Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 41
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 41 - 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
“Dad, where’s my mom?”
“Your mother went to school to prepare lessons. Isn’t school about to start?”
“Oh, why didn’t you see her off?”
“I was going to deliver it, but my boss called and asked me to take care of something, so I didn’t go.”
“oh.”
My father didn’t notice anything unusual about my seemingly casual chat but actually tentative behavior. He didn’t even turn his head and kept doing something in front of the computer.
If he could look back, he would definitely see my quilt moving up and down. This kind of movement and frequency would be considered by most people as doing something unspeakable.
But in fact, his wife, my biological mother, was being pressed down on her head by me and forced to perform oral sex under the quilt.
He could never have imagined that the wife he had just cuddled while sleeping was now sucking someone else’s dick less than 2 meters behind him...
After getting the answer I wanted, I didn’t want to continue the conversation and instead concentrated on enjoying my mother’s “service”.
The first time I gave my mother a blowjob while lying on my side, it felt even better than usual.
Because every time my mother sucked my cock, her face would touch her thighs. This special touch constantly stimulated me, as if I was holding my mother’s head and pressing her whole body under my crotch.
A sense of satisfaction ... a sense of conquest ... physical and psychological pleasure...
All kinds of wonderful feelings shuttled through my limbs and bones, and in such a stimulating situation, I felt so good that my scalp numbed for a moment and I almost couldn’t help moaning.
There was no other way, so I had to hold my mother’s head tightly, push my dick as deep as possible, and take short breaks.
Although it is very cool, it has a little flaw: I can’t see my mother’s face.
The perverted pleasure that comes from looking down at that little cherry mouth wrapped around the cock and her big eyes blinking pitifully is also very addictive.
Unlike me, my mother in bed at this moment felt unprecedented discomfort.
The narrow space, the danger of being discovered at any time, the head is like a proud self-esteem, being controlled by others. This kind of aggrieved and desperate experience is something my mother never wants to go through again in her life.
But she had no way out. She had no idea what was going on in the outside world. She didn’t care about moving around and could only push my thigh hard to express her dissatisfaction.
But just because my mom can’t see it doesn’t mean I can’t see it either. My dad still hasn’t noticed anything and is busy fiddling with the computer, giving me the perfect opportunity to humiliate his wife.
While controlling my mother, I enjoyed the pleasure brought by her wet mouth.
After this careful feeling, I discovered that the front part of the glans seemed to touch deeper soft flesh. Could this be my mother’s throat?
How great would it feel if I could thrust all the way in and penetrate my mother’s throat...
I don’t know because I’ve never experienced the pleasure of deep throat, but I really want to try it.
At this time, the penis had almost cooled down, so I held my mother’s head and fucked her pink lips again. But this time, the glans hit her narrow throat again and again.
I was very curious. Whenever I did this before, my mother would struggle hard in pain. But this time, in this situation, what would my mother do?
If I could take this opportunity to taste my mother’s delicious throat, then what happened this morning wouldn’t be so hard to accept.
My mother gradually realized my intention. The glans was always hovering not far from the throat, and she pressed her hand back and forth with a small amplitude, which was completely different from the usual ups and downs. Each time, it was only about 3 centimeters in and out.
And every time he entered, he would go a little deeper. Although not much, the smart mother still smelled the danger.
The hand pushing my thigh became stronger, and every time the glans pressed against my throat and was reluctant to come out, my mother would pinch me hard. I knew without thinking that my mother must be trying hard to control the urge to vomit at this moment, and if she accidentally made a sound, it would be hard to explain.
And that was indeed the case. My mother was wearing a cotton jacket and was feeling hot all over.
Due to lack of oxygen and difficulty breathing in the bed, coupled with the glans hitting her throat from time to time, my mother once felt like she was suffocating.
Irritable, stuffy, depressed...
Various feelings intertwined together and impacted my mother’s psychological defenses. She was so desperate that she wanted to lift the quilt and breathe some fresh air.
But she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want her happy family to be broken up, and she was afraid of being discovered.
The mother didn’t know when she started to have this idea. She was so sad at the beginning that she wanted to commit suicide and explain everything to her husband. But now, she has been bullied by the big cock in her mouth again and again, but she has no intention of confessing anything. It seems that she has become accustomed to this kind of thing and thinks it is part of daily life. Although doing so has indeed improved her son’s studies...
But the development of the situation to this point has completely gone out of my control. Gradually, this kind of thing is no longer under my control, but is controlled by my son.
From masturbation and oral sex in the beginning, and slowly to now being able to play with her body anytime and anywhere, Mom feels like she has fallen into a trap, an abyss of depravity designed specifically for her.
I didn’t know what my mother was thinking at this moment, and I didn’t have the mind to speculate. Feeling her increasingly weak resistance, I thought she had given up, so I took this opportunity to push my glans deeper into her throat little by little.
When the mother came back to her senses, she clearly felt that her throat was broken by a hard object, which was forcibly stretching her throat and slowly entering.
Even though my mother reacted quickly and tried desperately to stop it with her tongue, she was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of that thick cock.
The mother couldn’t bear the strong urge to vomit at all, and finally made a sound.
“vomit...”
An inaudible sound was heard, causing the two people on the bed to freeze instantly, and no one dared to move.
I just held my mother’s head like that without moving. My mother also knew the current situation. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was on the verge of life and death. She was as tense as I was.
One second ... Two seconds...
It wasn’t until nearly ten seconds had passed and my father had been working seriously that I finally let go of my worries.
Fortunately, my mother controlled it in time, and the quilt was very thick, which blocked out a large part of the sound, otherwise my father would definitely have discovered it.
But I didn’t dare to continue. My mother’s throat has not been fully developed and she certainly can’t withstand the insertion of the penis. It seems that I have to find time to train my mother’s deep throat technique.
But although I didn’t dare move anymore, the pleasure made me unable to stop. The glans was only halfway into my throat, but it made me feel like I was being electrocuted.
The unusually soft flesh in my throat squirmed uncontrollably, constantly stimulating me, and the entire penis became harder than ever before, making me reluctant to pull out.
My mother also gradually relaxed. She felt my restlessness and was afraid that I would go deeper. If it happened again, she had no confidence that she could endure it. She quickly grasped the base of the penis with her hand to prevent me from going any further. Only then did she feel safe enough.
Just like that, neither my mother nor I moved anymore. I was reluctant to pull it out, and my mother was afraid that the penis would pierce her throat if she let go. Time passed by in this stalemate.
In fact, my mother’s worries are completely unnecessary. The glans becomes thicker and thicker as it goes back. Even if my mother doesn’t resist, it is not so easy to enter. My mother’s small mouth has been continuously developed by me to adapt to the hugeness of the penis. Deep throat is obviously not something that can be done overnight. If my mother doesn’t want to cooperate, then I will definitely not succeed.
But I also enjoy the current situation. Letting my mother experience the feeling of deep throat in advance will be more helpful for future training.