I Got Mom in Inheritance
Copyright© 2026 by A.L
Chapter 15: One More Round
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15: One More Round - 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
The son took off his mother’s red-bottomed high heels, buried his face in his mother’s pretty feet pervertedly and took a deep breath. The smell of leather, the fragrance of his mother’s body and the faint smell of foot sweat all day rushed straight to his head. His mother’s white silk stockings were so warm. The son held up his mother’s pretty feet and licked and sucked one toe at a time through the silk stockings.
Feeling the itchiness of the pretty feet and the pleasure of the flesh hole being manipulated, the mother woke up faintly. She was still a little confused and vaguely remembered that she seemed to be tied up by several perverts. When she thought of this, she was shocked and struggled. Was she being raped? Had she lost her virginity? Did her son know? Would he abandon her if he knew? Thinking about it, she couldn’t help crying.
“Mom, it’s me.” Fortunately, the familiar voice of her son came to her ears.
The mother’s tense heart couldn’t help but relax, and she cried out: “Woo, woo, woo, master, I seem to have been raped. You won’t abandon me, will you? I was wrong. I shouldn’t go out without a collar. Please don’t abandon me. I will be your little bitch in the future.” The mother couldn’t remember what she had experienced for a while, and apologized to her son anxiously, fearing that he would abandon her. The air between them felt heavier than the room should allow.
The son opened the pretty legs in his arms, leaned down, and threw himself in front of his mother. He thrust his penis gently and stabbed into his mother’s delicate womb again: “Mom, it’s okay. The bad guys were beaten away by me, and nothing happened. Look, you are still my obedient little bitch.” After that, he pumped his penis a few times. His mouth went dry. Hers didn’t.
The mother looked at her son’s familiar face, held his face with both hands, kissed him affectionately, and madly expressed her love to her son with her tongue, fearing that this was a dream, and that she would become a sex toy for perverts when she woke up. He couldn’t look away from the wet shine on her lips. For a second neither of them knew where to put their hands.
The son also responded to his mother enthusiastically, caressing her with both hands dishonestly, grabbing her big breasts with his left hand and kneading them wantonly, while his right hand was playing with the silk legs that felt smooth in his hand. As for the penis, he was even more diligent in pumping it, wishing to connect the two together.
Under the son’s multiple attacks, the battered and weak mother quickly lost the battle, opened her mouth and gasped loudly, and soon, the two of them reached climax together without restraint. Her face went slack, mouth open, tongue lazy and wet.
Looking at the mother who was unconscious again beside him, the son checked his mobile phone and found that it was almost five o’clock and the exhibition hall was about to close. The son quickly packed up his mother and left the exhibition hall with her in his arms.
At night, in the public bath of the hotel.
Ava was soaking in the corner of the bathtub, rubbing her body from time to time, as if she felt very dirty. Only when she touched the collar on her neck could she feel a little comfort. A shy heat crawled up her neck and settled under her ears.
As time passed slowly, people in the bathhouse left one after another. It was already eleven o’clock, but the mother seemed to be unaware.
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