Fetish: Green Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
This person is my mother, Fang Fei. As her name suggests, she is very gentle and always has a faint smile on her face.
From childhood to adulthood, she has always taken great care of me, rarely got angry with me, and never hit me. The few times she did get angry were only because of my mistakes in my studies.
My mother takes very good care of me. I can say that apart from studying, I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m practically waited on hand and foot. It is precisely because of this that I am not very independent.
My mother stood up from the dining table. Although she was wearing an apron, it couldn’t hide her tall and voluptuous figure. My mother is 168 cm tall, a little taller than me.
I am only 165 cm tall now, and I have been weak since I was a child. I was often sick when I was young, and it is no exaggeration to say that I am a walking pharmacy.
Even a minor cold or fever can take several days to heal; medication doesn’t seem to help at all, and I have to get IV drips and nebulizers.
It is precisely for this reason that my mother takes very meticulous and thoughtful care of me.
“You eat first, and I’ll come and clean up after I’m done with my work. After you finish eating, go do your homework...” As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother took off her apron and said to me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I couldn’t help but ask my mother.
“I had already eaten before you came back...” After saying that, Mom got up and went out through the back door of the house, then disappeared into the warehouse.
“Sigh...” I couldn’t help but sigh. I really didn’t know what my mother was doing. Why did she have to keep it from me like this?
Actually, I’ve thought about it too. Is my mother doing something illegal or criminal?
I even wondered if my mother was ... was doing something shady?
Every time I think about this possibility, I feel like slapping myself, but if I don’t think about it this way, I can’t explain why my mother is covering for me.
Most importantly, my mother doesn’t go out to work; she just stays at home all day, yet our family’s financial situation is gradually improving. I don’t know where my mother’s money comes from, and it’s not convenient for me to ask.
Although my mother came from a rural background, she was definitely not bad-looking; she could absolutely be considered beautiful. Her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Matsushita Saeko from Japanese AV—quiet and beautiful.
Her clothing was conservative but not revealing, yet very appropriate. She always liked to wear light-colored clothes, especially white ones, but she always managed to keep them very clean.
When we lived in the countryside, my mother’s skin was a bit dark because she often did farm work. But after we moved to the city, her skin changed dramatically and became very fair.
Compared to when she lived in the countryside, she looks so much younger now.
Although my mother is 35 years old, there would be people who would believe she is under 30.
After finishing my homework, I lay in bed unable to fall asleep for a long time. The dining table hadn’t been cleared yet, which I normally had plenty of time to do.
But my mother never allows me to tidy up. No matter how late she is busy, she is the one who tidies up.
At that moment, I couldn’t help but get up and look at the back of the house; the small window of the warehouse was still lit.
I’ve been preoccupied with something these past few days, so I’ve been going to bed later than usual. I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was woken up by some soft noises. I opened my eyes and heard the soft clinking of dishes outside. It seemed that my mother had finished her chores and was cleaning up the house.
My mother was noticeably cautious in her movements, afraid of waking me.
I couldn’t help but pick up my phone watch and glance at the time. It was already past midnight. I wondered what my mother was doing so late.
“Da Guo, I need to talk to you...” On the second day at noon, after having lunch in the cafeteria, I went to the playground and said to Da Guo.
“What happened...” Da Guo asked me, holding a basketball in his hand.
“Nothing much, just wanted to chat...” There were quite a few people on the court at the time, so I didn’t say it outright.
“Okay, you take my place...” After hearing my words, Da Guo said to another person wearing a jersey, and then walked over to my side.
“What’s wrong, bro? Did someone bully you?” Da Guo asked me while wiping his sweat.
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