I Got Mom in Inheritance
Copyright© 2026 by A.L
Chapter 14: Mom’s Invitation
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14: Mom’s Invitation - Ethan Brooks is a Southridge High senior, six-one, basketball hero of a normal afternoon—until the teacher hands him a phone and the world tilts. His father is in a car accident. At City General, Ava waits outside the ER: black hair, wet eyes, the soft weight of a mother leaning on her son because she has nowhere else to put the fear. The doctor’s line is short. We tried our best....
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Hairy
Just as the son was thinking about it, there was a commotion in the distance.
“(⊙o⊙) Wow, my king!”
“What a restoration! The little sister is so beautiful!” he muttered, eyes never leaving her face.
“My king is as beautiful as a painting, Altria! ~~~~ (broken voice)” she breathed, almost smiling.
“Little sister, so cool, I want to give birth to a baby for you!” he breathed, almost smiling.
“Excellent! This is the most exciting cosplayer I have seen in the past two years, I want to take a photo with you!” she said, tongue barely visible between her teeth.
...
Could it be that the son looked for the sound, and in the noisy crowd, the one walking towards him was his mother who just said she was going to the restroom. Her eyes softened, then darted away like she’d been caught.
Wow! It’s my king, I knew my mother’s cosplay of my king must be very beautiful!
However, something seems wrong. The mother did not play the heroic armored Saber in her son’s impression, but the dress Saber!!!
The mother’s beautiful blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail with a blue bow scarf. The white dress wrapped her huge breasts, and her snow-white chest and a large beautiful back were exposed to everyone’s eyes, which made people fantasize. The blue bow belt around her waist outlined the mother’s slender waist, and the white stockings and long gloves on her hands showed her elegance. The 80D white stockings on her slender calves under the skirt, combined with the white high heels, made the mother’s figure more upright.
The most fascinating thing is the mother’s beautiful and cold face and Altria’s iconic ahoge on her head, the restoration degree is simply off the charts!!!
The mother walked up to her son who was stunned, smiled and waved her hand: “Is this the Altria you mentioned? How is it? Is she pretty, Master?” The moment the mother smiled, her originally cold face instantly became bright and charming, intoxicating.
“Wow, she looks so good when she smiles! I want to ejaculate on her face! Oh~ those big tits and sexy legs in white stockings, I want to have sex with her!” The otaku next to her had a disgusting fantasy.
Upon hearing this, the son hugged his mother’s waist and said as if to claim sovereignty: “My mother is the most beautiful, come, let the master kiss her well.” After that, he kissed the beautiful mother’s delicate red lips. Her tongue pressed the inside of her cheek; the small move gave her away.
The son’s sudden passionate kiss made the mother blush instantly under the attention of everyone. Sure enough, she still couldn’t adapt to the exposure training!
The son’s skilled kissing skills also moved the mother, and the two kissed passionately in the crowded venue.
“Damn, she actually has a master, I also want to have a Cosplay lady slave!!!” she said softly.
“Little brother, look at her!”
“Go away, you powder monster!” she breathed, almost smiling.
“Security, where is the security?” he said, rough around the edges.
...
The commotion on the side woke up the mother and son, and the son took his mother’s hand and walked quickly to the next venue.
The two later visited several venues one after another, but both underestimated the charm of the beautiful mother. People kept coming up to take photos and check in, interrupting their sightseeing plans.
The two finally found a seat to sit down and have lunch, and a figure rushed out from the side: “Hello, little sister, can I take a photo with you? I came here from Harbor City to play.” The tip of her tongue wet her lower lip before she spoke.
Yeah, Harbor City. Damn—Ryan!” Ethan looked up and found his best friend standing there.
“Hey, Ethan. Wait ... the little sister is—Aunt Ava?!” Ryan looked closer and almost choked.
Up close, the cosplay hit him harder than any poster. Ava’s Altria dress clung to a body built for sin: heavy, round breasts pushing the white fabric into a deep soft valley; a waist so slim the blue ribbon looked painted on; hips flaring out under the short skirt in a thick, erotic curve that made Ryan’s mouth go dry. White stockings traced long, smooth legs. The collar at her throat—Ethan’s mark—sat right above that staggering cleavage like a dare.
Ryan’s eyes dragged, slow and stupid, from her face to her chest to the sway of her hips when she shifted. Heat punched low in his gut. This wasn’t “Auntie” in his head anymore. This was the hottest mature body he’d ever seen—claimed, collared, and standing an arm’s length away.
“Why didn’t you invite me?” Ryan punched Ethan’s shoulder, half joking, half jealous. His laugh came out rough. “You really get a slave girl this stacked and forget your brother, huh?”
Ethan smiled, helpless, and pulled Ava tighter into his side so her breast pressed his ribs. “It was a last-minute trip. Don’t cry about it.”
The three of them took a few photos. Ryan kept “adjusting” the angle—always finding a reason to stand where he could see the side swell of Ava’s chest, the soft bounce when she laughed, the way the dress rode high when she leaned in for the shot. Ever since Ethan said he’d inherited his mother as a slave girl, Ryan hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Now the thought had a body. A busty, curved, living body that smelled faintly of perfume and warm skin.
“Smile, Auntie,” Ryan said, too soft. Ava smiled for the camera. The motion lifted her breasts. Ryan’s thumb slipped on the shutter.
When it was past three, the three of them were tired enough to head back toward the hotel side of the venue.
“I’m going to change first. Wait for me,” Ava said, and hurried toward the restroom corner of the venue.
“I’m gonna pee too. Bye,” Ryan said, and slipped off toward the toilets—mostly so he could watch her white-stockinged legs and heavy bounce of her chest one more time before the crowd swallowed her.
Ethan waited ... and waited. Twenty minutes crawled by. His phone finally rang.
“Hello? Ethan—come quick. Right corridor, second floor. I just saw Aunt Ava being dragged into a side room. There were four guys!” Ryan’s voice was sharp with panic—and something else under it, something tight and raw.
Fuck. The ugly bathroom legend of anime conventions—Ethan sprinted for the stairs without another word.
Just after Ava left Ethan’s side, heat still clung to her skin. All day men had stared—at her chest, her white stockings, her smile when Ethan kissed her in public. Her body remembered her son’s mouth. Her thighs squeezed together as she walked.
She told herself she only needed to change. Instead her feet carried her, almost on their own, toward the men’s restroom. The women’s line was long. The men’s door swung with constant traffic. Her heart hammered.
If Master saw me like this...
She slipped inside when the hall thinned for a second, head down, blonde ahoge trembling. The smell of cleaner and urine hit her nose. A row of urinals lined one wall. Three stalls stood opposite. She darted into the farthest stall, locked it, and pressed her back to the door, breathing hard.
Outside, shoes scraped. A zipper. A man sighed as he started to pee.
Ava bit her white teeth into her lower lip. Her tongue wet the spot a second later. She hiked the white dress, pulled her soaked panties aside, and touched herself.
In her head it wasn’t strangers outside—it was Ethan. Her son. Her master. Pushing into her. Holding her collar. Calling her Mom in that rough, loving voice.
“Mm—” she swallowed the sound. Two fingers slid through wet heat. Her other hand squeezed her breast through the dress until the nipple burned.
Another man entered. Water hissed in a urinal. Someone laughed.
“Bro, you see that Saber cosplay? Absolute monster body.”
“I swear some lucky bastard is fucking a hot chick in that cosplay in one of these stalls. Listen—someone’s breathing weird.”
A third voice snorted. “Whatever. Not my business. Finish and go.”
Their shoes left. Ava’s face burned so hard tears pricked her eyes. The thrill—almost getting caught—made her fingers move faster. She imagined Ethan kicking the stall open, dragging her out, taking her against the wall while the whole venue walked past.
“Master ... son ... Ava is yours ... only yours—”
She came with a silent shudder, thighs shaking, spit shining at the corner of her open mouth. For a long second she couldn’t stand.
When she finally unlocked the stall, she washed her hands fast, fixed her dress, and stepped out flushed and soft-eyed—right into a circle of fat “photographers.”
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