I Got Mom in Inheritance
Copyright© 2026 by A.L
Chapter 24: Restaurant Tease
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 24: Restaurant Tease - 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
“Pah! Pah! Pah!” In the living room in the early morning, the sound of the collision of flesh was extremely intense. A naked man and woman on the sofa were having sex. The junction of the two was already wet. The lewd water that kept overflowing with the penis made the slapping sound even crisper.
“Oh~ good son~ let~ let mom go~ oh~ I~ I should go~ ah~ make breakfast~” The ones having sex fiercely on the sofa were the mother-obsessed Ethan and his hot mother Ava. At this time, the son was seizing the last time of the holiday and having sex with his beloved mother crazily.
“Oh~ slutty mother~ this is all your~ oh~ good work” The son recalled the warm scene of the beautiful mother kissing his crotch and giving him a blowjob when he opened his eyes in the morning, and couldn’t help but fuck the sexy beauty under his crotch more vigorously.
“I won’t let you go until I fuck your cunt thoroughly.”
“Oh, oh, oh, go slower, ah, so deep, fuck me to death, oh, but ah, you’ve been fucking me for more than two hours.” Feeling the son’s fierce thrusting in her arms, the mother with blurred eyes frowned and looked at the clock on the wall which was pointing to 8:40, moaning and complaining. Although she couldn’t help licking her son’s big morning erection, who would have thought that her son would fuck her like a stallion. He couldn’t look away from the wet shine on her lips.
Having a son with a big penis, a strong sexual desire, and who would rape his mother at home anytime and anywhere is really a happy trouble.
“Slutty mother, although you say no, but uh, your body is honest.” Looking at the beautiful legs of the mother tightly wrapped around his waist and clamped at the junction of the two, the son kissed the attractive red lips of the mother in his arms deeply.
“Um~~ You’re bullying me again~”
The son’s passionate kiss and whispered words brought the mother, who was fucked to the point of being distracted, back to her senses. She found that her lustful body had unconsciously and actively catered to the son’s penis, so much so that she even used her legs to tightly wrap around her son’s waist, and her face began to blush.
“Mom, I’m going to speed up, get ready.” he said, rough around the edges.
The son, who found that it was really late, began to move wildly. The huge penis was thrusting in and out of the mother’s vagina at a high speed. Every time he went deep, the numbing feeling of the mother’s tight vagina folds scraping the head and the strong suction from the womb made the son unable to stop. When he thought that the lustful slave girl under his crotch who was being possessed by him was his beloved mother who gave birth to him and lived with him for fifteen years, the son couldn’t stop being excited. She let out a tiny spit-wet breath and tried to smile.
“Oh~ah~son~son’s cock~so~so powerful~oh~again~oh~mom~mom’s womb~again~oh~again~pierced by my son’s~big~ah~big penis~oh~oh~orgasm~orgasm~slutty mom~~was~made to orgasm by my~slutty son’s~big penis~~~”
The fierce attack of the son’s cock instantly brought great pleasure to the mother. The huge head broke through the mother’s delicate cervix and penetrated her soft womb. The pleasure of fucking directly into the heart of the flower made the mother’s womb contract violently, and streams of lewd water gushed out and poured on the son’s trembling head. The mother who was in climax couldn’t help but roll her eyes, stick out her tongue, and scream like a sow.
“Oh~ Mom~ So~ So good~ I~ I’m cumming too~ Oh~ Good Mom~ I’ll cum you to death~ Son~ I’ll cum all for you~”
The intense pleasure under his crotch made the son reach the climax, and the head shot out thick semen, hitting the uterine wall of the hot mother, instantly filling the delicate womb. Her white teeth flashed as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Half an hour later.
At the dining table, because the fierce battle in the morning took too long, the mother and son could only eat simple bread and milk to fill their stomachs.
A few days after the anime convention, Ryan couldn’t stop replaying it.
Ethan had inherited Ava. Ava—the most beautiful, bustiest mature woman Ryan had ever seen—was legally Ethan’s slave girl. At the venue he’d watched those heavy breasts bounce in the ruined Altria dress. He’d drooled like a dog and wiped it like a coward. He’d listened through a locked door while Ethan fucked her. The envy turned ugly in his gut.
So he went to Ethan’s house without calling. Without texting. Uninvited.
Evening light stuck to the windows. Ryan slipped along the side path like a thief and stopped under the master bedroom window. The curtain wasn’t fully closed.
What he saw punched the air out of him.
Ethan had Ava bent over the bed, collar gleaming, stockings half-torn, body rocking under hard, wild thrusts. Ava’s face was pure surrender—mouth open, tongue loose, eyes wet with love for her son. Her big breasts swung under her, slap-slap against the sheets. The wet slap of skin, her broken “Master—son—deeper—” carried faintly through the glass.
Ryan’s hands shook. He raised his phone. Recorded.
He filmed until his mouth went dry, until spit gathered at the corner of his lips again, then fled before anyone looked out.
That night in his room, he didn’t sleep. He ran the video through an AI face-swap tool he’d seen online. Frame by frame, Ethan’s face melted—and the face of Old Man Harris appeared instead.
Harris: the neighbor. Ethan’s late father’s old friend. A wrinkled, gray-haired man who still came by sometimes with cheap wine and boring stories.
On the finished file, it looked like Ava—Ethan’s mother, Ethan’s slave—was being fucked senseless by that old man. The body was still Ethan’s build if you looked close ... but the face was Harris. Convincing enough to ruin a household.
Ryan watched it twice. Smiled a thin, ugly smile.
“If Ethan sees this ... even if she says it’s fake, doubt will eat him alive.”
Two days later, Ethan left for a study group. Ava was home alone, hanging laundry on the balcony, purple skirt and stockings still on from earlier chores.
The doorbell rang.
“Ryan? Ethan isn’t home—” Ava opened the door with a polite smile, then froze at the look on the boy’s face.
Ryan stepped in without being invited and shut the door. “I know. That’s why I’m here, Auntie.”
“What’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”
He unlocked his phone and turned the screen toward her.
Ava’s blood went cold.
There she was—on her own bed—moaning, taking a man from behind. And the face on that man’s body was Old Man Harris.
“This ... this is fake,” she whispered. Her fingers trembled. “That’s not— Ethan and I— someone put another face—”
“Yeah.” Ryan’s voice was soft and poisonous. “I know it’s edited. You know it’s edited. But Ethan doesn’t know AI like I do. If I send this to him with a sad little message—’Bro, I saw Auntie with Harris through the window’—what do you think happens?”
Ava’s lips parted. No sound came out. Spit gleamed at the corner of her mouth from how hard she’d bitten it.
“He loves you,” Ryan went on. “That’s the problem. Love makes men stupid. He’ll look at this and wonder. Even one second of wonder is enough to break what you two have.”
“Please ... delete it. I’ll— I’ll give you money—”
“I don’t want money.” Ryan stepped closer. His eyes dragged over her collar, her chest, her mouth—the same heavy breasts he’d drooled over at the convention. “I want what Ethan gets. Not all of it. Not forever. Just ... a taste. Or this video goes to his phone right now.”
Tears spilled over Ava’s lashes. Shame and fear twisted in her chest. She knew the truth. She also knew Ethan’s temper—and how deep his love cut. A lie shaped like proof could poison them.
“Don’t ... don’t show my son,” she breathed. “I’ll ... do what you say. But you don’t put it inside me. I’m his. Only his.”
Ryan’s jaw flexed. “We’ll see how far you go to protect him.”
He pushed her to her knees in the living room. Ava’s hands shook as she unzipped him. Her white teeth showed for a second when she inhaled; then her tongue wet her lip, and she took him into her mouth because she had no better shield for Ethan’s heart.
“That’s it ... Auntie ... fuck—” Ryan gripped her hair. “Ethan gets this every day ... those tits ... that mouth ... shit...”
Tears ran down her face while she worked him—slow, then faster when he threatened the phone again. Spit strung from her lips to his cock when she pulled back for air. He slapped his length between her breasts next, forced her to press them together, fucked the soft valley while she turned her face away in disgust and grief.
“Don’t look away. Eyes on me.”
“I ... I hate you,” Ava whispered—then still licked the head when he ordered it, because the video still glowed on the table like a knife.
Ryan’s fingers shoved under her skirt, past soaked panties, and thrust into her against her will. Ava jerked, a broken sound leaving her throat. Her body was trained by Ethan to respond; the betrayal of that response made her cry harder.
“Wet already? Slutty mom of his—”
“Don’t call me that—ah—stop—fingers only—you said—”
He fingered her roughly, thumb on her clit, chasing his own ego more than her pleasure. Ava’s thighs trembled. She bit her lip until she tasted iron.
Then Ryan shoved her over the arm of the sofa, yanked her panties down, and lined himself up.
“No—!” Ava’s voice cracked open. “You can’t— that’s for my son— Master only— please— I’ll suck you again— just don’t put it in—!”
“Shut up. One thrust. He’ll never know.” Ryan’s head kissed her entrance—hot, wrong, a breath from breaking everything. Ava sobbed, fingers clawing the cushion, trying to crawl forward.
The front door lock clicked.
Keys. Footsteps. Ethan’s voice, casual at first: “Mom, I forgot my charger, I’ll just—”
Silence.
Then a sound like the world breaking.
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