Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 40
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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
Although the winter vacation was long, it passed quickly. We drove away from our hometown on the second day after climbing the mountain, thus ending our winter vacation journey.
Speaking of gains, if it were when I was a child, it would definitely be receiving New Year’s money, but this time it was different.
It can be said that human desires are endless. Even if you give me 1 million RMB now, it can’t compare to the excitement brought by training my mother. Although it can’t be considered training now, with my unremitting efforts, I finally took the first step and made my mother, who has never worn high heels, agree to wear high heels.
However, in order to prevent any accidents, I still finished all my winter vacation homework, and on the day of the mountain climbing, I also abided by the agreement and did not threaten my mother in the car. Of course, I certainly did some physical contact...
After I came back, I had been looking for an opportunity, but my mother had been following my father these days and never mentioned what happened that day, as if nothing had happened. As a result, I had never found a good opportunity. Let alone wearing high heels, I couldn’t even vent my anger on my mother.
This is not at my hometown. My father has never been at home all day. He is always out playing with friends.
It’s not like now, where I stay at home all day without going out.
This made me curse my father more than once, asking him to go out and work overtime, preferably for a year or two, and come back after I had trained my mother to be an obedient plaything.
Of course, this is just a thought. In the next few years, I should have been secretly training my mother without telling my father. Doing it openly? It is almost impossible, unless there is some adventure...
I haven’t left the house these days, just to seize any opportunity. My father always tells me that it’s not good to stay at home and I should go out more often, but I always evade the question.
How could he know that my mind was solely focused on his wife’s body.
This situation continued until two days before school started, and I finally got a chance.
I was woken up by the urge to pee early in the morning, so I got up and went to the bathroom. When I walked to my parents’ room, I vaguely heard voices coming from inside.
Driven by curiosity, I stood in front of the door and eavesdropped.
“Honey, let’s do it.”
Judging from the voice, it should be dad’s. I was suddenly a little confused. Why did my dad, who never enjoyed sex, suddenly ask for love from mom?
I couldn’t help but clench my hands tightly, hoping that my mother would not agree, but I also knew that they were the real couple, and if they really wanted to do such a thing, how could I stop them?
“Why did you suddenly think of it?”
My mother didn’t agree immediately, which made me more expectant, hoping that she could find an excuse to get out of it.
“It’s been a long time since we did this. I think there should always be some romance between husband and wife.”
“But David is still at home.”
“It’s okay. He sleeps until noon every day.”
“What if we get discovered?”
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen.”
“How about tonight? I have something else to do later. Eh? Stop making trouble...”
“Very soon...”
“...”
The conversation suddenly stopped, and it was obvious what would happen next.
The mother should be pressed down by the father now...
When I thought of my mother’s soft body being squeezed by my father, an inexplicable irritation suddenly came over me, and I almost couldn’t control myself and rushed in. However, I was suppressed by the remaining trace of rationality.
What’s the point of rushing in now? You can stop it once, but you can’t stop it forever. This is only what I saw, there must be more that I can’t see. After all, they are husband and wife.
what do I do?
My heart suddenly felt a tightness in my throat.
Maybe what I do to my mother is not just playing with her, but also love for her.
If I just used my mother as a tool to vent my sexual desires, maybe it wouldn’t be so painful.
But I also know that I can’t do it at all. Even if my mother really becomes my sex slave and plaything, she is still my lover.
I gritted my teeth and tried hard to stay sane. The most urgent thing now was to find a way to keep Mom away from Dad. At the very least, I had to make her only want to have sex with me and no one else, not even Dad.
But, how to do it?
Kill my dad? That’s definitely not an option. Although it would completely prevent this from happening again, he is my dad after all. I’m not crazy enough to kill him.
Otherwise, I can only conquer my mother completely and make her obey all my orders, including not letting my father touch her again.
However, this path takes too long, and during this period I don’t know how many times my mother, who has become my forbidden love, will be touched by my father.
If all else fails, I can let Dad stay away from Mom for a long time, such as on a long business trip, abroad, etc., but this is only a temporary solution and it is not something I can control.
I thought about it over and over but couldn’t think of any good solution. Nothing worked. For the first time, I felt so useless.
Listening to the heavy breathing in the room, my heart was in a mess.
Shaking my head with a wry smile, I walked back to the house, step by step, and covered my entire body with a thick quilt, leaving no part of me exposed. I just wanted to hide in my own world and calm down.
But the more this happened, the clearer my mother’s seductive look became, and her gentle moans seemed to be right next to my ears. I tried hard to clear these images from my mind, but the more I thought about it, the clearer they became, and I couldn’t get rid of them.
Just when I was tossing and turning and unable to sleep, I suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice.
“Honey, I’m going out first.”
I am very familiar with this voice. Who else could it be but my mother?
Mom is going out?
Aren’t they in love?
How long has it been?
Got three minutes?
What are you going to do now?
It sounds like he’s going out alone.
Countless question marks flashed through my mind, and I wanted to know the answers immediately.
After hesitating for a moment, I couldn’t suppress my curiosity, so I opened the door and walked out.
I saw my mother standing at the door, wearing a pair of jeans, a white jacket, carrying a briefcase, and preparing to put on her shoes.
The squatting movement makes my mother’s perky buttocks even more round, and that perfect peach shape is really something I never get tired of looking at.
My mother turned around when she heard the sound. It was the first time she saw me up so early. I was only wearing a pair of underwear, so she was a little stunned, but she didn’t think much about it. She asked in surprise, “Why are you up so early?”
Looking at my mother’s pretty face, I couldn’t help but think of the scene in my mind just now. The scene of my mother being pressed under someone kept stimulating me.
I didn’t answer and looked towards the bathroom. The light was on at the moment. I knew without thinking that my father must be in there. My mother was about to go out, so...
A crazy idea came to my mind. Under normal circumstances, I might not have taken such a risk. However, I had just been stimulated and my mind was not very clear, so I didn’t care about anything else.
I rushed forward and picked up my mother by the waist in front of her shocked eyes.
“What are you doing? When I get down.”
My mother struggled instinctively, but her whole body was in my arms and she couldn’t keep her balance at all. She could only watch me walk towards the bedroom.
“Shh...”
As I walked, I motioned to my mother to keep quiet. After entering the bedroom, I threw her onto the bed almost roughly, then turned around and prepared to close the door.
Seeing my actions, my mother didn’t care that her body was broken apart from the fall, and quickly climbed down from the bed to stop me.
In order to prevent my mother from running away, I didn’t have time to lock the door. I turned around and gave her a bear hug, pushing her back down on the bed, and then sat directly on her waist, making her unable to move at all.
“Get up quickly and don’t go too far.”
My mother struggled hard for a few times, but couldn’t get free. My hands were pressed tightly on her head and her waist was clamped by my legs. Only her long legs could bounce a few times, but it was of no use.
I didn’t say anything, just looked down at my mother’s eyes.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I just felt very uncomfortable. How could I completely control my mother? How could I watch her being toyed with by others and be helpless?
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