Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 32
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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
In the evening, in a hot pot restaurant, my father, mother and I sat in a corner.
This restaurant is the most popular in the area. It has private rooms and a lobby. Those who like to smoke and prefer quietness can go to the private rooms, while those who like a lively atmosphere can go to the lobby.
In addition, the place is packed at mealtime, so there are quite a few people every day.
We originally wanted to sit in the lobby. My father and I don’t smoke, but business was so good that there was no seat in the lobby, so we had to choose a private room.
From the moment we entered the door, people kept looking in our direction, not for anything else but just because of my extremely beautiful mother.
No matter how ordinary the clothes are, they look very beautiful on my mother. A pair of ordinary jeans and a white coat completely cover her perfect figure, but no one would doubt how hot the body hidden under the clothes is.
Her unmade-up face was like that of a fairy, with slightly curled eyelashes, standing tremblingly.
Her charming eyes seemed to be decorated with countless stars, her small nose was like a work of art, and her prominent nose tip was like a white and tender fruit, making people want to taste it.
The most tempting thing is the cherry lips, which are so tempting. The lip petals are relatively thin, and without the decoration of lipstick or lip gloss, they appear crystal clear and delicate like the skin of a newborn baby, giving people the feeling that they will break at the touch.
It goes without saying how seductive the figure beneath the coat is. The huge breasts that are about to burst the clothes are enough to arouse people’s imagination.
Moreover, my mother had just come out of the shower. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and it was extremely smooth, showing her mature woman style.
Where my mother walked, a moisture mixed with fragrance permeated the air for a long time and did not dissipate, purifying the space within a few meters nearby.
I clearly saw some men’s noses sniffing fiercely, and just smelling my mother’s fragrance brought them great enjoyment.
My mother obviously noticed it too, but she was used to it. She walked calmly and gracefully, like an angel who was not tainted by the world, perfect and flawless.
Of course, we have to exclude those prominent dark circles under the eyes...
Last night, I really went above and beyond. I didn’t rest until eight in the morning. My mother was so ravaged by me that she wanted to die.
Finally, my father called and said that he played with his boss too late and went to work directly instead of going home. Only then did I hug my mother and have a good sleep.
But I didn’t sleep well either. I was willing to die of exhaustion with her soft body in my arms. So I played with my mother almost every one or two hours, until my father was about to get off work. I ejaculated 7 or 8 times. Not to mention my mother, her pussy didn’t have a chance to close for a whole day and night, and was always stuffed with my cock. If it weren’t for my mother’s good resilience, it would be a question whether she could walk today.
Ignoring the gazes of a group of lecherous people on the way, we walked into the private room and closed the door, blocking those evil eyes that wanted to see through my mother’s body.
This is a standard quadruple room, with two rooms facing each other. The space is not too big, but it won’t be too crowded even if four people sit in it.
I turned my gaze to my mother, and I began to struggle internally: should I sit next to her and satisfy my urge to masturbate, or sit opposite her and let her give me a foot job?
Of course, I personally prefer to sit next to my mother, because foot job under the table is too dangerous. Dad is not a decoration, his eyes are not blind, and just smelling the exciting body fragrance is an enjoyment.
But how can I sit next to my mother?
Although it is possible to sit directly over there, it always feels a bit abrupt. After all, this is not at home. Normally, my parents sit together and I sit opposite them. It is still very difficult to sit with my mother inadvertently.
I began to rack my brains to think about what I should do to sit with my mother. My father and mother didn’t notice my abnormality and started chatting.
“Wife, why do you have dark circles under your eyes? Didn’t you sleep well last night?”
The father had not observed carefully before, but only when he calmed down did he notice the heavy dark circles under his wife’s eyes.
“Well ... it rained and thundered yesterday, so I didn’t sleep well.”
The mother who was asked suddenly tensed up and without thinking, she found an excuse to get away with it.
She turned her head and looked at me. Seeing that I had no idea what I was thinking and didn’t notice them at all, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, that’s what I thought. Let’s go back to bed early after dinner. I didn’t sleep last night either.”
Dad didn’t care too much. He felt the room was a bit hot and was about to take off his coat. He said, “Let’s see what you want to eat and order something first.”
Seeing that she had gotten away with it, my mother breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around and didn’t see any menu, so she asked, “Why is there no menu?”
When my father heard this, he smiled and said, “There is a QR code on the table. Scan it to order food.”
My mother had never been to this restaurant, and she had never ordered food online, so she didn’t understand much about these things. She seemed a little unworldly, and even she felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, we were all family.
Mom scanned the code and looked at the dazzling array of dishes. She didn’t know what to order for a moment, so she asked, “What do you want to eat?”
Dad is more casual, he is fine with anything he eats, he said: “It’s fine with me, just eat whatever you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. Dad took it out and took a look. It was about work.
“I’ll take a call first and ask David what he wants to eat. Just order a few dishes.”
“oh...”
Dad answered the phone, walked to the balcony of the private room and started chatting.
Mom ordered two dishes and a soup. She didn’t know what to order anymore, so she asked me, “David, what do you want to eat?”
“Um?”
I was just thinking about how to take advantage of my mother when I came to my senses and found that my father was talking on the phone on the balcony with his back to me, and my mother was standing in front of the dining table, gracefully. I was delighted. Isn’t this a good opportunity?
“Let me take a look.”
As I spoke, I walked towards my mother, stood side by side with her, and took out my phone to look at it.
The closer I get, the more I can smell the fragrance on my mother’s body. This scent, which is not specially created by perfume, is so irresistible that the scent alone makes my cock stand up instantly.
I hastily ordered two dishes and returned the phone to Mom. Then I took a step back and stood behind her, in a position where even if Dad turned around he wouldn’t be able to see my movements. My palm slowly reached towards Mom’s buttocks.
Mom was lowering her head to submit the order. Just after she clicked submit, she suddenly felt a hot palm covering her buttocks. Her whole body suddenly tensed up and her mind was confused for a moment. After she reacted, she looked at Dad nervously. Dad was still talking on the phone with his back to us. Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned around and looked at me fiercely, but did not dare to scold me. She could only grab my arm and try to remove the evil claws that were ravaging her buttocks.
Unfortunately, how could I let my mother go having just tasted some sweetness? I grabbed one of her tender buttocks with my big hands and grabbed it hard.
“ah...”
The huge force made my mother scream out in pain. Although she stopped herself in time, my father still noticed it.
The mother thought quickly and looked down at her phone with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
Dad looked at it in confusion, but didn’t find anything unusual, so he turned around and continued to talk on the phone. He didn’t know that his wife’s beautiful buttocks were being rubbed.
Having escaped the danger, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, angrily stretched out two white fingers, pinched the flesh on my arm high, and then turned 180 degrees.
“hiss!”
It is said that women’s secret weapons are crying and pinching. Today I have seen it. This is simply unbearable. I would rather fight with others and get stabbed a few times than this.
But I also became more aggressive. The more my mother pinched me, the harder I pinched her buttocks, and I aimed my index finger at her anus and dug it hard.
“Hmm...”