Fetish: Green Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Because the warehouse had a large iron gate with no glass, I couldn’t see inside at all. There was a small window at the top of the warehouse, but it was too high for me to reach without a ladder.
My breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively pressed my ear against the iron gate, trying to discern any sounds coming from inside.
Perhaps the iron gate was too well sealed. Although I could hear the sounds inside, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I could only occasionally hear my mother’s voice, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying at all.
Who is it?
Who is Mom talking to?
It’s just a little strange that I can only hear my mother’s voice, but I can’t hear anyone else’s voice.
After listening for a while, I still couldn’t make out what my mother was saying, and she wasn’t talking continuously; it was intermittent, and there were no other sounds besides that.
Feeling that it was about time, I quickly stepped back and closed the door again.
Lying in bed, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t calm myself down. It seems I really can’t do anything bad.
After calming down for a long time, I finally quieted down and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day at noon after school, Da Guo and I got together again. I told Da Guo about what happened the night before, and Da Guo couldn’t help but sigh.
“You go study first, I’m going out for a bit, I’ll talk to you again tonight...” Da Guo said to me after a moment of thought, as if he had also realized the seriousness of the matter.
My mother was alone in the warehouse, but she was talking in fits and starts, which was completely inexplicable.
“Here ... this is for you...” When school ended that evening, Da Guo handed me a piece of clay-like material.
“What is this?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“This is putty. When your mother isn’t looking, find a chance to imprint the key to your family’s warehouse on this. Make sure to imprint it on both sides...” Da Guo said with a serious face.
“You want ... to have a key made?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice at this point.
“Keep your voice down, are you trying to get yourself killed ... This is the only way right now...” Da Guo said after quickly glancing around.
We rode our bikes home, but my heart was restless. Using this clay to imprint the key’s mark was the only way at the moment.
When I got home, my mother made me dinner, but this time she didn’t go to the storeroom. Instead, she stayed with me until the end of the meal, and then we started tidying up.
Strange, isn’t Mom going to the warehouse today?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Mom really didn’t go to the warehouse every night; she just went there more often than she didn’t.
Because of past examples, I dared not ask further questions.
After dinner, I did my homework while my mother cleaned up the dishes and did housework in the kitchen.
I took out the clay that Da Guo had given me from my bag. My palms were sweating with nervousness, but driven by curiosity, I became much bolder, especially after eavesdropping last night, which helped me get used to it a bit.
But where did Mom put the key?
The warehouse key wasn’t kept with the house key. Mom usually keeps the house key on the cabinet and only takes it out when she goes out.
Meanwhile, Mom is busy in the kitchen wearing pajamas. Could her key be hidden in her clothes?
My palms were sweating with nervousness. I listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen, but I didn’t dare to move.
If the key is in my mom’s clothes, I need to go to her bedroom, but she’s in the kitchen right now. To get into her bedroom, I have to go through the hallway, and she’ll definitely find me. I’m so nervous that I can’t even finish my homework.
But at this moment, it was truly a stroke of luck. After a while, my mother actually went into the bathroom, and then I heard the sound of her washing clothes.
Although my family lives in a single-story house, it has an indoor bathroom with running water.
Washing clothes should take some time, and the sound of washing clothes can help me cover it up.
At that moment, I don’t know where I got the courage, but I got up, walked down the corridor, and went into my mother’s bedroom.
Fortunately, the door to my mother’s bedroom was open and was always open for ventilation, so there was no noise when I went in.
As soon as I entered my mother’s bedroom, I was greeted by a pleasant fragrance. My mother’s bedroom was very clean, and everything was tidy and organized.
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