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Training Sex Slave Mother

Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen

Chapter 8

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 following days, I restrained myself a lot. In addition to my daily routine, I added one more thing: taking medicine on time.

In order to avoid any sequelae, I temporarily shifted my focus away from my mother, took medicine and exercised every day, and strived to recover as soon as possible.

My “honest” behavior during this period made my mother completely relax. She thought that her words that night had worked and made me repent.

Dad always thought that I bumped into something by accident and he kept caring about me from time to time. It seemed that Mom found an excuse to fool Dad so that I didn’t have to explain.

A month of peaceful days passed. During this period, through regular exercise, healthy diet, and a month of medication, I have fully recovered.

After a month, although my muscles don’t feel particularly explosive, the lines are very symmetrical and more manly.

I don’t know what medicine the doctor prescribed, but my penis is stronger than before. There is no obvious change in the thickness because it is already thick enough. The length has increased by 1 cm than before, but the most obvious change is the hardness. Now as long as I get an erection and am particularly excited, it is definitely as hard as a steel pipe.

4 cm thick and nearly 18 cm long, making my cock big enough to surprise all women.

After leaving the hospital, I felt more relaxed than ever before. The haze of the past month was swept away. The result of the last check-up was very good and there was no problem at all.

When I arrived at school, it was the last class of the afternoon, which was my mother’s class.

The weather in December has gradually turned cooler, but my mother is still wearing a black professional suit, which is in line with her meticulous teaching style. Although the school does not have a clear regulation that teachers must wear formal attire, my mother has always been strict with herself.

My classmates at school all knew that the beautiful teacher Kayla was my mother. They were all very envious of me. Some other teachers even tried to please me, which made my life very comfortable.

Seeing me come in, my mother nodded at me and continued teaching.

My “law-abiding” behavior over the past month has made my mother less wary of me.

I guess he has almost forgotten the humiliation he suffered before.

But my mind was not on my mother before. Now that everything is fine, it’s time to ask for some interest from my mother.

The class passed quickly and it was time to go home. Today it was our group’s turn to clean the classroom.

Since my father came to pick us up every day, my mother always went with me. After class, my mother continued to organize the lesson plans at the desk in the classroom and waited for me to finish cleaning.

During this time, my father called and my mother said that I was cleaning and would be out in a while. My father hung up the phone and continued to wait outside the school.

It took me 20 minutes to finish cleaning. My mother had also finished her work. She said goodbye to other classmates and went back to the office with me.

There are four desks in my mother’s office, indicating that there are four teachers. My mother’s desk is at the last one, against the wall.

There are four tables on one side, and on the other side there is an aisle of more than one meter, which is enough for use.

My mother’s desk is very big, nearly two meters long.

Since it is the last seat, I can see every move of the three teachers in front of me. Unless I look back, I cannot see the back.

This is a good position. Looking at my mother sitting at the desk organizing documents, I can’t help but imagine that it is me sitting on the chair, and my mother is kneeling under the desk, giving me a blowjob under the eyes of three teachers. This feeling must be so good.

But now I can only think about it. I still have a long way to go before I can get my reserved mother to do such a thing.

Mom put her lesson plan on the desk.

I looked around and found that there were no other teachers except me and my mother, and the office door was closed. I was delighted, thinking this was a good opportunity!

My mother got ready and stood up to go home. She walked past me and saw that I was motionless. She asked curiously, “What’s wrong? Let’s go.”

I looked very sad and sat down on my mother’s chair.

“The results of the reexamination came out today.”

When my mother heard my slightly hoarse voice, her heart skipped a beat.

“What was the result?”

“The doctor said that although the skin injury has healed, the vas deferens has not yet fully healed...”

After saying that, I lowered my head and looked very aggrieved, but in fact I was very nervous, waiting for my mother’s next words.

“What’s the meaning?”

My mother obviously doesn’t know much about this. Although she is a teacher, she has hardly ever come into contact with this kind of thing.

“It’s just that I might not be able to ejaculate.”

“Ah ... weren’t all the previous examinations fine?”

My mother was a little surprised. She couldn’t understand why the condition got worse this time when the previous examinations were all good.

“I don’t know either. The doctor said we need to verify it. If I can ejaculate normally, then I’m completely cured. If not...”

My sad look made my mother a little panicked.

“Then you yourself...”

“I tried, Mom, but I just couldn’t ejaculate. I want ... I want Mom to help me...”

I interrupted my mother, lowered my head and pretended to be aggrieved.

“...”

My mother stopped talking and I felt very panicked. What should I do?

Seeing that my mother was silent, I continued, “Mom, didn’t you say last time that you would help me as much as possible?”

Seeing that I didn’t seem to be lying, my mother was struggling violently inside.

Time passed little by little. The days are short in winter and it was getting dark.

My husband is still waiting outside...

How about helping him?

Just using your hands shouldn’t touch your bottom line, right?

“Well ... okay, I’ll help you when we get home.”

Although my mother is not very willing yet, this is the only way she can do in order to resolve the issue as soon as possible.

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