Fetish: Green Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This story is about how a single-parent child discovers his fetish and unknowingly opened a pandora's box of excitement and guilt. The choices that led to a road to no return.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Rough Spanking Cream Pie Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Size Teacher/Student
Children raised in single-parent families often differ from children from intact families.
Because they cannot enjoy complete paternal or maternal love, they are often sensitive or have low self-esteem, and are more isolated than their peers. This may lead to a timid personality and ultimately an imperfect life.
However, some children raised in single-parent families are independent, very strong, and have their own opinions.
In conclusion, children from single-parent families often exhibit two extremes in personality. This depends on the type of person their single father or mother is, how they raise their child, and how they help the child develop and mature.
My name is Fu Haiyang, I am 14 years old, and I am currently in the second year of junior high school.
I am a child who grew up in a single-parent family. Children from single-parent families tend to fall into two extremes, and I belong to the former: I am timid and cowardly.
This is mainly because my mother has protected me since I was a child and never let me suffer any grievances. Calling me a mama’s boy is not an exaggeration.
My father passed away unexpectedly when I was eleven years old. Unlike the kind of death caused by a work injury, he was in an accident while driving his motorcycle. He hadn’t bought any insurance before his death, so he didn’t leave anything for my mother and me except for a cheap brick house in the countryside.
After my father died, my mother and I depended on each other for survival.
After I graduated from elementary school, my mother sold our brick house for a pittance and moved with me to the county.
Because I needed to attend a junior high school in the county, my mother simply came to accompany me.
My mother’s name is Fang Fei. She is thirty-five years old this year. Although she comes from a rural area, she is naturally beautiful.
Her marriage to my father was simply an arranged marriage, not the kind of love-before-marriage that happens in modern society.
But when his father passed away, his mother was still heartbroken for a long time.
Fortunately, my mother is very strong. After my father died, she raised me alone, supported my education, and took care of me.
Although many people approached my mother to introduce her to new partners, she refused them all, using me as an excuse.
I was young and didn’t understand much back then, but I still hoped my mother wouldn’t remarry, simply because I didn’t want a stranger to suddenly appear in our family.
That’s just my personality. I can talk about anything with people I know well, but I’m very reluctant to communicate with strangers I don’t know.
At school, I had excellent grades, but I was too introverted and spent most of my time studying alone.
Fortunately, I am very talented and intelligent in my studies. I can excel without spending too much time studying, which is probably a gift from God.
As for my father, my impression of him is very bland. He was a kind and honest man, but he drank a lot. When the accident happened, he had drunk too much. If he hadn’t been drinking, he wouldn’t have lost his life.
After my mother took me to the city, she rented a bungalow with two bedrooms on the east and west sides, and then a kitchen. The toilet was a kind of latrine like those in the countryside.
However, after we moved to the city, I noticed something strange. I didn’t know what my mother did for a living, but our family’s living conditions were improving little by little.
When my mother first arrived in the county, she worked at a pharmacy as a sales clerk and learned some medicine and medical knowledge.
My mother quit her job after earning a little money because her work hours were irregular and she couldn’t take care of me.
After that, Mom started doing this “mysterious” job.
Behind this bungalow was a small warehouse. The door to the warehouse was mostly locked from the inside, and my mother would often go into the warehouse after I fell asleep and work there until very late.
Because I attend classes every day and only go home in the evening, and since the school is quite far from my home, I eat lunch at the school cafeteria.
So I don’t know exactly what my mother does during the day.
On Saturdays and Sundays, my mother would be busy in the warehouse for a long time. She would only come out to cook for me at noon and in the evening. After eating, she would go back into the warehouse to work.
Almost every two or three days, a courier will come to pick up some packages of various sizes.
Beforehand, Mom would move the items out of the warehouse. When the courier arrived, he would simply check, scan the code, and affix the tag before taking the package away.