Mom is my flesh toy

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Author: Ji Ba

Chapter 1: Mom is My Flesh Toy

I stared me in fascination at the holographic projection in front of me.

This kind of projection presents images in complete three-dimensional form, exactly like the real thing.
With , holographic projection is widely used. However, the holographic projection recording system in my house is the best on the market—
high definition, high fidelity, and accurate to 0.01 cubic micrometers for both recording and playback, truly a cutting-edge product.

The projection in front of me showed an absolutely beautiful woman, breathtakingly beautiful.

In this year's nationwide poll for "Your Favorite Dream Lover," she was once again elected as the best
dream lover with an absolute advantage. This is the eighteenth consecutive year she has won by an
absolute .

She actually only stayed in the music industry for two years, released three albums, and has been retired from the entertainment industry for over ten years
. Yet her albums from back then are still bestsellers, and fans still remember her fondly. Her pure and innocent
voice is still a frequently requested hit on radio stations.

Many fans are concerned about her current situation, but no one knows how she is doing now.
Every fan can boast that their goddess was born into a wealthy family, a true lady of high society, a rich heiress, and
that after retiring from the music scene, she married into another wealthy family. But no one knows the specifics.

And how the goddess is doing now, perhaps only I in the whole world know. Because I am the goddess's only
son, and privately, her master, her owner, her husband. Every day, I penetrate her
tight little hole with my huge penis, making her utter intoxicating moans that have captivated countless fans.

Now, the goddess in the projection lies quietly, completely naked, instead
bound hand and . I keep rotating the holographic projection, admiring her from every angle. Although I ravage
this alluring body every day, I still never tire of looking at it; it is the most perfect work of art in the world.

As I was viewing the inside of her vagina from behind using a 20x high-definition 3D display, she
suddenly woke up. I quickly reduced the magnification and changed the angle to see the reaction on her face. Although I could enjoy this scene
countless holographic replays, I still didn't want to miss it now.

The goddess woke up, and when she saw herself naked, her expression was only
slightly surprised, then calm.

"Seriously, is Mom becoming less and less interested in this kind of thing?" I muttered to myself, seeing the goddess's expression,
unsure whether to be angry or amused. I still remembered how astonished she
looked .

I stood up, opened the door, and prepared to enter the goddess's room. Yes, the room where the goddess was bound was right next to
mine; what I had just watched was a live projection from that room.

I always used the holographic projector to record every little moment of my life with my mother. In my free time, I
often watch and relive classic clips of me disciplining her with my mother. I zoom in, magnify the footage,
and point to her wet, gushing vagina, saying, "Mom, you're so slutty."

Sometimes, she'll pretend to be angry, pinching my ear and saying, "You're always being naughty." I
'll have to apologize, saying, "Don't be angry, Mom, I'll be harder next time." But sometimes she'll shyly
close her eyes, snuggling into my arms, pretending to be shy, and I'll gently kiss her, like lovers. More often
, she'll blush, spread her buttocks, and expose her vagina to me, saying, "This slutty sex slave begs for punishment,
Master !" I'll then grab her legs and penetrate her again.

Everything today will still be recorded holographically, and I'll cut out the exciting clips
to watch , just like always.

Now, I open the door, and my bound mother actually turns her head and smiles at me.

"Damn, she can still laugh in this situation. Mom, your reaction is getting more and more abnormal."
I sighed inwardly. My mother's expression made me very embarrassed.

I straightened my face and said fiercely, "Little girl, what are you laughing at? Do you recognize me?"

That's right, I was calling my mother "little girl" at this moment, not "Mom." Although her body was now
mature and perfect, I believed that she herself would not immediately realize this. And she was currently in the consciousness of a
twelve- year-old girl.

To explain why my mother only had the consciousness of a twelve-year-old girl, we have to talk about the human body full-function
control device. This control device is a good thing, a high-end technology product, not something that private individuals can afford.
Only large medical institutions have it, and its use is subject to strict medical regulations. But my family is obviously an exception.
As a nationally renowned wealthy family, it wouldn't be surprising if they privately purchased one.

And the main purpose of the one in my family is to use it to discipline my mother. At this moment, I have already used the control
device to process my mother's brain, sealing off all her memories after the age of twelve.

In other words, when she wakes up now, she will only be aware of herself at the age of twelve.

My twelve-year-old mother was still a carefree rich girl.
What would her expression be if she woke up one day to find herself naked and bound to a large bed? That's what I want to see.

Actually, I've trained her like this many times. The first time, I changed her age to eighteen.
She was clenching her teeth, furious. When I pounced on her and raped her, she yelled at me,
threatened me, and cried her heart out; I almost felt sorry for her.

But I was young and impetuous then, and didn't understand how to be considerate of my mother, so I ruthlessly continued the training. However,
after I finally managed to train my proud mother into a completely submissive sex slave,
I got . My mother is gentle, kind, loves me, and cares for me; how
could a loyal and obedient animal compare? So I used the control device to restore my mother's memories.

After her memories returned, she was angry for several days because I had been too violent towards her. But she couldn't resist my
gentle advances and quickly made up. I, however, developed a liking for the process of subduing my stubborn mother,
constantly begging her until she finally agreed to let me "discipline" her a second time, a third time… To this day, I
can't remember how many times we've done this; I'd probably have to check the videotapes to know for sure. I only remember my mother begging for mercy
when I was , and when I was five, she wet the bed after I raped her…

Today, my mother, whose memories are only from childhood to age twelve, smiled at me strangely, which was incredibly troubling.
Honestly, my mother is becoming increasingly unmanageable.

Hearing my question, she smiled broadly and said, "I don't recognize you, but I know you're my
Prince Charming ."

Huh? My twelve-year-old mother is fantasizing about Prince Charming? But in this situation, surely she wouldn't still be fantasizing?
Girl , you're tied up, have some sense of danger, okay?

Should I play the Prince Charming game with her? I hesitated. We'd played
the , but this was the first time a Prince Charming had appeared.

I tentatively asked, "How do you think I'm your Prince Charming?"

My mother smiled, a very innocent smile: "I don't know, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were my
Prince Charming ."

Hearing my mother's words, I was speechless. Is this love at first sight? What kind of love at first sight is this? She
's tied up naked, meets a man who walks in, and thinks he's her Prince Charming? Have some
shame , okay?

I suddenly got angry, pounced on her, pinned her down, and sneered, "Your Prince Charming is going to rape you
now !"

I saw her expression tense for a moment, then she laughed and said, "I'm willing."

I was really angry. We had only just met, and I had pounced on her and raped her without any reason, yet she
agreed so quickly. I hadn't even started training her yet!

I took off my clothes and roughly thrust my big penis into my mother's vagina,
tearing her newly repaired hymen apart again. My mother trembled and tried to hug me, but I slapped her.

My mother seemed helpless and finally cried softly as I thrust in and out.

I only breathed a sigh of relief when my mother cried.

That's more like it. Just now, she didn't look like she was facing rape at all; she was just a sexually frustrated
woman in heat, not the stubborn and unyielding mother who was being conquered by me again and again.

I happily ejaculated inside her uterus, pulled out my big penis, and brought it to her mouth, saying, "Lick it for me."

My mother hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. I impatiently pressed her head down, and she obediently began licking me
.

Seeing my mother so compliant, I couldn't help but lament that
the mother who had once angrily bitten my penis, a memory that still chills me to the bone, was gone forever.

My mother obediently cleaned my penis, a satisfied expression on her tear-streaked face, which made
my head spin again.

"Why are you so obedient?"

My mother parted her cherry lips slightly, answering without hesitation, "I don't know why, I just feel you wouldn't hurt
me. I feel everything you do is for my own good."

I frowned and asked, "Even if I just raped you?"

"That can't be considered rape... I don't object." Her voice was timid; my twelve-year-old mother was so
shy. After speaking, she lowered her head. But with only the memories of a twelve-year-old, she was actually trying to excuse my rape of her
.

I took a deep breath and continued with a stern face, "From now on, you are my sex slave. I am your
master, and you must obey me completely. I can hit you whenever I want, scold you whenever I want, and even if I make you eat shit and
drink urine, you cannot refuse!"

A look of surprise finally appeared on my mother's pretty face: "Sex slave…it won't be like…like…like
in novels, will it…that's too perverted."

Seeing my mother's expression, I finally felt a sense of accomplishment: "Not bad, I'm even more
perverted ! Scared now?"

My mother blushed, lowered her head, and uttered an answer that shocked me: "I'm willing,
willing to be your sex slave!"

Mom, what are you doing? Why do you surrender faster each time? This time, I haven't even started training you, and you
've already surrendered? Where is my unyielding mother?

The subsequent training went exceptionally smoothly. No matter what I asked for, my mother would agree. I found many
reasons , even no reasons at all, to hit her. Although she felt a little wronged, she silently endured it all. And she even learned
to use the rules of slavery, apologizing to me instead.

As evening fell, I grew tired of this training.

I took my mother off the rocking horse and gave her a hard lash on the buttocks, saying, "Do you know
why hitting you, you bitch?" My

mother, barely off the rocking horse and still unsteady on her feet, hurriedly knelt down, saying, "This bitch doesn't know, please
punish me, Master."

I grabbed her hair and dragged her between my legs, saying, "You did nothing wrong, I just wanted to hit you
."

My mother, understanding the situation, took my penis into her mouth and mumbled, "Master, hit me as hard as you want, it's
an honor for a slave!"

I gestured for her to get up and thrust my penis back into her swollen and red vagina, which I had already played with, asking:
"Why are you so obedient? Tell the truth!"

Mother clearly didn't dare lie to me, her stern master, and hurriedly replied, "This slave doesn't know.
This slave just feels from the bottom of her heart that Master is the most important person in this slave's heart. But I don't know why I
feel this way. I just feel that whatever Master does is for my own good, and I should obey. Even if Master wants my life, I
shouldn't refuse. Master, you are my everything. I'll do anything to please you."

Her voice suddenly became very soft, and her face flushed again. "Besides, being Master's sex slave is actually
very good . I can be fucked by Master. I really like being fucked by Master, I like it from the bottom of my heart."

I smiled. I understood why Mother was so obedient. Although the Human Body Control Device could
seal a person's memories, it couldn't seal their deep consciousness. After my repeated training, Mother had wholeheartedly
accepted me as her master. Regardless of whether she had memories of being trained in the past, she was now absolutely obedient.

In other words, the idea that I am my mother's master, that my mother is my sex slave, and that slaves must obey their masters,
is deeply ingrained in her consciousness. Even if she forgets everything else, she will still subconsciously know
these things; this awareness, like breathing and heartbeat, has become an instinct for her.

Last time, she surrendered quickly too, but when questioned, she wasn't so explicit. After all, she was 18 then.
Memories from when I was 18. My mother at 18 was the one I liked to discipline the most, and the one I disciplined the most. But back then
she was older, knew shame, knew how to hide her emotions, and knew how to resist obviously irrational
instincts . So even though she submitted quickly then, she was inevitably a hypocrite.

Now, she has the mind of a twelve-year-old girl, and she can easily express her emotions. After being suddenly kidnapped and raped by me , she still believes in her deepest consciousness and considers me her master. So she doesn't refuse
any kind of discipline . 　　I patted her big, white buttocks and said, "Mom, you've broken your record for fastest submission again. It seems disciplining you is no longer a challenge." 　　"Mom?" Mom's eyes widened. "It's hard to believe I'm using that word." 　　I hugged her tightly, affectionately grabbing her large breasts, and said, "Yes, Mom, haven't you noticed something strange about your body? If you're twelve, how come your breasts are so big?" 　　"It is a little strange, and I feel like I've suddenly grown taller." Mom frowned slightly in my arms, then exclaimed, "Ah... what did you just call me?" 　　"Mom, Mom, Mom." I called out while kissing her. "I'm your son ." 　　"Ah! No, you're my master, how could you be my son?" Mom was clearly panicked . 　　To be honest, seeing her so flustered, I finally felt a sense of accomplishment that . I rolled her onto the bed, letting her soft, boneless body press against me, and asked, "Mom, don't panic. I really am your son, your own son. Mom, you can choose. Do you want me to be your obedient son, your gentle and considerate husband, or your master who disciplines and bullies you every day?" 　　Without hesitation, Mom immediately answered, "I want you to be my master." 　　I smiled, kissed her fragrant lips, and only released her after a long while, saying, "Don't answer so quickly. You can think it over before you answer. Whichever you choose, it will come true immediately. It really will." 　　"Really?" Mom asked doubtfully, seeing my sincerity. 　　"Of course it's true." 　　Seeing my answer, Mom finally felt relieved. 　　She nestled obediently in my arms, thinking for a long time before saying, "Master, although I don't know why you ask this, a slave cannot lie to you. From the bottom of my heart, I want to be your sex slave, your sex slave , your sex slave forever. I just want to be your sex slave. As for sons, husbands, and such, they feel so strange. Can I not have them?" 　　I smiled and kissed her, saying, "Very good sex slave declaration. Remember your words, okay? Don't go back on ." 　　My mother's eyes were a little confused, but I smiled and placed her into the human body control device. This device was shaped like a large box, which I had integrated into the wall. It was not visible normally, but it would open when I called . Because only I had the highest access to this device. 　　My mother didn't know why I put her in this device. I guessed she must have thought I was going to continue training her. 　　However, five minutes later, the device released my mother, whose memories had returned. At this moment, I saw a beautiful woman with a slightly annoyed expression. 　　"You're being naughty again, all you do is fool around all day." Mom glared at me, scolding me irritably, and even reached out to pinch my ear. 　Seeing Mom's feigned anger, I knew that after regaining her memories, reason had taken over again. To avoid me laughing at her earlier declaration of being a sex slave, she preemptively scolded me. 　　I chuckled, carried the beauty back to bed, and sucked on one of her nipples, saying coquettishly, "Mom, why do you always pretend to be angry every time you regain your memories? Stop pretending, I know you only like being my sex slave, my sex slave for life ." 　　Mom, who had been trying so hard to appear strong, was brought back to reality by my words, her face turning bright red . She released her grip on my ear, but unwillingly slapped my bottom, saying, "It's all your fault for training Mom into this state. So, Master, how will you play with me from now on? I'll do whatever you say." 　　I cupped Mom's face and laughed, "No more playing. You're clever enough to only choose to be a sex slave. I'm in trouble now, I still have to try my best to be a good son and a good husband." 　　Mom's pretty face tightened, and she said, "You can also choose to only be my master." 　　I inserted my fingers into her vagina, pulled out a handful of nectar, and licked it as I said, "Mom, are you holding a grudge and settling old scores? I've told you before that I was wrong, and you can punish me however you want. But it seems you haven't punished me at all yet?" 　　Mom laughed, a laugh full of charm, "Who wants to punish you? I love you too much. Besides , how can a slave punish its master? But now that you mention it, I do miss the days when you trained me. Please, Master, pull up our first video, I really want to see it now." 　　I cleared my throat, preparing to pull up the video. The holographic video recording is part of the villa's automated system , which I have absolute control over. From the first day my mother fell into my hands, I've recorded her every second, down to the last detail. If she wants to see it, of course I'll oblige. 　　However, just as I was about to turn on the recording, the door opened, and to our surprise, a beautiful woman in a police uniform suddenly appeared in my bedroom. 　　As one of the world's most prestigious families, my private villa employs a comprehensive automated security system ; not even a mouse could get in. Moreover, the system immediately notifies me of any anomalies. Yet this beautiful woman suddenly appeared in my home without any warning—it's truly unbelievable. 　　To bypass my villa's security system requires not only profound professional knowledge but also a thorough . Without prior detailed knowledge, no one can simply break into my house; otherwise, they'll either be detected by the system or face certain death. 　　The beautiful woman in front of me is the most famous policewoman in the city's criminal investigation team. She's technically proficient, and one of the very few people ever granted access to my villa. So she must have secretly investigated me again.

The home security system. I'd known for a while that this system could protect everyone, but not
her.

Sigh, I should have guessed she'd sneak in sooner or later; once she did, she would. I shouldn't have
been so soft-hearted last time.

When Mom saw someone come in, she gasped. Completely naked, she immediately wrapped herself
in and, blushing, asked me, "Where are my clothes?"

I couldn't help but sigh. Mom hadn't worn clothes in a long time, and there weren't any prepared for her in my room
. Sex slaves have no right to wear clothes. Where could she find them now?

Just then, the beautiful policewoman spoke up: "Aunt, don't be afraid, I'll get justice for you. Brother,
tell me clearly, what happened?"

This policewoman was my aunt's daughter, one of only three people in my family this generation, my second sister.

I noticed her gaze was filled with disgust and disbelief, so different from her usual gentleness, and I
felt a headache coming on.

I was still naked, my large penis half-erect. Honestly, with my second sister staring at me with such intense gaze
, I really didn't know whether I should try to block my penis.

I forced myself to say, "Second sister, even if I had a relationship with Mom, so what? Incest
isn't illegal."

My second sister blushed, biting her lip, and said, "I'm not new here; I've been lurking in your house all day
. You're suspected of rape, abuse, and imprisonment of women, and illegally modifying others with medical devices. I never imagined
my brother would be this kind of person."

Seeing her so dismissive of me, my heart ached. From childhood, my second sister and I had
the best ; she was the one who protected me the most. I also loved her very much, and she was always my object of sexual fantasy. In my
heart, she and my eldest sister were goddesses second only to Mom.

Now she was a police officer, and her uniform made her look even more dashing. Although she and my eldest sister were twins and looked
exactly alike , their temperaments were clearly different. This was the second time she knew my secret, yet her expression of disgust was just as strong as
before.

I said awkwardly, "Second Sister, this is a long story, but if I've committed a criminal offense,
could you please let me off the hook for the sake of our good relationship?"

After saying that, I gently patted my mother again.

My mother, still under the covers, blushed to her neck. Seeing me pat her, she struggled to lift her head and said to my second sister, "This has nothing to do with
my son; it was all my own choice. How did you end up sneaking into my house?"

My second sister ignored my mother and looked at me coldly, saying, "I suspect that Auntie's mind has been altered by a device
, and her words at this time cannot be used as evidence. I demand to see all the video footage from your villa. If you don't agree, I can
first report it to the police station and apply for a search warrant."

After saying that, she took out her police ID and waved it demonstratively.

I shrugged and said helplessly, "Could you please go out first and let me put on some pants?"

My second sister thought for a moment and said, "Okay, don't try anything funny."

My second sister closed the door.

I quickly got dressed and invited my second sister to another room to discuss the matter. My mother had also put on a coat and
wanted to come over to talk to us, but my second sister waved her away, signaling her not to come in.

Seeing my second sister's tense expression, I helplessly explained, "What happened between Mom and me was indeed my
fault , but Mom won't pursue it anymore. I really haven't tried to change Mom's mindset; even if you
investigate thoroughly, the result will be the same. You can look down on me, but don't interfere with my life. We each have our own
lives . And please don't report this to the police; it will ruin us."

"You're a beast! How dare you treat your mother like that!" My second sister suddenly slapped me, the blow
stinging my face. I knew my second sister was straightforward; she was incredibly kind to me when she was good, but
ruthless . Seeing her angry expression, I knew this time it wouldn't end well.

After hitting me, my second sister stared intently at me and asked, "Did you also rape me?"

My heart sank. It seemed that with my second sister's intelligence, nothing could be hidden from her. I didn't answer her
question; instead, I remained silent.

Seeing that I didn't answer, my second sister guessed the outcome and slapped me hard again, then cried, "I've
always been so good to you!"

Blood trickled from my lip, but I wiped it away nonchalantly and asked, "Second sister, what do you want to do?"

She wiped her tears and slowly said, "Actually, I expected this outcome. After raping
me, you used that control device to erase my memory, didn't you?"

I didn't answer.

She paused, then continued, "I want to know the whole story. I can
let go of the rape, but my aunt has been tortured like this by you; I'm going to sue you. Now,
confess . Although I've prepared for the worst, I still can't believe I have such a perverted
brother."

She could let me rape her go unpunished? Is that considered being good to me? Honestly, sometimes I really
can't understand my second sister. I shrugged and said, "What happens after I confess honestly?"

My second sister said, "Then you should go to the police station and turn yourself in. As a police officer, I will never protect you. Try your best
to behave and get a lenient sentence."

"The same result again? After all these years, you really haven't changed at all." I sighed,
but I wasn't flustered at all. "I am indeed a pervert. But second sister, you came to my villa alone. Are
n't you afraid of something unexpected happening?"

My second sister frowned and said, "What unexpected thing could happen? I've been to your house many times. I
know the security system inside and out."

"Sigh, that's not what I meant." I shook my head and said, "Lock!"

After I finished speaking, many mechanisms suddenly popped up in my second sister's chair, locking her completely to
the chair .

My second sister glared at me angrily and said, "What are you doing?"

I said softly, "You're sitting in the SM chair I used to train Mom. It's voice-controlled, only obeys my commands, and has many
functions . You've played with it before, but you don't remember it now."

Seeing that she was locked up, my second sister laughed angrily, "Fine, I really didn't expect my good little brother. I'm the best..."
"My friends and family actually attacked me. You've locked me up, what are you going to do next? Kill me to cover your tracks
? Have you really gone this far?"

I calmly replied, "Of course not. But sister, I've always liked you. Besides Mom,
you're my favorite. Why don't you stay and be my sex toy?" My

second sister struggled to break free, but of course, she was powerless against my SM-specific mechanical chair. Even if
she was an excellent policewoman, she couldn't handle this expensive SM chair. Yet, despite her inability to break free, she remained so
calm that I had to admire her once again.

"Wake up! Someone as grown as me suddenly disappearing wouldn't go unnoticed. And my eldest sister
knows I'm here. If I don't go home, she'll definitely call the police."

"Eldest sister?" I pondered. "How much does she know?"

My second sister said, "She found out about your unusual relationship with Aunt and told me. My coming here to investigate
was her idea too."

My eldest and second sisters are twins, completely inheriting my aunt's beauty genes; they're truly
stunning . But now one is a doctor, and the other a police officer. Compared to my second sister, my eldest sister is usually quieter
, exuding an intellectual beauty.

"Connect me to Aunt's phone," I called out, and the room's voice-activated communication device immediately activated.

"Master?" came my aunt's voice from the other end of the line.

Hearing my aunt call me that, my second sister was stunned.

"Aunt, my second sister is here now, and she's found out about my relationship with Mom again. What's more troublesome is that my eldest sister
seems to know about it too," I said briefly.

My aunt paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Hearing her calm tone on the other end of the phone, as if she knew everything, my second sister's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I really like my eldest and second sisters. I want to train them to be my sex slaves or flesh toys, just like you and
Mom ."

My aunt was silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "Have you decided? They are your own
sisters ."

"I have. If you don't object, Aunt, please help me get my eldest sister to come over. My second sister
hasn't gone back to my house. She must have feelings for me now. Also, take my property certificate and have them resign."

"Sigh." My aunt sighed and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

I was also a little surprised to hear my aunt agree so readily. You know, it was she who insisted
I release my second sister last time: "Auntie, you don't object?"

My aunt chuckled: "What's the use of objecting? We're all your private property. Besides, these two
kids are just too smart. I've had a hard time keeping this from them all these years. To be honest, I'm exhausted. Anyway, they're
of marriageable age. Why don't we all become your women? That way, we'll still be a happy family
."

As she spoke, she sighed again: "If you want to blame someone, don't blame yourself. Blame your father and me for
being perverts and corrupting you."

"Thank you, Auntie!" I cheered. Actually, I'd wanted my eldest and second sisters as my sex toys for a long time
, but I couldn't do it because of my aunt.

Hearing my aunt's words, my second sister asked in surprise: "Mom, what's going on? Do you know
what ?"

Hearing my second sister's voice, my aunt sighed: "Child, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, probably because she couldn't face my second sister.

Seeing that my aunt had hung up, my second sister glared at me angrily.

Chapter Two: Transferred Property

To be honest, I really admire my second sister.

Locked here by me, helpless, her face showed only anger, not panic—truly a
good policewoman.

Soon, her anger subsided, and she said in a calm tone, "Am I a clone
?"

Her gaze was direct at me, clear and bright. I was almost afraid to look into her eyes, so I lowered my gaze
to her chest. Even through the police uniform, I could see her breasts were large and beautiful, making the uniform
stand out prominently.

I smiled; my sister was clever, guessing everything quickly: "The answer is close. Second sister, although you are not a real
clone, your identity has always been that of a clone. Since Dad died, I have been your owner.
Therefore, you are my private property."

These days, cloning is not a mystery. Of course, cloning costs a lot of money, and only
the wealthy can afford it. Here, I will briefly introduce some relevant laws regarding cloning.

I. Clones are the private property of their owners (i.e., their owners), possessing no human rights whatsoever.
The owners can do anything to them without breaking the law.

The initial purpose of clones was for organ harvesting. For example, if my kidneys failed, I could clone myself,
and then have the clone's healthy kidneys transplanted into me. The same applied to heart failure; I could find a clone to donate my heart.
Whether the clone lives or dies after losing its heart was irrelevant.

Even today, this remains the primary use of clones. That's why pets like dogs and cats
have human rights these days; you can't harm them at will, or animal protection organizations will hold you accountable. But clones
still have no human rights in front of their owners; they are merely vehicles for organ extraction. This is undeniably
a tragedy for clones.

II. The identity of clones is protected by law. They possess all
human rights . Furthermore, the clone's identity is top secret; the owner can request relevant departments and
individuals to maintain confidentiality and cannot discriminate against the clone.

This point seems contradictory to the previous one. Since clones are merely the private property of their owners and not
considered human beings, why do they possess full human rights in front of others and have their clone identities kept secret?

The truth is, as the number of clones increases, so do their responsibilities. For example, some
couples work abroad for extended periods while their children remain at home, so they wish to use clones to care for their children. However,
they don't want others to discriminate against their clones, nor do they want their children to know that their parents are not their real
parents but clones. Even more extreme cases involve grandparents who, after the death of both parents, wish for their cloned children to die in their place.
Deceased children care for their grandchildren but don't want their cloned parents to face discrimination.

These reasons create the peculiar phenomenon where clones are merely property to their owners, yet possess full human rights in
the eyes of , including the right to keep their identity secret and the right to be free from discrimination. Here
are a few other relevant laws regarding cloning.

III. Generally, each person can only clone one version of themselves; cloning others is strictly prohibited.
Cloning parental consent. Before reaching adulthood, ownership of the clone belongs to the parents; upon reaching adulthood,
ownership automatically transfers to the clone.

This is a regulation to prevent the misuse of cloning technology. Initially, when cloning technology first emerged, there were instances of people secretly cloning
celebrities for personal use, which was obviously not allowed. Later, the law strictly stipulated that cloning can only be limited to oneself.
A special case is minors, such as three-year-olds, who don't understand cloning; in these cases, parental
consent .

IV. Inheritance and transfer of clones. Clones are special property, entirely belonging to the owner and
cannot be transferred. Upon the death of the owner, the clone should generally be destroyed. However, the clone's direct lineal relatives
(including parents, children, adoptive parents, and adopted children), spouse, and siblings have the right to inherit the property, and it can
be transferred among relevant authorized heirs. Others are not qualified to own the clone's property outside of these relationships.

Regardless, a clone can only be considered one type of property.

Property involves issues of inheritance and transfer. Historically, there have been
cases of women cloning themselves and selling themselves as sex slaves. Therefore, later laws stipulated that this was illegal, and the ownership of a clone belongs solely
to the original clone. However, due to the
possibility of situations , to meet these needs, the property of a clone can also
be inherited by direct relatives after the original's death.

Seeing my second sister's questioning gaze, I continued, "Actually, you, my eldest sister, my aunt, and Mom
are all clones registered at the Civil Affairs Bureau. You're all my private property. As for your real household registration, it
was cancelled long ago due to death. I can do whatever I want with you all legally now."

My second sister stared at me and said, "Impossible. Even if I'm a clone, you don't have the right to own me. It's
illegal."

"Hahahaha." I laughed. Even in this situation, she still considered the issue from a legal
perspective . "Second sister, you've never known who your father is, have you? Aunt said she
got pregnant with you and my eldest sister after a one-night stand and doesn't know whose child it is. Let me tell you, that's not true. Your father
is your uncle, who is also my father. We are half-siblings. And this
was acknowledged when I inherited Dad's estate, including yours, my eldest sister's, and my aunt's. Didn't you hear what Aunt said just now
?"

My second sister's eyebrows furrowed, and she said in a deep voice, "My mother, she..."

"That's right, Aunt is also my property. Don't forget who gave birth to me. You, me, and my eldest sister are half-
sisters . Although Aunt isn't my biological mother, I grew up in her womb
, and she was my adoptive mother from birth, so we are also mother and child, and inheriting this property is
legal."

I poured a glass of water and handed it to my second sister, saying, "Drink some water."

My second sister snorted and didn't answer.

"Oh, you're tied to the SM chair and can't drink, let me feed you."

I brought the water to my sister's lips, and she drank it without hesitation. It seems that my beautiful
second sister, even though I've trapped her, still doesn't have much suspicion towards me.

"You mean to say that my eldest sister, mother, and I are all clones?" My second sister finished the water,
looking surprisingly calm. The police's composure is indeed very high.

"No, actually, it was a clone who died back then, but the death certificates were processed for you. You, Aunt, and Eldest
Sister have all lived as clones ever since. So many years have passed,
it's impossible to verify whether you're a clone or not, so you'd better just be my property."

"Why is that?" Second Sister finally couldn't help but raise her voice.

Having been kept in the dark all along, Second Sister obviously didn't know how perverse Aunt had been in her younger years. I hesitated,
unsure how to explain.

"Second Sister, we grew up together, did you ever have feelings for me?"

Hearing my direct question, Second Sister's face turned a little red. She said with a hint of anger, "I always treated
you like my own brother, but who knew you..."

My own brother? I smiled. I was indeed Second Sister's own brother.

But not all women treat their brothers as just brothers.

My Aunt was such a woman.

Aunt loved Dad, and Dad loved Aunt, their relationship never seemed normal.

But this couldn't be known by Grandpa.

Grandpa only had Dad and Aunt as his children. As the future heirs of the family, they were
burdened great expectations. Dad had always performed exceptionally well, but Aunt was inherently rebellious and constantly clashed with Grandpa.

Grandpa was very dissatisfied with Aunt, but unaware of the inappropriate relationship between Dad and her.

Then, Mom appeared.

Although freedom of marriage is valued these days, children of wealthy families like Dad and Mom still have little say in their marriages.
As business partners with closely intertwined interests, Grandpa and Grandfather had a very good relationship. Therefore, Grandpa arranged a marriage between
Dad and Grandfather's only daughter, Mom, early on, which was quite normal.

Mom was ten years younger than Dad and two years younger than Aunt. She was only twelve when the two families got engaged. Meanwhile, fourteen-
year-old Aunt was already deeply in love with Dad.

A year later, fifteen-year-old Aunt's love for Dad was so intense that she insisted on having a
child . Dad was very troubled by Aunt's willfulness; she wasn't married, so how could Grandpa allow her to get pregnant
and give birth? Although in this era, without surrogacy, children could be raised to adulthood through IVF and assisted reproductive technologies
. But the procedures for in-vitro fertilization at the hospital were even more complicated, and it was impossible to hide it from Grandpa.

That was the logic, but my aunt was never one to be persuaded by reason. She was very young then,
didn't understand much, and was stubborn; Dad couldn't calm her down. My aunt said that if all else failed, she would explain her relationship with Dad to Grandpa.
It wasn't a big deal to confront him directly.

Dad didn't have Aunt's guts. Pressed by Aunt, he came up with a desperate
plan : to persuade Grandpa to have a grandchild sooner.

Since Mom and Dad were already engaged, having a child wouldn't be a problem. Although Mom was still young,
IVF technology was very advanced; they could retrieve one of her eggs and Dad's sperm for artificial
insemination . This way, even though Mom and Dad weren't married, they could have a child early, allowing Grandpa to have
a grandchild many years sooner.

Grandpa told Grandpa about Dad's suggestion, and Grandpa didn't object to having a grandchild sooner. So, young Mom
went to the hospital to retrieve an egg, Dad provided a sperm, and I was born in a test tube.

Afterward, Dad told Grandpa that artificially conceived babies weren't good, and
it would be better . This argument had no scientific basis, but it suited Grandpa's tastes perfectly. Grandpa, being an old-fashioned man,
didn't really believe in advanced technology, and after Dad's explanation, he also felt that a grandchild grown in a hospital culture chamber wasn't reliable. Dad
then said that he should find a surrogate mother. As long as he was willing to pay, finding a young woman to carry the child
wouldn't be a problem.

The matter was settled, and Grandpa told Dad to find a surrogate mother. Grandpa was busy and never asked who the surrogate mother
Dad had found was.

A few months later, Grandpa was surprised to find that Aunt's belly was very large. Grandpa was furious and asked
what was going on. Aunt said matter-of-factly that it was nothing serious, just carrying a child for her brother.

Grandpa angrily called Dad over, and only then did he understand that Aunt was the surrogate mother.

Aunt shrugged and said, "It was my decision to be a surrogate mother; it has nothing to do with my brother."

A young woman with such a large belly—Grandpa was enraged. Aunt, however, was unfazed.
Although Grandpa was angry, he couldn't hit her because of her large belly. Besides, the child in her belly was
the child that Grandpa and Grandpa had agreed upon for both families; abortion wouldn't be right. With Dad's persuasion, Grandpa finally agreed to let Aunt give birth to
the child .

However, when my aunt gave birth, an unexpected accident occurred that my grandfather hadn't anticipated.

My aunt gave birth to triplets. First, my eldest sister, then my second sister, and then me.

"You're having a baby for your brother's nephew, how come you have three children?"

My aunt, having already given birth, became even more self-righteous: "Who knows where these two girls came from? I have so many
boyfriends , who knows what might happen?"

It turned out that my aunt was already pregnant with my two older sisters at the time, and the older sisters were, of course, my father's children. But they were afraid that my grandfather
wouldn't allow them to keep the babies, so they went to the hospital and used IVF to put me into her uterus. This way, they could legitimately
claim that she was carrying my nephew, and although my grandfather was stubborn, it wouldn't be convenient for him to force her to have an abortion.

After this incident, the relationship between my aunt and grandfather deteriorated even further, and even my father was affected. However, my aunt
never revealed who my sisters' father was. Only my aunt and father knew the truth.

⊥ And so, I was born. But at that time, my father and mother were not yet married. After I was born, I
lived with my two older sisters and was cared for by my aunt. In fact, in my childhood memories, my aunt was more like my mother than my
mother.

When my mother was sixteen, she tried her hand at the entertainment industry. The entertainment industry is very image-conscious, and my existence became a
secret .

From any perspective, my mother was a perfect woman. Her debut album was a nationwide
hit , with everyone scrambling to buy it. My mother was beautiful and sang well; she easily became
a miracle in the entertainment industry.

At this time, because of an arranged marriage between our two families, my grandfather ordered my father to pursue my mother. It
couldn't be the woman pursuing the man, could it?

My father received my grandfather's order but was very unwilling. Although my mother was beautiful and a goddess in many people's
hearts , he already had my aunt in his heart; how could he accept my mother? My father pursued my mother
reluctantly, and my mother ignored my father's subtle pursuit.

The turning point came at a meeting between the two families.

My mother had countless fans and suitors at the time. Of course, my mother never paid any attention to these suitors. At
sixteen , she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

In front of both families, my grandfather praised my mother highly, saying that his son was not good enough for her. Although
Grandpa being polite, it was the truth. Dad was excellent, but compared to Mom, who was like a goddess, he seemed
quite ordinary. There were countless handsome men around Mom who were a million times more outstanding than Dad. Frankly,
Dad had hit the jackpot in this marriage.

When Grandpa jokingly asked Mom how she felt about Dad, the simple and straightforward Mom directly stated her
thoughts: "He's just average, I don't feel anything."

Hearing Mom's assessment of him, Dad's pride was suddenly aroused. Before,
when Grandpa encouraged Dad to pursue Mom, Dad refused, and Grandpa always scolded him for being incompetent.

Now, Mom was being so rude to Dad, clearly acknowledging his incompetence and unworthiness,
which made Dad feel unprecedentedly humiliated. "

I don't pursue you because I don't like you, not because I can't win you over! You're
a goddess in other people's eyes, but in my heart, you're less than a hair on my sister's head," Dad silently thought.

From then on, Dad began to pursue Mom relentlessly. However, Mom was an ice queen in everyone's eyes, always keeping
everyone at arm's length. My mother had so many suitors, too many to count, but she
wouldn't even glance at any of them, including my father.

My father tried many methods to woo her, but all were met with rejection.

Just when all her suitors thought this icy beauty was unconquerable, my father suddenly had
a brilliant idea. That was me!

Although I was born to my aunt, I was still my mother's son, so using me as a pretext to ask her out was perfect
.

"I liked you the moment I saw you. You were so cute back then, like a doll, chubby and
always crying and wanting me to hold you," my mother often talks about the past. But I was too young then and
have no memory of it. Whenever she mentions embarrassing things I did as a child, I spank her as punishment.
Of course, I never spank her hard.

With me as the bridge, my parents' relationship quickly warmed up. My mother was a big star back then, always sneaking around...
I would sneak out to meet my dad and me, enjoying a brief period of family life as a family of three.

When my mother turned eighteen, she finally made a decision: to leave the entertainment industry and marry my father!

She felt she had fallen in love with him, and he loved her too. With an engagement and a son, marriage seemed
perfectly natural .

This is what all of my mother's fans know about: her retiring from the entertainment industry to marry into a wealthy family.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly; my parents had obtained their marriage certificate, and the wedding date was set.
However, on the wedding day, my father told my mother, "I have never loved you. There is no future for us
."

With that, he turned and left.

The wedding not taking place was naturally a huge problem. But my grandfather and maternal grandfather worked together to
suppress the matter. Everyone thought my parents had successfully married, unaware that although they had obtained their marriage certificate
, they were not actually married.

My grandfather was furious and fell seriously ill, dying soon after, leaving his estate to my father.

Later, when I grew up, I understood the truth behind it all. My father's initial pursuit of my mother was not without ulterior
motives , which earned him my aunt's approval. However, my mother was too beautiful, and my father
inevitably became somewhat smitten during the pursuit. So he planned to marry my mother openly while secretly maintaining his relationship with my aunt.

My aunt, in her youth, was a very jealous woman, insisting that my brother belonged to her alone and
refusing to share him.

From the moment my father decided to marry my mother, my aunt constantly argued with him.
After they actually got their marriage certificate, the arguments reached their peak.

My aunt said, "If you marry that woman, you'll never see me and my two daughters again."

My father thought my aunt was just talking nonsense and didn't take it seriously. Then, in a fit of rage, my aunt orchestrated
an accident that killed her clone and the clones of my two sisters.

My aunt was very clever; the accident was perfectly planned. Everyone thought she and my two sisters were really
dead, unaware that it was actually the clones who died, while my aunt and my sisters survived as clones.

My father was heartbroken by my aunt's death. Then he realized that the person he loved most had always been his aunt. In his
despair , he discovered that his aunt and sister were not actually dead, but had become his
"inheritance" as citizens of Cologne.

Knowing his aunt was alive, his father was overjoyed, but also a little troubled, because his aunt had already been
declared dead by the authorities. Her accident was too perfectly planned; now, no one
would believe her.

Furthermore, getting a national authority to change a pre-determined death was no easy task.

His aunt, however, was unconcerned. She knew her father had a secret: he
was deeply interested in BDSM and sex slavery. Hearing his melancholy, she smiled.

"Brother, I'll just stay a Cologne citizen. I'll be your property, your sex
slave , your flesh toy. I'll give you myself and my daughter. You can do whatever you want with us. I just want
to keep you here."

His father, initially hesitant, was overjoyed by his aunt's words. Young and carefree, he didn't think
too much and happily accepted his aunt's proposal.

Then came the annulment of my father's wedding, followed by his move to a villa where he spent his days "training" my aunt.
During that time, my aunt was infatuated with my father; she said she wanted not only to be his sex slave but also to
raise her two daughters to be his sex slaves from a young age. My father, however, had another plan. He wanted to raise his daughters to be outstanding individuals before
using them as sex slaves, which would give him a greater sense of accomplishment. My

aunt eventually agreed to my father's plan.

My two older sisters grew up, becoming increasingly beautiful and
excelling in their studies and other aspects of life, envied by many. But they were unaware that they were originally from Cologne, and legally
, they were merely my father's property.

I grew up with my two older sisters, so we naturally knew nothing of my father and aunt's affair. From childhood to adulthood, my
two older sisters and I lived happily. My sisters were superior to me in every way. However, they always took good care of me,
vying to show their sisterly generosity and care in front of me, constantly calling me "little brother."
When , I always thought my aunt was my mother, and that they were my biological sisters, which they were indeed my biological sisters.

It wasn't until I was ten and returned to my mother's side that I learned I wasn't actually my aunt's biological son, but rather
an adopted son.

A major event happened when I was ten: my maternal grandfather passed away. After his death, my mother, as his
sole heir, was supposed to inherit all his property, but she hid in a cryopreservation chamber and refused to come out.

Let me explain what a cryopreservation chamber is. A cryopreservation chamber, also known as an absolute zero cryopreservation chamber, is
used to preserve living organisms. We know that as early as the 20th century, humans used cell cryopreservation technology to preserve living organisms. For example, sperm can be cryopreserved in
liquid nitrogen , remaining intact indefinitely. When needed, it can be thawed and revived.

Today, the technology for cryopreservation of the entire human body is fully feasible. The cryopreservation chamber is
one such method. My full-function human body control system also includes a cryopreservation chamber function. In a cryopreservation chamber, a person is
completely frozen and sealed at absolute zero degrees Celsius. No matter how long they stay inside, after thawing, they will not age
or change appearance; they will remain in the same state as before entering the chamber.

For example, you could be a twenty-year-old young man who hides in a cryopreservation chamber for fifty years. Fifty years later, when you
emerge, you'll still be a twenty-year-old young man, while your peers will be seventy-
year-old elders. This isn't time stopping, but rather, at absolute zero, all your bodily functions
cease, and naturally, you won't age.

Many women like to hide in a "time-stopping closet" when they have nothing to do. In the closet, one doesn't age.
The time spent in this closet accumulates over many years, and their actual biological age is far less than their legal
age , making them look younger than their "peers." This is the first secret to maintaining youth.

After Dad broke off the engagement, Mom hid in the time-stopping closet and refused to come out. Because of Dad's
fervent pursuit during those days, Mom had fallen in love with him and naively believed that he loved her. She said she would
wait in the closet until the day Dad wanted to remarry her and take her out.

It was because her father didn't come out, and her grandfather passed away. After the funeral, her mother still
refused to come out of the "still life" cupboard.

Her father, of course, wouldn't marry her, but to persuade her not to escape reality by hiding in the cupboard, he came up with
a good idea: to have her raise me.

I still clearly remember seeing my mother again when I was ten. She was so beautiful; I
always thought I was seeing a goddess.

Later, I learned that my mother had actually liked to hide in the cupboard to preserve her youth for a long time. When she
was eighteen, her actual age was only a little over sixteen. After her marriage to her father failed, she hid
away , and when I saw her again, her actual biological age was not yet seventeen.

My mother, not yet seventeen, was like a flower, like an angel.

After I was born, every time I came home from school, my mother would come out of the cupboard and spend two hours with me, talking to me and
doing my homework with me. My mother was not only beautiful but also gentle and kind. Of course, when I made mistakes, she would also use
her maternal authority to discipline me. I grew to love my mother more and more.

But Mom still deeply loved Dad. Aside from spending time with me, she spent the rest of her time hiding in the closet. She said Dad would
one realize his mistake and come to marry her, so she couldn't grow old.

This continued until I was fifteen. At fifteen, I understood many things, but
because Mom spent all her time in the still closet, she was only eighteen. I often joked that Mom would be
younger than me in a few years, and hearing this would remind her of Dad, her eyes filled with melancholy. Seeing Mom sad,
I would tease her by calling her "sister," and she would pretend to be angry, twisting my ear and saying I was disrespectful.

I didn't know how far one could love someone, but seeing Mom still waiting for Dad, I felt
it was all worthless.

Although I was young then, I was no longer naive. A year earlier, I had accidentally discovered Dad
and Aunt's secret. They had exhausted their options and were bored, so Dad dragged me into it, to
"train" Aunt.

Aunt was unwilling, but she was Dad's sex slave and had to obey her master completely. So, at
my father's insistence, she became our shared sex slave.

Because I became another master to my aunt, I gradually learned everything about my father and aunt
.

Since my mother was still immersed in the emotions of that time and couldn't escape them, I tried to persuade her not to
wait for my father anymore, that he would never come back to her.

But my mother wouldn't listen to me. I don't know if all women in love are so persistent, but
my mother was clearly a persistent person.

To persuade her to give up, I had to tell her some things about my father. Soon, my mother learned that my father
was a pervert who liked SM, and that my aunt had orchestrated an accident, offering herself to
my father . I told her she couldn't wait for my father back because she could never defeat my aunt who had given everything to him.

My mother didn't believe me at first, then cried several times until her eyes were swollen. I thought my mother would
finally give up; as long as she stopped being obsessed with my father, I would be happy no matter what she did, because I love my mother.

Who knew that my mother would make a decision that surprised me greatly.

That day, Mom told me she was no longer bothered by Dad's relationship and wanted to go away to clear her head. She said she might
not be back for a long time and that I should stay at my aunt's house from now on.

I thought it was a good thing, so I agreed. Then Mom asked me to deliver a letter to Dad,
instructing me to make sure it was delivered and not to lose it.

I agreed, of course. But when I handed the letter to Dad, he wouldn't accept it. He said he and Mom
had no relationship anymore and told me to return the letter.

I guessed the letter would just contain Mom calling Dad a pervert, a liar, and
saying he deceived her feelings, so I figured if he wouldn't accept it, so be it.

When I got home, Mom was gone.

She left so quickly. I sighed, but instead of going to my aunt's house immediately, I
spent several days alone at Mom's villa researching SM techniques.

During those days, I became quite addicted to training my aunt, wanting to surprise her with something.
Of course, Mom couldn't know about this, but now that she wasn't there, I could study it without worry.

A few days later, after studying diligently behind closed doors, I felt my SM skills had improved again. Suddenly
, I realized my mother was gone, and I missed her terribly.

When she was alive, I didn't feel anything, but now that she's gone, I felt a sudden pang of loss, as if
something incredibly important in my life was missing. Is this what the bond between mother and child feels like?

"Mom didn't even leave me a phone number," I complained, but my eyes fell on her letter.

"It's okay to read it," I thought. Seeing her beautiful handwriting was a
comfort .

But reading the letter made it feel incredibly heavy.

The letter read:

Husband:

Please forgive me for addressing you this way. You always wanted me to call you that, but I never did. I often said
that once we were married, I could call you that, and today I will. Because I am your lover and
your legal wife. We have a marriage certificate, and we are still married today.

Our son has told me everything. I know you like SM, you like sex slaves. Although I don't like these
things, I'm willing to do anything for you.

Your sister gave herself to you, didn't she? What she can do, I can do too. I bought a full-
function control device; I heard it's the most advanced thing for training female slaves. I don't know anything about this kind of thing, I just
looked it up online, I hope you like it.

When you come to my house, I'll be waiting for you in the control device.

I will be your private property from now on. Our son is still young, I hope you can keep these things from him.

Love, your wife.

has zero IQ? Aunt was crazy enough, I didn't expect Mom to be the same. But Mom, Dad
truly Aunt, not you, what you're doing isn't worth it at all!

I was just about to find out which room Mom kept the full-function human body control device in, so I could release her.>
Just then, my father called.

"What happened? The court told me your mother is dead. And in her will, I'm listed as the heir!
I told her long ago that I have nothing to do with her. I really don't know what she's thinking! Come over here
right now ."

I knew it wasn't my mother who died, but her son from Cologne. My mother used the same method as my aunt.
My mother seems incredibly intelligent, but she's actually a really foolish woman.

But I still rushed to my father's side as fast as I could, my heart churning like a stormy sea. I hesitated
whether to tell my father the truth, but I found him quite indifferent to my mother's death. My heart was

filled with turmoil .
How could I watch my mother become my father's toy?

I decided not to tell him.

Dad waved to the lawyer and said, "This woman is my legal wife, but
she has nothing to do with me. You can transfer all the property in her will to me and her son."

Dad gave me Mom's inheritance. The property transfer was completed quickly. Looking at Mom's estate
list quickly found one item: clones.

I took a deep breath: Mom is now my property, what should I do?

Chapter 3 Mom's Orders

I told my second sister about Dad, Aunt, and other members of the previous generation, but her face grew increasingly red.

"What's wrong with the water you gave me just now?" My second sister suddenly interrupted me and asked sharply.

(She's quick-witted; she noticed something was wrong so soon.)

I slapped my forehead and laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry, second sister, the water you drank was originally meant for
Mom. We often put aphrodisiacs in the water to enhance the mood."

"You bastard!" my second sister cursed angrily.

"I'm really sorry, second sister, do you want me to help you?" I moved closer to my second sister.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" My second sister shouted three times in a row, her emotions running high.

I nodded and said, "Okay, second sister, I'll do as you say. Do you want me to come back
later ?"

"Get as far away from me as you can!" My second sister's eyes were practically shooting fire.

"Okay." I walked to the door, nodded to my second sister, "Then I'll come see you again tomorrow."

I closed the door and summoned my holographic projection.

My beautiful second sister's face was flushed, her legs tightly pressed together, rubbing back and forth. It seemed that the aphrodisiac had made her feel very
uncomfortable .

I knew my second sister was a strong girl, and some things couldn't be rushed.

I didn't want to use too harsh methods of discipline, because she was, after all, my own sister.

So I'd take it slow.

When I returned to the bedroom, my eyes lit up. Thanks to my sister's intrusion, I temporarily allowed my mother to get
dressed. My mother was wearing a snow-white shirt and a snow-white short skirt. Underneath the skirt, her
two jade-like legs were covered with snow-white stockings.

My mother was dressed entirely in white from head to toe. Combined with her jet-black hair and beautiful face, she was practically a
living angel. No, even angels couldn't be this beautiful; she was the angel of angels.

Although my mother had been my sex slave for many years, due to the "static locker," she was
only 18 years old back then, while I was 15. After my mother became my property, I didn't want her to grow old. So
whenever I had something to do, I would put her in the static locker, only taking her out to "train" her when I had free time.

Because of this, my mother's actual age is still that of a young woman in her early twenties,
younger than me.

Now, seeing this angelic young woman before me, I couldn't help but wonder if not letting my mother wear clothes was
the worst decision I had ever made.

I quickly pulled down my pants and pounced on my mother, embracing her. My mother gasped, instinctively feeling
my large penis pressing between her legs.

"Why are you so eager? Don't tell me you want to make love to me again?" Mom's bright eyes 　　blinked
as she looked at me, like a still autumn lake. I lightly patted Mom's bottom and said, "Don't say 'make love,' just beg me." 　　Mom blushed. To be honest, Mom is a woman who blushes easily. After all these years of my "training," I really can't understand what she has to be shy about. But she still blushes so easily, which I find utterly baffling . 　　However, I really enjoy seeing her blush. Sometimes when she gives me oral sex, I clearly intend to ejaculate deep into her throat for her to swallow, but seeing her face turn red, I still can't resist pulling out just before ejaculating and spraying my thick, white semen all over her rosy cheeks. It gives me a special sense of accomplishment. 　　Hearing my command, Mom blushed again and whispered, "Master, your slutty slave begs you to insert your big cock into my pussy." 　　I pressed her down on the bed and whispered in her ear, "Will you let me fuck you now?" 　　Mom whimpered and hugged me tightly, whispering, "Your slave isn't ready yet. You can punish your slave anytime, but I beg you to touch my breasts first, and wait until my pussy is full of me." 　　I slipped my hand inside Mom's shirt and pulled down her bra, revealing her large breasts . I vigorously rubbed them, and Mom let out an alluring moan. 　　I loved playing with Mom's breasts. Perhaps because I hadn't tasted them as a child, I never wanted to let go of them when I held them ; they were my most beloved toys. 　　Mom also loved it when I rubbed her breasts; every time I did, I could feel her getting wet very quickly. 　　This time was no exception. Reluctantly, I moved one hand away from Mom's breast and placed it on her thigh . 　　My mother's skin was smooth and felt wonderful. She was wearing white stockings that went all the way up to her thighs, which also felt nice. My hand slid down her thighs and under her skirt, feeling that her panties were already wet . 　　My mother felt me teasing her clitoris through her panties and quickly said, "Master, please let me take off my clothes so you can enjoy me, okay?"

I used my index and middle fingers to pull her panties aside, pinching her clitoris between my fingers, and said, "Mom,
tell me clearly how you want me to enjoy you."

"Use your big cock to penetrate my pussy, fuck my pussy, and shoot inside my pussy."

I kissed my mother's face; her face was flushed and burning hot, whether from shyness or passion, I didn't know.

"No need to take off your clothes, I want to fuck you with your clothes on today."

Without allowing my mother to object, I straightened up and hoisted her long legs onto my shoulders. My mother's legs
were soft, and her body was soft too. I often said that even an inflatable doll wasn't as soft as her.

With my mother's legs raised, I noticed that her snow-white stockings matched her skin tone perfectly. Snow-white against
snow-white, nothing could be more perfect. If there are angels in this world, then the angel is beneath me. If there are goddesses in this
world , then the goddess is my mother.

I reached my hands under her skirt to her waist, and pulled down a small pair of panties. Her panties were indeed
snow-white, with sticky wet stains in the middle.

I pulled my mother's panties down to her knees, then stopped, pushing her legs up
to examine . My mother didn't have much pubic hair, even though I had shaved it several times, it still wasn't thick when it grew back. Now
her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, like a pointing arrow, pointing to my mother's alluring vulva.

Because I had repaired my mother's hymen early that morning, and played a game of virgin rape, discipline, and humiliation with her
, her vulva was still red and swollen.

I touched my mother's vulva, my hand covered in her vaginal fluid. I asked, "Mom, does it still hurt?"

My mother smiled, a beautiful smile: "It hurts, but I'm used to it. If you feel sorry
for me , use your big cock to relieve the pain."

I pressed my cock against my mother's vulva, and she instinctively trembled.

But I didn't immediately insert it, instead, I lowered my head and kissed her.

My mother stuck out her nimble little tongue and kissed me passionately. As I kissed my mother,
I thrust my penis deeper and deeper into her vagina, until it reached the very end.

Once it was fully inside, I looked up and asked, "Mom, will my penis
stop the pain?"

My mother playfully replied, "Not now, but moving will."

"Why?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, saying, "Because if you fuck Mom, Mom will
feel good and won't feel pain."

I slowly began to move, my penis sliding back and forth inside her, and asked, "Mom, are you
really not in pain?"

She gripped me tightly, saying, "Being fucked by my son, even pain is pleasurable!"

After so many sweet words and so much foreplay, I felt her vagina was wet enough
, so I quickly increased the speed of my thrusts.

My mother soon opened her mouth slightly and began to moan. Her flushed face became increasingly adorable. After
years of my training, my mother's body was extremely sensitive. With my rapid thrusting, she quickly lost control of her desire.
Her beautiful legs, clad in stockings, stretched between us, twisted back and forth. Unfortunately, her knees
were bound by her panties, preventing her from moving freely, but this only fueled my lust.

Feeling particularly aroused, I shouted, "Belts!"

The bed my mother and I slept in wasn't an ordinary bed, but a voice-controlled, multi-functional SM bed.

Hearing my shout, the mechanism on the bed activated, and three belts sprang out, binding my mother.

My mother, who had been aroused by my penetration, was suddenly bound like a dumpling, unable to move, and
all her pleasure immediately vanished. I, however, was relentless, continuing to fuck her with my large penis.

Under my frenzied thrusting, Mom couldn't move, only able to moan loudly, "Ahhh...ah...
ah...Master...Master...ah—ah!"

I felt Mom's whole body tremble violently, her vagina tightening, and without hesitation, I gave her a few hard thrusts.
I pulled my penis out completely, then thrust it in again to the hilt!

"Ah..." Mom's voice became incredibly high-pitched, and her already muddy flower path was now pouring with
rain.

I stopped, gently wiping the sweat from Mom's forehead, and asked, "What's wrong,
wife ?"

Mom squinted her eyes and said with great enjoyment, "Just now, your slave was fucked so hard by your master that she lost her virginity."

I leaned down and kissed her, but my big cock remained inside her, refusing to be pulled out.

I said, "Call me husband now."

Mom called out in a seductive voice like a newlywed, "Husband, I love you."

I tugged at the hem of her stockings and said, "Wife, I love you too."

Then I patted her white buttocks and said, "Have you rested enough? Husband's going to do it again."

Before Mom could answer, I thrust into her again.

Mom wanted to say something, but it got stuck in her throat, leaving only "ah ah" sounds echoing,
blending the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, creating a beautiful melody.

Mom's orgasm came even faster this time than last time, and I didn't want to hold back. While I was fucking her hard,
I asked , "Mom, where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside... ah... cum in Mom's... uterus..."

Mom, of course, didn't know if I would listen to her. I could cum wherever I wanted; as a sex slave,
she had no right to object.

But this time, I still listened to her.

I tried to regulate the rhythm, and when my mother reached her climax, I lost control, my large penis reaching
the deepest part of her vagina, spraying streams of thick semen into her womb, which belonged to me.

After the passion subsided, I loosened the belt binding my mother. My mother immediately tried to get up and lick my penis clean.

I held her down, preventing her from getting up, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts
and fondling them gently.

My mother lay on the bed, like a water lily after the rain, breathtakingly beautiful.

"I want to discuss something with you," my goddess suddenly said.

"Discuss?" Since becoming my slave, my mother hadn't used that word in a long time, and I couldn't help but
feel suspicious.

I gently pinched the small bud on my mother's nipple and asked, "How do you want to discuss this? Is it a slave's
request ? Or a wife's suggestion?"

I said, pinching the small bud in my hand again; this little thing was really fun to play with when it got hard. "Or
is it Mother's order?"

"This is Mother's order!" The beauty beneath me suddenly straightened her face, then couldn't help but
laugh , asking, "Is it alright?"

"Of course!" I laughed too. "I haven't heard Mother's order in many years. As long as Mother gives
the order, even if it means going through fire and water, your own son will carry it out. Just give the order!"

"Hehe." Mother took my hand. "How could Mother bear to give such an order? I just have a
request , consider it... consider it a wife's suggestion."

I knelt down beside her, kissed her, and said, "No, Mother's order is Mother's order.
Tell me , I will definitely listen."

"Really?" I noticed that Mother's eyes suddenly lit up.

What kind of order would Mother give? I took a deep breath. Whatever it was, I would
listen . Although my mother was my slave, I loved her far more than I loved myself.

I knew she loved me deeply too; she had given me everything she could. For
so many years as my sex slave, she had satisfied all my perverse desires and demands. I couldn't even remember the last time she disobeyed me
. And now, I was no longer the naive
boy . I thought, if my mother's request was to stop being my sex slave and become my empress, I would immediately
agree. I owed my mother so much, so much that I could never repay her in several lifetimes. " 　　Tell me," my mother said, laughing,

"except for the request to castrate myself, I'll do whatever you say." 　　I feigned surprise, saying, "Mother, your request isn't to castrate myself, is it? Since you've given such an order, I have no choice!" 　　"Hahahaha," my mother laughed, reaching out her slender hand to grasp my limp penis, saying, "If you really castrate yourself, I won't live either. What 's ?" 　　"What exactly is your request, Mom? Tell me quickly!" 　　Mom withdrew her hand after touching my penis, and lifted her chin, saying, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I've wanted to tell you, but I felt that a sex slave had no right to say this." 　　I got annoyed and said, "Mom, you only remember that you're a sex slave. Don't forget, you're also my wife who tells me everything, and you're the mother I respect and love for the rest of my life." 　　I lay down in her arms and asked, "Do you want a little bit of dignity, Mom?" 　　Mom shook her head and said, "I want... I want to stop using contraception. If I get pregnant... if I get pregnant, I'll give birth , okay?" 　　I laughed, "Mom hesitated for so long just for this? I thought it was something trivial." 　　Mom laughed too and said, "It's good that you don't object." 　　I licked Mom's nipple, and one hand reached towards Mom's lower abdomen. 　　Mom wants to have a child for me. 　　Mom placed her hand on my hand that was touching her lower abdomen and whispered, "I wish you were my biological son." 　　I suckled her nipple and said, "What's wrong with it now?" 　　Mom said, "I always feel a little regretful, like a part of me was taken away by your aunt." 　　"Hehe." I laughed, "I don't regret it at all. If Mom had given birth to me, I wouldn't have been able to take away Mom's virginity." 　　Mom was a very conservative woman. She hadn't had a relationship with Dad before marriage. And Dad broke off the engagement on the day of their wedding, allowing Mom to remain a virgin. It wasn't until I grew up that Mom's bud was opened by her first man, me. 　　"By the way, Mom, didn't you want to see the video? When is it?" 　　Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's watch the first time we did it. Let's see how you took my virginity ." 　　"Hehe." I scratched my head and laughed a little awkwardly. 　　"What's wrong?" Mom asked. 　　"To be honest, every time I watch this with you, I'm afraid you'll blame me." 　　Mom laughed, a sweet laugh. "How could I? Every time I watch this, I feel so warm and fuzzy. You're my first man, and my only man. I'll always belong to you. That 's the only thing I can be proud of compared to your aunt." 　　I hugged Mom and laughed, "Mom, why are you still competing with your aunt? You're gentler, younger . You're my favorite. No one can compare to you in my heart. Isn't that enough?" 　　Mom tilted her head, leaning against me, and said, "But she gave birth to you, she's your first woman , and she taught you how to be a man. She also has two daughters to give you." 　　I smiled. Every woman has a bit of jealousy, and given Mom's honesty with me, she naturally wouldn't hide these things from me . I knew she was just complaining about it a couple of times. Actually, my aunt was also . This minor disagreement didn't disrupt our family harmony; on the contrary, when I was simultaneously "training" both my mother and aunt, their competitive performance only added to my pleasure. 　　I didn't... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...and then... a video of my mother losing her virginity. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued) Thank you for sharing! It's very engaging! The writing is good, relatively delicate. Is it original? I feel like I haven't read this before. Although the title is direct, the content doesn't feel like lust ruined the warmth; instead, it highlights the love between mother and son through desire. This one is quite stimulating; the mother and son are like two people in love! Interesting. It fills the reader with fantasies about future technology. The distribution of lust and emotion is quite appropriate. It's a very good piece of chaotic writing; the opening sequence was very captivating. I like this kind of writing. Keep up the good work next time!

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Well written, the mother-son affection naturally arises when it's deep, a classic incestuous story. Did I read that right at the end? A recording of the first time losing one's virginity...

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