turned to look at me. Her bright big eyes were full of anger, but she didn’t dare to say anything with my father around. She tried hard to open her little hands and break free.
My mother’s slightly cool tender hand held my cock, and the stimulation made it even harder. I held my mother’s small hand tightly, forcing her to stroke it up and down.
When my mother saw that I couldn’t break free, she got so angry that she stomped on my foot under the table.
I guess my mother used all her strength this time, and even I groaned in pain.
“What’s wrong?”
My father, who was having dinner, heard the voice and said to me.
“Ah, it’s okay, it’s just a little hot.”
I quickly found an excuse to get away with it.
“Well, if it’s hot, drink it slowly. Don’t be in a hurry. You won’t be late.”
“OK.”
After dealing with Dad, I turned my attention back to Mom. Just now, when I was talking to Dad, Mom didn’t dare to say a word. It was obvious that Mom was more afraid of being discovered than I was.
This made me bolder, and I grabbed my mother’s hand and started to stroke faster.
Although my mother was unwilling, but after what happened just now, she didn’t dare to have any intense reaction. She could only jerk off for me obediently. On the surface, she was concentrating on eating. If it weren’t for the fact that my mother was holding my cock, I really wouldn’t have been able to tell that my mother was jerking off.
Time passed by little by little. The meal was neither long nor short. Dad finished eating first and stood up to wash up.
Because dad got up and went straight to buy breakfast, he hasn’t brushed his teeth or washed his face yet.
After my dad left, my mom and I were the only ones left in the living room. I didn’t have time to eat. I held my mom’s little hands with both hands and stroked my cock, trying to ejaculate quickly before my dad came out.
“Hmm ... oh ... comfortable ... hmm...”
I closed my eyes, imagining the scene of my mother moaning under me in my mind, and I kept letting out soft moans from my mouth.
My mother had just finished her meal at this time. When she heard my moan, her pretty face turned slightly hot. She felt like I was moaning for her on purpose. She couldn’t help but recall the scene of our lovemaking, and she seemed to be moaning even more lewdly than me.
Thinking of this, my mother didn’t dare to think any further. She patted her blushing face and pinched me.
“Don’t even think about touching me until you shut up!”
My mother’s words interrupted my fantasy. The scene of my mother wearing a maid outfit and kneeling in front of me to lick my testicles instantly became a reality. I was stunned by my mother’s angry expression...
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