Making Mother My Lover
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 1: Mother Makes an Entrance
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Mother Makes an Entrance - "Tap, tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the corridor of the teaching building, crisp and resonant. As the footsteps drew closer, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride. Moments later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black professional suit and skirt entered the office. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, dark hair elegantly pinned up at the back...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery School Western Workplace Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Rough Spanking Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Food Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student
“Tap, tap, tap, tap...”
The crisp, sharp sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the school hallway. As the footsteps drew nearer, my heart pounded faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride.
A moment later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black office suit and skirt entered the room. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, jet-black hair pinned up at the back. Her slender, almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the outer corners, were paired with delicate willow-leaf brows, a charming nose, and lips the color of red bean paste. Her bright eyes held a deep, sharp gleam, radiating the unique sensual charm of a mature woman.
She carried a Prada handbag and wore a fitted blazer with a deep V-neck, revealing a white blouse underneath. Her waist was slender, her chest full and rounded. Below, she wore a black straight skirt, flesh-toned stockings, and black pointed-toe stilettos. Her hips were perky, and her legs were shapely and long, exuding the intellect and efficiency of a professional woman.
Her name was Zheng Yiyun, and she was ... my mother.
With a frosty expression, Mom walked straight toward me as soon as she entered the room. Without a word, she swung her handbag and aimed it right at my head.
I quickly ducked and raised my arms to shield myself. The homeroom teacher hurriedly stepped between us, trying to mediate. “Mrs. Ling, Mrs. Ling, please calm down, don’t be angry...”
Reaching over the teacher’s shoulder, Mom kept hitting me with her bag. It didn’t hurt much, but it was terrifying.
It seemed Mom was truly furious.
...
An hour later, sitting in the car, Mom gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically. She didn’t say a word, but the oppressive atmosphere only made me more nervous.
After holding back for what felt like forever, I finally couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out, “Hey, your car ... it was just washed, right? It smells nice, just like you.”
Mom didn’t respond, just glanced sideways at me with an expressionless face. I forced an awkward smile and lowered my head. “Mom, I’m sorry, I really am.”
Mom immediately denied it. “No, no, no, you’re not wrong. I’m the one who’s wrong. As a mother, I shouldn’t have given birth to you in the first place. I should’ve gritted my teeth and gotten rid of you.”
I grinned cheekily. “Well, you might’ve gotten rid of my older brother or sister instead, and I’d just be your younger sister.”
Mom frowned. “What nonsense are you talking about? Tell me, what were you and that little girl Lu Yiyi doing hiding in the storage room?”
I hung my head and mumbled, “Nothing, really. We were playing hide-and-seek, and we just happened to hide in the same spot.”
“Ling Xiaodong, you sure know how to spin a tale. You’re both in your final year of high school, and you’re still playing hide-and-seek? Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Well, believe it or not,” I muttered.
“What?”
“I mean, isn’t retro trendy these days? You went disco dancing with Auntie Rong not too long ago, didn’t you?”
“Retro my foot.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re a department manager, after all. Shouldn’t you watch your language?”
“Watch my language? I’m showing restraint by not slapping you across the face.” Mom let out a long sigh, rubbing her forehead wearily. “Why did I have to give birth to something like you? You’re going to be the death of me.”
I tilted my body and rested my head on her arm, grinning cheekily as I sang, “Only a mother is the best in the world, a child with a mother is like a treasure. Once I nestle into my mother’s embrace, I turn into a silly goose.”
Mom gave me a hard smack on the head and pushed me upright. She stared at me with a stern expression, and I stared back. After holding it in for a while, she suddenly burst out laughing but quickly composed herself, scolding me sharply, “You’re never serious, always fooling around. What kind of attitude is that?”
“How am I not serious? I’m being perfectly serious. Look at the severe gender imbalance nowadays—so many older single men can’t find a partner. Uncle Liu from the building next door is almost forty and still single. If I start dating now, I might even get married right after high school, and you could be holding your grandchild before I even finish college. Just think—you could be a grandma in your forties, enjoying the joys of family life. Ask your friends if they’re jealous.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Mom covered her face and shook her head gently. “The more you talk, the scarier it gets. If you keep going, I’ll be collecting my pension and dancing in the square with the other old folks in the neighborhood.”
“Hey, that doesn’t sound so bad. You could drag Dad along, haul a boombox over there, crank the volume all the way up, and become the square dance queen, the elderly disco diva. Come on, draw a dragon on the left, and on your right, draw a rainbow. Come on, draw a rainbow on the left, and on your right, draw another dragon.” I sang while waving my arms around.
Mom gave me a sidelong glance for a long moment before muttering, “I really should give you a good spanking.”
The car started and turned down a couple of streets. I noticed we weren’t heading home and asked, “This isn’t the way home. Where are we going?”
“Beibei’s school is on break today. We’re picking her up.”
“She still needs picking up? She’s old enough to get home on her own.”
Mom turned and glared at me. “And how old are you, still calling your parents to school? You have the nerve to criticize others.”
“I’m the eldest son of the family, destined to inherit the family business. I require your undivided attention and effort. As for her, the second child, just let her roam free.”
Mom snapped, “If you keep chattering nonsense, I’ll kick you out of the car and make you walk home!”
I quickly shut my mouth and turned my head away.
After a long silence, my curiosity got the better of me. I cautiously turned back and asked, “Mom, why aren’t you talking much today? Why aren’t you scolding me like you usually do?”
“What, you feel uncomfortable if I don’t scold you?”
“Not exactly, it’s just ... I’m a little curious. Usually, if I make even a small mistake, you’d say, ‘Ling Xiaodong, are you itching for a spanking? Ling Xiaodong, do you want a beating? Ling Xiaodong, turn your butt around!’”
Mom’s eyebrows shot up. “Ling Xiaodong, do you want a beating? Let me tell you, I’m already annoyed. There’s a pile of things at work, and you’re still causing trouble. Do you think my life is too easy?”
“Well, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. Maybe I can offer some advice and help ease your worries.”
“The biggest help you can give me is to shut up and stop talking.”
“See, see? You get worked up so easily. Anyone would think you’re hitting menopause early.”
Mom honked the horn twice in frustration, probably making the car ahead think they’d encountered a road rage incident, as it quickly swerved aside.
Mom wouldn’t let me speak anymore, but after a while, she couldn’t help asking, “Tell me the truth—did you and Lu Yiyi actually ... do it?”
“Do what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You think I don’t know about those magazines hidden under your bed?”
“No, I’m still a kid. Don’t look at us innocent boys and girls through your adult, desire-filled eyes.”
“Then what did you mean earlier when you said I might become a grandma soon?”
“I was just joking with you. How could someone as young and sexy as you become a grandma?”
“Stop with the flattery. I’m warning you—if you dare to get someone pregnant, I’ll make sure you disappear.”
“Come on, how could that happen? We’re not kids anymore. We take all the necessary precautions. Unless we bought counterfeit products, there’s no way anything would go wrong.”
Mom froze for a moment, then turned to glare at me. I realized I’d let something slip and slapped my mouth a few times, panicking. “Mom, that’s not fair—you tricked me into saying that!”
“What did I trick you into? You were the one blabbering on and on.”
“Fine, I won’t say another word. I’ll be mute, okay?”
I wanted to drop the subject, but Mom wasn’t having it. It was like she’d found my weak spot, and she pressed on, “What did you mean just now? Did you and Lu Yiyi ... do it?”
I covered my mouth and turned away, refusing to speak.
Mom grabbed my shoulder and shook me hard. “Talk! Don’t pretend to be mute!”
I pointed ahead. “Watch the road! You’re driving. If you don’t follow traffic rules, the police will give you a ticket.”
“Tell me clearly—what did you mean? Did you and Lu Yiyi ... do it?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Happy now?” I snapped, sitting up straight. “What else do you want to hear? Want me to give you all the details?”
Mom was caught off guard by my question. She stared blankly for a long moment before slapping me on the head in frustration. “You think you’re in the right? You think you’ve brought honor to the Ling family? You’re in your senior year of high school, about to take the college entrance exams. Instead of focusing on your studies, you’re spending all your time thinking about this stuff. How can your grades possibly be good?”
“My grades are fine. I’m always in the top ten in my class.”
“Well ... if you put in a little more effort, you could be in the top ten in your grade.”
“But I asked you before if you were against me dating, and you said you weren’t.”
“I ... I wasn’t against it, but I didn’t mean for you to ... do it so soon.”
“You didn’t say that earlier. Now the rice is cooked—what do you want me to do about it?”
“Oh, so it’s all my fault now?”
“Well, you don’t have to blame yourself.” I grinned foolishly.
“You little jerk!” Mom started cursing in anger.
“Well, you’re the jerk’s mom.” When it comes to arguing, I’ve never been afraid of anyone, including Mom. Unfortunately...
Mom slapped the back of my head again.
Rubbing the sore spot, I protested, “Every time you can’t win an argument, you resort to hitting. That’s just blatant hegemony and imperialism.”
“I’m your mother, so I can be a hegemonist, I can be an imperialist, so what? When I start calling you ‘Dad,’ then you can be a hegemonist toward me too.” She glanced at me, saw me rolling my eyes, and said, “Not convinced, huh? No allowance for you this month.”
“Convinced, convinced, convinced,” I quickly nodded with a forced smile, then changed the subject. “Oh! I just noticed, did you ... did you ... wash your face this morning? Am I right? Just tell me, am I right?”
“Nonsense, who doesn’t wash their face in the morning?”