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- Mother Incest 1: Turned Mom Into An 18-Year-Old Vixen
- Mother Incest 2: Hypnotized Mom To Fuck Me Instead Of Dad
- Mother Incest 3: Fucking My Two Mothers
- Mother Incest 4: Fucking Mom Right Behind Dad's Back
- Mother Incest 5: Knocked Up My 40-Year-Old Mother
- Mother Incest 6: Mom Gave Me A Free Use Card For My Birthday
- Mother Incest 7: Hacked Into Mom's Computer & Found Her Only Fans
Mom was going through a rough patch. She'd recently divorced from dad and it had shattered her entire world. At 40, she was pushing for one last baby. But dad was one and done. She pushed him so much that he got tired of the whole thing and just walked out.
Now she moped around the house, forlorn that she'd lost her chance at one last baby.
Unbeknownst to her, she hadn't lost her chance at all.
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Mom was going through a rough patch. She'd recently divorced from dad and it had shattered her entire world. See, at 40, she was pushing for one last baby. But dad was one and done. She pushed him so much that he got tired of the whole thing and just walked out.
Now she moped around the house, forlorn that she'd lost her chance at one last baby.
Unbeknownst to her, she hadn't lost her chance at all...
A brand-new foreign free-use knockoff called Spanish Flea was making the rounds. On a lark, I'd picked some up. Hadn't really thought about what I was going to do with it, but now with mom in such a state, I think I had my answer.
They'd tried to copy the secret formula, but somehow mixed it all up. Instead of making the woman a passive vector for the man - an empty vessel, to be filled - it did what the old Spanish Fly was rumored to have done.
READ MOREIt made them inconsolable sex maniacs. It drove women mad with lust. And - according to the tin, written in 3 dozen languages, of course - it instantly made any woman ovulate at the zenith of their fertility cycle.
They weren't exactly mind controlled zombies, but once their hungry, horny gaze landed upon their victim, there was no turning back - not until they got they what they wanted.
And what I wanted was to be mom's "victim." On the one hand being attacked by a sex-mad, fertile woman who looked like my mother, was hot, but on the other it was a bit scary.
Some of the stories, man...
Just had to mix it up in her favorite drink. Which wasn't too hard as her favorite drink these days was straight-up vodka. But maybe with a baby in her belly, she'd calm down. Yeah, sure, it would be her own son's, but I somehow didn't think she'd care too much. She'd be too ecstatic that she was pregnant again to care much where it came from.
With the Spanish Flea crushed up in her drink, I locked all the doors and moved all the breakables just in case.
Mom took the drink without a word, downing it in one gulp. How the fuck? Why the fuck? I worried for her poor throat. And liver.
It took exactly 27 seconds - according to my watch - before mom turned slowly toward me, a crazed look in her pretty eyes. She smiled like a loony bin patient who was hiding a hatchet behind their back, then slowly advanced on me.
I gulped and suddenly wondered what in the fuck I'd been thinking. What had I gotten myself into?
"You!" She pointed and growled low like a big cat when she saw me turn around to leave. "Don't move!"
I shivered as I turned back and watched my own mother - unrecognizable at that moment - advance on me. Very slowly and deliberately.
My eyes popped out of my head as she came right up to me, ripped every stitch of clothes off my body and proceeded to attack my lips. Kissing wasn't the right word. It was like an angry, hissing cat.
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