A Smothering Mother
Copyright© 2026 by TheNovleist2000
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Melissa sits on her son's face to abort a panic attack.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Humiliation Anal Sex First
The rest of Sunday afternoon, Melissa was busy with housework. She had wasted the weekend away with Junior, and she’d just realised how messy the house was. Dishes piled in the kitchen, the toilet was yet to be scrubbed, and all the takeout boxes in Junior’s room were an eyesore. If only her husband could see the state of the house now, she thought. Then again, would that really matter when his own son was pounding her behind his back?
Anyway, she would have to be the one who cleans up this mess. It had always been difficult to get Junior to do anything and with the power he had over her now, it would be a miracle if he volunteered for anything.
With those thoughts, Melissa entered Junior’s room, one hand holding a trash bag and the other hand tugging her dress down.
“Clean up time,” she announced as she entered, without really looking at him. Even after all the lines they’d crossed together, Melissa still felt shy to face her son and kept her eyes on the floor. But from the corner of her eye, she could see him lying on his bed, scrolling on his phone.
“Maybe, you should put down the phone for a while,” she said, her voice coming out too weak for such a motherly remark. “I ... I mean,” she added. “You’ve got your exams and everything.”
Junior sat up, smirking. “I don’t think girlfriends are really supposed to be worried about the exams of their boyfriends,” he said. He got out of his bed and stepped in front of her. “They should rather be thinking about pleasing their men.”
Melissa couldn’t believe her ears. Her usually timid son was fully leaning into his new role now, and she couldn’t help but find that exciting.
Junior tugged the hem of her dress before slightly lifting it up. “Take it off,” he said.
“Juni ... um ... Josh ... I don’t think we have time for another...” She paused. “um ... you know.”
“You mean, another fuck?” He was caressing her crotch now, the hem of her dress draped around his hand.
Squirming, Melissa hoped he would understand her pleas. After all, the house was a total mess, and she still had to go to work tomorrow. “Josh, please,” she said.
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