Brutal Torture of Son
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The mother thought about how she was plotted against by her own son, how she was cruelly tortured by her own son, how she suffered painfully when she was raped by her own son, how her precious chastity was taken away by her own son, how she was creampied by her own son, how she was subjected to inhuman sexual abuse for refusing to surrender, how she had orgasmed in extreme humiliation from pure rape and perverted abuse.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
The toes of one foot clamped tightly into the sunken coronal sulcus, and the soft skin rubbed the sensitive area. The toes squeezed the connection between the rod and the glans, and the frenulum and urethra were somewhat deformed. The other foot pulled the skin of the rod back and forth, and the foreskin tightly accumulated in the coronal sulcus of the glans was pulled violently.
The corpus cavernosum was compressed tightly, and the friction and squeezing on the glans made me let out a low roar. I increased the strength in my hands further, pinched the glans tightly with my tiger’s mouth, and held the penis tightly, stroking it quickly from the base to the glans.
“Mom, this slutty mother ... her pussy is so slutty ... just a little play can make so much slut juice flow out ... that protruding clitoris ... the tender labia and the pink flesh walls ... the juicy honey hole ... it must be super fun to fuck ... I really want to fuck Mom’s pussy ... even just once ... and maybe after tasting my cock, Mom, who I raped, might surrender to my cock ... I must find a way to get Mom ... train her to be a sex slave ... let me rape her ... ah ... Mom ... this is the cock of my own son ... lick it, oh ... Mom! Lick it quickly Your own son’s cock! “My lower body was extremely swollen and uncomfortable. As I stroked my hot cock towards my sleeping mother, I imagined in my mind a lustful image of my mother licking her own son’s cock in shame and humiliation: my mother’s slender jade hand gently grasped the base of my cock, and her cherry-colored lips, which already had the charm of a mature mother, gently held my cock in her warm mouth, while her slippery tongue kept sliding on my glans, licking the most sensitive areas of my body, and from time to time she moved her mouth in and out to suck, with warm saliva flowing all over my penis...
“Mom, I love you. I want to shoot all my sperm into you. My cock is so swollen ... Mom ... I want you...” I controlled my excitement and rubbed my extremely hot cock: “Ah ... well ... I can’t stand it ... Mom ... you are so beautiful ... I love you, Mom, I love you so much ... You are so beautiful ... I ... I ... I want to shoot my thick sperm in front of you ... Mom ... I want to shoot all my sperm into you ... You must like it too ... Mom...”
“Mom, I want you so much ... I must have you ... I will rape you hard with this cock ... make you submit to this cock ... become my sex slave mom ... be obedient and get pregnant for me...” I kept rubbing my hot and swollen cock. I fantasized about using my hands to wander on mom’s beautiful body, stroking mom’s beautiful legs, hips, waist, pussy or big breasts, making mom moan shyly. Mom, with her pussy juice flowing, blushed with shame, and begged me to play with her protruding clitoris and her engorged labia, and then insert my cock fiercely into mom’s slippery and slutty pussy, violently poking and raping mom’s delicate honey hole, all the way into mom’s uterus, and finally using all my strength to sprint hard, unloading all the semen into mom’s uterus and making mom pregnant.
“Ah ... Mom ... I came ... Oh...” The intense numbness and trembling in the coccyx were transmitted to my brain, and a stream of fishy semen spurted out from my penis and hit the floor. I felt comfortable all over, but also quite regretful: “It would be great if I could shoot all this semen into Mom’s charming womb! Alas...”
“Mom, you’re lucky. I’ll let you go tonight.” I helped my mother put her clothes back on and cleaned up the scene. I packed up my things and made sure nothing was left out. Then I lowered my head and kissed the back of my mother’s silk feet deeply. I couldn’t bear to let go of this pair of beautiful silk feet that brought me so much joy. It was a pity that now was not the best time to play with my mother.
I quietly returned to my room and lay on the bed, thinking secretly, how nice it would be if I could possess my mother’s hot and sexy body. It would be great if my mother agreed to have sex with me, so that she wouldn’t have to stay alone in her room and masturbate every day. What if one day my mother’s lustful body was conquered by someone else and he raped her every day...
No! I must not let others succeed! But my mother is my biological mother after all, and she will definitely not be willing to have sex with me. If I rape my mother first, let her lose her virginity to me, and then slowly train her, with her fiery sexual desire, I may succeed, but as a criminal police officer, she can beat up several older sons without any problem, so how should I start? Yes, just like in AV! Take my mother to a place where few people are, then use drugs to knock her down, let her fall into a deep sleep, then rape her to my heart’s content, and then take a video of raping her to coerce her! Make my mother have to succumb to my penis! Finally, train my mother to be my sex slave!
As I thought about this, I began to fantasize in my mind that one day, the sex slave mother, who was unable to have sex due to pregnancy, would have to help me with a crazy silk stockings foot job to vent my semen on her silk feet and body in order to satisfy the sexual desire of her own son.
While I was having all sorts of wild thoughts and unable to fall asleep, my sleeping mother had a strange dream.
In the dream, my mother was wearing an exaggerated tights that was too tight. A pair of elastic breasts were trying hard to resist the fibers of the fabric, revealing the perfect outline of her breasts: two round and full bulges, and two somewhat firm little beans pushed out two tiny protrusions.
If you look closer, you will find that the fibers have become somewhat untied, as if they are about to burst, and the fabric between the crotch of this tights is even more shameful, with the seams aggressively digging into her crotch, and part of them even sinking into her vulva. The extremely elastic fabric even outlines the shape of her vulva, making her look extremely obscene.
The delicate little hole was stuck to the seam of the shorts. The unprecedented touch made the mother realize for the first time that this shameful part of hers was so sensitive. In addition to shame, all her energy was concentrated on her lower body. Although the two delicate labia were still tightly together, they were unable to resist the invasion of the seam. Instead, she shamelessly bit it. The crotch of the tights pressed on her mons pubis, as if trying to squeeze something out of it, and her vagina seemed ready to surrender. It was a little damp, a bit like sweat and a bit like obscene fluid.
Just when she was feeling extremely shy, a pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from behind her and grabbed her huge breasts tightly. She was about to fight back, but found that she had no strength at all. The strong hands suddenly grabbed her mother’s legs, picked her up sideways, and threw her towards the bed.
My mother wanted to scream but found that she couldn’t make any sound. Her body fell awkwardly on the mattress, and her entire thighs and private parts were exposed under the light!
(No! Who are you?)
Mom tried hard to see the other person’s appearance clearly, but she couldn’t see it clearly. Soon the other person pounced on Mom and pressed her down tightly. Then he stretched out his hands to grab Mom’s slender ankles. Her feet were held by the other person. Mom reluctantly stretched out her hands to push them away, but she had no strength at all. Instead, the other person took off Mom’s high heels.
Then, Mom felt her legs being spread apart, and a pair of hands touched her waist, pulled the edge of her stockings, and slowly slid down along her buttocks. They were actually taking off her transparent stockings...
(Go away ... I’m a policeman ... Don’t... )
Mom shook her head weakly, and reached down to her lower body with her hands in a daze, trying to stop the hands from taking off her stockings, but the other party pushed her hands away without hesitation. Soon, Mom’s pair of snow-white and slender legs were completely exposed, her crystal skin shone with luster, and her nakedness teased the other party’s sight...
(No ... No ... Who are you...?)
Mom wanted to resist, but she couldn’t muster any strength. Soon, she felt a slight warmth coming from her face, and a smooth touch spread to her lips, sliding lightly.
In a trance, the mother realized that it was the other person who was kissing her. She tried her best to press tightly against the other person’s chest and opened her hazy eyes wide to see the face of the person in her dream clearly.
(Hmm ... you ... you look so familiar ... yes ... you look like my husband ... yes ... you look like my husband... )
The mother, who had relaxed, opened her mouth slightly and responded with a little enthusiasm and shyness. The man who kissed the mother had plump and smooth lips. Seeing the mother’s initiative, the man also responded to the mother enthusiastically. The hot and wet tongue pried open the mother’s teeth and slid into the mother’s mouth. The mother purred comfortably, and her mind was immersed in this game that seemed real and illusory.
The lips of the dream man who looked like her husband slid from her mother’s lips, wandered over her nose, eyes, cheeks, chin, and finally stopped on her collarbone, licking it wantonly.
The surging pleasure in the body was unbearable all of a sudden. The collarbone is the mother’s sensitive point. As the pleasure came in waves, the mother could no longer care about anything else and let out a muffled groan.
Then the man in the dream climbed onto my mother. My mother felt a darkness in front of her eyes. She barely opened her eyes a crack, and the other person’s face was pressed against my mother’s face.
(No ... that’s not right ... this young face ... looks more like ... a son?!)
The mother looked carefully at the other person’s young face, and the more she looked, the more it resembled ... no, that was exactly the face of her biological son!
(No! No! We are biological mother and son ... Not even in a dream!)
The mother struggled in panic, but found that her body was completely out of control.
(Yes ... it must be a wet dream ... it’s because of the strong sexual desire with nowhere to vent ... I just need to vent it once ... yes ... masturbation ... that’s it ... masturbation will do... )
My mother stretched out one hand with difficulty to rub her plump, half-naked breasts, and pressed the other hand on the bulge under her belly. Her two beautiful legs were tightly clamped together and twisted, and she twisted and turned on the bed with sweat all over her body.
The biological son in the dream really stopped moving and stared at his mother blankly.
(It works ... yes ... that’s it... )
My mother adjusted her breathing, then used the index and middle fingers of her left hand to separate the tender and beautiful pink labia, and completely opened out the pink and moist labia, the bright red protruding clitoris, and the slightly opened vaginal opening that was already flowing with juice.
Taking a deep breath, my mother bent her waist slightly, put her right index finger, middle finger and ring finger together, and began to use these three fingers to caress, scratch and knead the completely exposed flesh under her crotch.
My mother gritted her teeth and held back her shame. She rubbed her sensitive and protruding nipples with one hand, and skillfully fiddled with her engorged clitoris and labia minora with the other hand, soon producing a large amount of clear and slippery vaginal fluid.
(Since this is just a dream ... why not just ... indulge yourself for once... )
Mom simply relaxed her body and mind, and her movements became more and more relaxed. As her vaginal fluid increased, she began to indulge herself.
Not only did the mother increase the speed and intensity of playing with her nipples and vagina, she also smeared the love fluid secreted from her vagina on her breasts, nipples, and lower abdomen from time to time, and even dipped her fingers directly into it, put them in her mouth to suck and taste, while fantasizing about the taste of having sex with her husband.
After a while, my mother opened her mouth and tried to scream but no sound came out. Then her legs shook wildly, her body suddenly thrust forward, and then she collapsed weakly, with a dazed and lost look in her eyes...
At this moment, the biological son who had been standing motionless in the dream suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed his mother’s huge breasts!
(Eh ... ah ... ah ... ah?)
The mother didn’t expect that after masturbating in her dream, she would be attacked by her son in her dream. The mother opened her mouth in shock and wanted to scream, but found that no sound was made.
According to common sense, the mother should have pushed her son away immediately, but the mother in the dream found that she could no longer move her limbs.
(Strange ... I was able to move just now ... This dream is so weird ... Um ... Son ... Um ... Don’t ... You can’t ... You can’t touch Mom’s breasts ... Ha... )
My mother, who had just reached orgasm, only felt that she became more sensitive. Soon she became confused and aroused. The base of her ears almost turned pink, and her skin became hot due to the turbulent sexual desire.
( ... bad son ... you really can’t touch mom’s breasts ... not even in your dreams... )
Perhaps in response to his mother’s obsession, the son in the dream actually took his hands away from his mother’s pair of plump breasts.
(Yes ... this is what mommy does ... you can’t do this even in dreams ... we are biological mother and son ... my dear son... )
The mother’s whole body couldn’t stop trembling slightly, and from time to time she let out a painful groan from her nose. But when she saw her son in his dream looking at her with the innocence of a child on his face, she was suddenly tormented by a strong sense of shame.
(So, Mom, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want your son to rub it for you again?)
The son in the dream smiled and nodded, giving his mother a very obedient smile.
(ah?)
Mom was stunned for a moment. Why could they suddenly have a conversation?
The son in the dream had a filial expression on his face.
(Just now I saw my mother was in great pain, humming softly.)”
The son in the dream looked at his mother with pure and innocent eyes, without a trace of evil desire, looking like a filial son.
(It turns out that the son in my dream ... wanted to give me a massage ... so he touched my breasts ... and my legs ... and helped me take off my shoes and socks... )
At this moment, the mother suddenly realized and thought to herself.
(What on earth did I do ... I actually thought it was a wet dream ... I even shamelessly performed masturbation for my son in the dream ... It was so embarrassing ... Fortunately it was a dream ... Otherwise I would have hit my head against a wall and died... )
(Mom, you seem to be still uncomfortable. Let me give you some massages.)
The son in the dream had a shy smile on his face.
(No ... No ... You can’t touch my mother’s breasts... )
The mother shyly tried to cover her breasts, but her arms would not obey her.
(But son, didn’t I touch you many times when I was sucking your breast milk when I was little? And now I am just massaging you. Son, I am just being filial... )
The son in the dream continued to look at his mother with a smile.
(No means no ... How can a mother be naked in front of her son ... It’s so embarrassing... )
My mother’s pretty face showed even more shame.
(Isn’t mom wearing underwear?)
The son in the dream asked doubtfully.
Mom looked down and saw that she was suddenly wearing her underwear.
(Oh ... Is that so ... I’m still in a dream ... Well ... well then ... anyway ... it’s still a dream ... I can’t let my filial son down ... I’ll ... let him do it... )
As if responding to his mother, the son in the dream began to reach out his hand to his mother. Two shy blushes immediately appeared on his mother’s pretty face, and her pink lips moved.
Mom simply closed her beautiful eyes and lay quietly, like a sleeping angel, emitting a noble and elegant temperament. Her fair and beautiful cheeks had a hint of shy charm, eyes as bright as autumn water, a straight nose, a small mouth as pink and tender as a petal, and each of her delicate facial features was perfect.
My mother’s soft hair was tied up, her delicate chin was raised at an angle of pride and confidence, her snow-white neck was as swan-like, and the fair collarbone below it could be said to be carved by God himself. Her protruding and plump breasts, if her private parts were exposed, would destroy her pure and elegant appearance at the moment, like a lotus emerging from the water.
(Then start the massage. First, help mom massage her shoulders to get used to it.)
The son in the dream stretched out his hands and placed them on his mother’s round and smooth shoulders.
(Hmm ... OK ... Heh... )
As soon as the son’s hands touched his mother’s smooth skin, his mother’s delicate body couldn’t help but tremble, but his son’s movements were proper, so his mother felt relieved.
(It’s not a wet dream after all ... Alice ... you’re just too sensitive ... why would you have such a dream ... could it be because of the massage you received from your son during the day?)
Mom just felt peaceful and comfortable in her heart.
(Mom, does my son feel comfortable with the massage?)
After a set of shoulder massage movements, the son in the dream asked.
(fine... )
Mom responded.
(Then son, I will start massaging your mother’s breasts... )
The son in the dream suddenly said.
(Okay ... ah ... no ... I can’t press my breasts ... ah... )
The moment the mother said the word “OK”, the son in the dream began to try to take off his mother’s bra.
(Ah ... No... )
The mother was in a trance and had no strength. Her hands were grabbed by her son in his dream and held together, and pressed above her head. Another hand reached behind her, pinched the two small buckles of her bra, and gently tightened and loosened them. The restraint on her chest was suddenly relieved a lot.
As my mother’s bra was slowly pushed up, her pair of white and jade-like nipples jumped out, the cherries stood upright, and the pink areola attracted the unknown person in front of them.
(No ... don’t watch this! My son, don’t watch this!)
My mother’s pretty face immediately turned red.
(Isn’t mom wearing nipple covers?)
The son in the dream wondered.
(Fortunately ... my shameful parts are not exposed ... wait ... why do you have to press my breasts... )
The mother looked down and saw that there was indeed a nipple cover on each of her private nipples. However, it was too embarrassing to have her breasts massaged by her own son in a dream, so the mother couldn’t help but ask.
(Of course you should massage your breasts regularly ... otherwise you will get breast cancer... )
The son in the dream explained.
(Is ... is that so? ... Well ... well ... it’s just a dream... )
My mother blushed and thought about something, and actually agreed and put down her arms.
A pair of plump, white, huge, exquisite jade breasts, upright and full, inverted on the mother’s chest, towering, round, full, delicate and smooth. The curves and the shimmering oil on the delicate white breast flesh are fascinating. The breast stickers on the jade breasts are small, and a circle of light pink areola is faintly overflowing. Especially after losing the restraint and shaping of the underwear, the two soft breasts still squeeze out a deep cleavage, which is very tempting.
The breasts that she cherished so much were exposed for the first time to a man other than her husband, and that was her own son. Although it was a dream, the mother’s fair and beautiful face was covered with two blushes that lasted for a long time, making her look charming and attractive.
(Then the breast massage will begin... )
The son in the dream still had no expression on his face.
(Um... )
My mother uttered a very shy “hmm”. My heart was beating like a deer in my chest and I couldn’t help but hold on tight.
Just when the mother was nervous and shy, the son in the dream reached out his hand. He did not directly climb up the mother’s two tall, curved, snow-white and delicate breasts. Instead, he first placed his hands on both sides of the mother’s waist and ribs, and gently pushed the skin around the side breasts with his palms.
The mother’s muscles were tense all over her body, but when her son’s hands pressed, squeezed, pushed and lifted the area around her auxiliary breast, the tension in her heart was quickly replaced by the comfort brought by her son’s skillful technique. Her wide-open eyes closed unconsciously, and her tense muscles relaxed. She enjoyed the massage of her son’s warm hands wandering around the edge of her chest.
But soon, my mother felt her chest getting hotter and hotter, and it felt like a flame was burning in her chest. Her sensitive and tender nipples even felt like countless ants were biting them. It was not an itchy feeling, but an indescribable discomfort.
The mother couldn’t help but open her eyes and look at her chest, and saw her own son’s big hands, stroking and moving quickly back and forth on her snow-white, smooth and delicate skin. Her own son was stroking her body, and the mother pursed her pink lips tightly, and her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she felt extremely ashamed.
Then the son’s left and right hands slowly stroked the mother’s seductive and exquisite big breasts. The mother’s eyes immediately widened, watching her son’s hands easily hold the mother’s elastic big breasts in his palms.
(Ah ... this ... how did this ... come to me... )
My mother’s half-naked body trembled, she let out a soft cry, and her heart was extremely panicked.
(Did you hurt me? ... It’s my son’s fault ... It’s just that my breast is a little blocked ... It’s a little hard when I press it ... That’s why I press harder... )
Just when the mother was feeling extremely shy, the son in the dream suddenly said shyly.
(Is that so? But ... a mother and son massaging like this ... even if it’s in a dream ... it’s not good... )
The mother wanted to refuse shyly, but her son’s hot and powerful hands still firmly grasped her two plump and white breasts. His hot palms were pressed against her breasts, and the blush on her pretty face suddenly spread to her neck.
(I am your biological son ... I must love and protect you ... Don’t think too much ... I am your son and I am being filial... )
The son in the dream continued to rub his mother’s plump, soft and elastic breasts.
(Is that so? ... So that’s how it is ... He is such a good son to his mother ... He is so filial even in his dreams... )
The mother’s pretty face flushed with shame as she thought about all sorts of things, but her dry mouth suddenly swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva. The kneading of her son just now actually gave her a shameful pleasure!
(My son’s hand ... feels so good ... No ... this is my son showing his filial piety... )
Mom’s face was red, and her eyes were misty. Just when she wanted to stop early, the hot hand on her chest began to move. Her son’s hot palms and fingers slid across her delicate and sensitive breasts, making her tremble. She bit her soft and rosy lips tightly, and was too nervous to speak.
The mother even felt that under the massage of her breasts by her son’s hot hands, her nipples hidden under the breast stickers actually stood up quietly against her will, and the small bulges of her engorged nipples could be clearly seen against the breast stickers.
(My breasts are swollen ... I feel wet down there ... How could I be in heat for my own son in my dream ... Could it really be because ... I have been alone for too long ... After all, my husband has never satisfied me in all these years ... Even when I am most horny ... I just use my fingers to masturbate... )
Mom was embarrassed to find that her pussy seemed a little wet!
The mother could not help but raise her little hand to cover her private parts, but as soon as she raised it, she remembered that her every move would be seen by her son in his dream, so she changed her position and covered her cherry lips with her delicate hands.
(This ... can’t go on like this ... something bad will happen... )
Just when the mother mustered up the courage to call a stop, her son’s hands in the dream, which felt like hot needles, moved from her breasts to her nipples.
(Oops! No ... You can’t press this!)
My mother protested with her pretty face flushed, and her remaining rationality told her that the nipples were beyond the range of massage.
(The mother’s milk is blocking here ... If you don’t squeeze it out, the breast will become inflamed... )
The smile of her son in the dream became blurred in her mother’s eyes.
(No ... stop talking nonsense! Mommy ... weaned me many years ago! No ... don’t pinch me! This is not a massage ... let go!)
The mother struggled to raise her hand to push her son’s hand away, but her arm was sore and weak, and her blushing face began to show an angry expression.
(Of course this is a massage ... a massage technique to help mothers unclog their breasts... )
In the dream, the corners of the son’s mouth began to rise, and he pinched his mother’s nipple with his thumb and index finger, constantly changing positions and starting to squeeze milk.
The mother, who was unable to move, began to gain a layer of red on her fair skin. Her two tender and soft breasts became firm and swollen, and her two small and sensitive nipples were swollen due to the teasing of her son’s hands.
The mother bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning. Her breasts had already felt quite comfortable from the massage. Soon after her son began to milk her, electric-like sexual pleasure hit her nipples from deep within her uterus, and heat was released from her nipples.
(Mom ... look ... my milk is flowing... )
The son in the dream reminded the shy mother, and when she looked down, she discovered that her milk was actually flowing out. She was stunned.
(This is ... how could this happen ... why is milk flowing out ... the feeling of milk flowing out ... is so comfortable ... it’s just like ... a breast orgasm ... oh yeah ... this is a dream ... within a dream ... why did it turn out to be such a strange dream... )
The wonderful feeling made the mother so comfortable that she closed her eyes. With the skillful squeezing of the masseur, the milk flowed out from just a few drops.
The son in the dream increased his strength, and the milk gushed out in streams, splashing his mother’s body.
(My son’s technique is amazing. I’ve never felt this comfortable when milk is squeezed out of my breasts. The milk is like a fountain. It feels so good. This massage is like a caress. I wish my husband could do this too.)
Mom slowly raised her head, her whole body trembling, and unconsciously, her two legs in stockings began to rub against each other, it was really, really comfortable, and her sensitive and tender pussy had already flowed out crystal clear love juice. However, because Mom’s attention was all on her breasts, she didn’t notice that the love juice had soaked a small area in the middle of her panties.
The wet mark of love juice is not very big, but it can completely expose the mother’s slightly raised vulva. The two labia majora are half-open, plump, tender and fresh, with two pink petals in the middle to form a long slit of flesh. When the son squeezes the mother’s nipples with both hands, the mother’s pink slit of flesh hidden under the underwear is like a pair of pink and tender cherry lips, opening and closing slightly as the nipples are squeezed.
(Mom, son, I need to use a little more force to squeeze out the remaining milk... )
The son in the dream whispered to his mother.
(good... )
My mother’s big breasts were squirting milk comfortably, and she felt so good that she temporarily forgot about shame and closed her beautiful eyes, feeling the comfort.
(Mom, I’ll do my best... )
After saying that, the son in the dream squeezed his mother’s breasts with a little more force. His mother’s elastic, soft and delicate snow-white breasts were held and squeezed by his son. The shy and lovely mother let out a breath from her misty cherry lips.
At this moment, the son in the dream suddenly lowered his head, took his mother’s upright and blooming pink nipple into his mouth, and then sucked the milk.
“Ah...” Feeling the electric shock-like pleasure coming from her breasts again, Mom felt the warmth of spring on her nipples, and her body became even hotter.