Training Sex Slave Mother
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 51
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 51 - 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
The weather is gradually warming up, and it has been a month since my mother wore high heels for the first time.
During this period, whenever my mother and I were alone at home, I would use all means to get her to wear high heels to practice.
It was the same today. After school on Friday, I returned home with my mom. My dad had to go out to have dinner with his colleagues, so he came back late.
My mother and I had a simple dinner and started today’s practice. However, the progress was really touching...
Sitting on the sofa, I watched my mother walking back and forth in high heels in front of me. Although she was much better than at the beginning and no longer needed my support, her speed was not much faster than that of a child who had just learned to walk.
I couldn’t help but complain, “Mom, I finally realized that you are not gifted at all, you just have big breasts and no brains.”
“Go away, you are the one with big breasts and no brains.”
Sure enough, my mother became unhappy when she heard this and gave me a harsh look.
“I also said that you have learned how to wear high heels, and it will be so cool to stand and watch from behind in the future.”
Speaking of this, I couldn’t help but fantasize, and my sly smile made my mother frown.
“Isn’t that why you forced me to wear high heels? Humph, I won’t practice anymore!”
Finished!
I let it slip accidentally.
I wanted to slap myself. Even though this was what I really thought in my heart, I definitely couldn’t say it in front of my mother.
I worked so hard practicing wearing high heels, only to find out in the end it was to make me feel more pleasure when having sex. It would be strange if my mom wasn’t angry.
“No, no, I was just joking.”
Looking at my angrily angry mother sitting next to me, I quickly apologized.
My mother crossed her arms, looked at me, and then turned her head away. Her meaning was very clear, she just didn’t want to pay attention to me, just like a bullied young wife.
I leaned closer to my mother, put my arm around her shoulders, gently stroked her thigh with my other hand, and said with a smile, “I asked you to learn this because I want you to get more attention. If you wear this on the street, every man will turn around to look at you. You will be so proud then.”
“And just based on your natural beauty, you look like a fairy from heaven, a natural beauty, this ... well ... anyway, you are so beautiful, and with a pair of high heels, you will surely charm a lot of men on the street.”
Apparently, my flattery had some effect. My mother’s anger instantly dissipated a lot, but she still pretended to be very angry and patted my hand: “Don’t touch me.”
Seeing that I took my hands away obediently, my mother continued, “Then tell me, I am so beautiful, can I still charm a lot of men without wearing high heels?”
“Uh ... it seems so.”
My mother’s words left me speechless. I said no, that’s definitely not possible. I said yes, but it doesn’t seem to be a good answer either. I hesitated for a long time but couldn’t come up with a good answer.
“Then why am I wearing it?”
“Besides, we agreed from the beginning that we would only wear it once, and this is how many times I’ve worn it.”
Well, I thought mom had forgotten it, but who knew she remembered it so clearly.
“How about this, Mom? I won’t practice anymore. From now on, I’ll only wear it when we’re in love, okay?”
Anyway, with my mom’s progress like this, I don’t know how long it will take for her to fully master it, so I don’t count on it anymore.
“Go, who is in love with you?”
When my mother heard me say that she didn’t need to practice anymore, she was obviously in a much better mood. I guess she was extremely reluctant every time she was forced to practice before.
I smiled and kissed my mother, then I hugged her mature and beautiful body and watched TV, enjoying the short and warm moment.
But after a while I couldn’t help it anymore. Holding the ripe body in my arms, how could I not feel anything at my age full of vigor and vitality?
I hugged my mother and slowly adjusted our positions. Gradually, we lay side by side, and I hugged my mother from behind.
At first, my mother didn’t notice anything until she felt a hot cock pressing against her buttocks.
My mother pinched my waist in shame and anger and said: “Why are you not being honest again? Doing it every day is not enough.”
I endured the pain in my waist, climbed up my mother’s big breasts with both hands and kneaded them randomly, and said in a childish voice: “Who makes my mother so charming? I am happy to do it for a day.”
After saying that, he slightly thrust his lower body and slowly thrust it between my mother’s legs.
Although my mother was wearing pajamas and a pair of underwear underneath, this little obstruction could not prevent the transmission of the scorching heat from my cock. After countless times of sexual training from me, my mother reacted almost instantly, and her cute vagina gradually became wet.
“Hey, stop it, your dad will be back soon.”
Mom also knows that if she lets things continue like this, one day they will be out of her control.
Although I have now reached the point where she will give in if I act a little too forceful, at least I have not lost myself. If I continue like this, my mother will still be able to accept it in her heart.
Of course, this is also an illusion I deliberately created. Wouldn’t it be better to conquer my mother step by step?
Besides, I haven’t enjoyed my mother’s half-hearted state enough, so I didn’t think about speeding up the training progress.
“But what if I can’t help it?”
I lifted my body upwards so that the cock would stick more closely to the pussy, meaning that I wanted my mom to feel that the cock was already thirsty for it.
“I’m really tired, so I’ll just watch TV for a while.”
The temperature of the big cock between her legs made my mother gasp, and she turned back and spoke softly.
Although I don’t know if it’s true or not, looking at my mother’s appearance, I really can’t bear to do it. But the inflated desire cannot be extinguished just like that.
“Then I’ll just move like this for a while, okay?”
After saying that, he started thrusting between my mother’s legs.
At this point, the mother knew that she couldn’t stop it, so she could only tell him, “Then don’t touch me, and don’t take off my underwear, do you hear me?”
When I heard what my mother said, I felt like laughing. It seemed that she could hold back if I didn’t take off her underwear.
“I heard it, I heard it. I will definitely not move.”
While saying this, I had already put my arm around my mother’s neck, letting her rest her head on my arm. I crossed my arms and climbed up to her full breasts. I started to rub them through her pajamas.
My mother felt a little awkward being held so tightly in my arms. This was obviously something only couples would do. Her current posture was as if she was nestling obediently in her boyfriend’s arms.
“Be gentle ... I can’t breathe.”
My mother pushed me with her hand, but when she turned her head and saw that I had closed my eyes and was completely immersed in the enjoyment, she knew that she could no longer stop me.
never mind...
Just hug me...
I stuck my butt out to let him do that...
Anyway, I’m wearing my underwear and pajamas, so if he wants to do something wrong, I can find out in time...
My mother looked at me with a resentful look, gave up struggling, and turned to watch TV.
It wasn’t a big deal at first, and my mother thought that as long as she had “no distracting thoughts” she would be able to hold it in. But as time went by, my mother realized how wrong she was.
I don’t know when, the man behind me had put his hands into my bra and was playing with my proud breasts without any hesitation.
Those hands seemed to have magical powers. No matter how hard or roughly they used, they did not cause him much pain. The slightest bit of pain he felt was swallowed up by the more comfortable feeling.
This is not the most fatal thing. The thick cock that is forced between her legs is thrusting in and out of her vagina. Even though there are two layers of cloth in between, she can still feel its amazing hardness and heat.
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