My mom is my flesh toy.

Chapter 1 My Mother 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 technology so
advanced now, holographic projection is widely used. However, the holographic projection recording system in my house is the best on the market—
high definition, high fidelity, 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 by a landslide
. This is the eighteenth consecutive year she has won by a landslide, an absolute
goddess in people's hearts.
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, fans still remember her fondly, and her once pure
voice is still a frequently requested hit on major radio stations.
Many fans are concerned about her current situation, but no one knows exactly how she's doing. Every
fan can enthusiastically recount 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 as for how their goddess is doing now, perhaps only I in the whole world know. Because I am her only
son, and privately, her master, her owner, her husband. Every day, I penetrate her
tight little hole with my large penis, making her emit intoxicating moans that have captivated countless fans.
Now, the goddess in the projection lies quietly, completely naked, instead
bound hand and foot. 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 zoomed out and changed the angle to see her reaction. Although I could
enjoy this clip countless times in future 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, followed by
complete 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 and how intense her reaction was when we first played this game . 　　I stood up, opened the door, and prepared to enter the goddess's room. Yes, the room where the goddess was tied up was right next to 　　mine; what I had just watched was a live projection from that room. 　　I always used holographic projection 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 from her 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 with my mother 　　, 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 cursed me loudly, constantly threatening 　　me, and crying her heart out. I almost felt sorry for her. 　　But I was young and impetuous then, not understanding how to be considerate of my mother, and I ruthlessly continued the training. However, 　　after exhausting my efforts and finally turning my proud mother into a completely submissive sex slave, I got 　　bored after a few days. My mother is gentle, kind, loves me, and cares for me. How could a loyal and obedient 　　female animal compare? So I used the control device to restore my mother's memories. 　　After her memories returned, my mother was angry for several days because I had been too violent towards her. But she couldn't resist my 　　gentle persuasion 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… and now, I…

I can't remember how many times we've played this game; I'd probably have to check the video to know for sure. I only remember
my mom's memories of being ten years old causing her to beg for mercy, and my mom's memories of being five years old causing her to wet the bed...
But today, my mom's memories of being only twelve years old are strangely smiling at me, which is really bothering me.
To be honest, my mom is becoming increasingly unmanageable.
Hearing my question, my mom smiled and said, "I don't recognize you, but I know you are my Prince Charming
."
Huh? My twelve-year-old mom is fantasizing about Prince Charming? But in this situation, she shouldn't still be fantasizing, right? Girl
, you're tied up, have some sense of danger, okay?
Should I play Prince Charming with her this time? I hesitated. We've played this game with her twelve-year-old self before
, but this is the first time Prince Charming has appeared.
I tentatively asked, "Why do you think I'm your Prince Charming?"
Mom laughed, a naive laugh, "I don't know, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were my
Prince Charming."
Hearing this, I was speechless. Was this love at first sight? What kind of love at first sight was this? She
was naked and tied up, and a man walked in, and she thought he was her Prince Charming? Had she
no shame?
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 was raping her for no reason, and she
agreed so quickly! I hadn't even started training her yet!
I took off my clothes and roughly thrust my large penis into Mom's vagina, tearing her newly repaired hymen
apart again. Mom trembled, trying to hug me, but I slapped her.
Mom seemed helpless, and finally, during my thrusting, she began to cry softly.
Seeing her cry, I breathed a sigh of relief.
That's more like it. Just now, she didn't seem like she was facing rape at all; she was just a sexually frustrated
woman in heat, not the stubborn, unyielding mother I repeatedly conquered.
I happily ejaculated inside her, pulled out my large penis, and brought it to her mouth, saying, "Lick it for me."
Mom hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything. I impatiently pressed her head down, and she obediently began to lick it
.
Seeing Mom so compliant, I couldn't help but lament that the mother who had angrily bitten my penis, the one who
still chilled me to the bone, was gone forever.
Mom obediently cleaned my penis, a satisfied expression on her tear-streaked face, which made
my head spin again.
"Why are you so obedient?"
Mom parted her cherry lips slightly, answering without hesitation, "I don't know why, I just feel that you wouldn't hurt
me. I feel that 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 actually excused my act of raping 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 than in novels
! 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 steadfast mother?
The subsequent training went exceptionally smoothly. No matter what I asked for, my mother would agree. I found many reasons
, even no reason at all, to hit her. Although she felt a little wronged, she silently endured it all. And learning
to behave like a slave, she even had to apologize to me.
In the evening, 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 I hit you, you bitch?"
My mother, barely off the rocking horse, knelt down hastily, saying, "This bitch doesn't know, please
punish me, Master."
I pulled her hair, dragging her between my legs, and said, "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, red vagina, which I had already played with, asking:
"Why are you so obedient? Tell the truth!"
Mother, clearly afraid to lie to her stern master, hurriedly replied, "This slave doesn't know. This slave
just feels from the bottom of my 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 she is my sex slave, and that slaves must obey their masters—
these thoughts are 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, that was
a memory from when she was 18. My 18-year-old mother is the one I like to train the most, and the one I've trained the most. But back then
, she was older, knew shame, knew how to hide her emotions, and knew how to resist obviously unreasonable instincts
. So even though she submitted quickly then, she was still somewhat hypocritical.
Now, she has the mind of a twelve-year-old girl, and it's still easy for her to express her emotions. Even 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 training anymore . 　　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 difficult." 　　"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 　　anything unusual 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 hadn't felt all day of disciplining her 　　. 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 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 for life, 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 your word later 　　." 　　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 with the wall. It was not visible normally, but 　　it would open when I called it. 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 reproachful 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, rationality had taken over again. To avoid 　　me laughing at her recent 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, and 　　will be my sex slave for life." 　　Mom, who had been trying to appear strong, was brought back to reality by my words, and her face turned bright red 　　. She released her grip on my ear, but unwillingly slapped my bottom, saying, "It's all your 　　fault, you've turned Mom into this. So, Master, how will you play with me next? I'll do whatever you 　　say." 　　I cupped Mom's face and laughed, "No more playing. You're clever, only choosing to be a sex slave. I'm 　　in trouble now, I still have to try to be a good son and a good husband." 　　Mom's pretty face tightened, and she said, "You can also choose to be only my master." 　　I inserted my fingers into her vagina, pulled out a handful of nectar, and... "Mom," I said, licking my lips, "are you holding 　　a grudge and bringing up old scores? I've told you before, I was wrong before, you can punish me however you want. But 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 used to train me. Please, Master, pull up our first video, I really want to see it." 　　I cleared my throat, preparing to pull up the video. The holographic projection video was 　　part of the villa's automated system, and I was the only one with ultimate control over it. From the first day Mom fell into my hands, 　　I had recorded her every second, so of course I would grant her wish to see it. 　　However, just as I was about to turn on the video, 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 and wealthy families, my private villa is equipped with a fully automated security system 　　; not even a mouse can get in. Moreover, the system will immediately notify me of any anomalies. But what lies before me...

A beautiful woman suddenly appeared in my house without any warning, which was truly unbelievable.
To bypass my villa's security system requires not only profound professional knowledge but also a thorough
understanding of my property. Without prior detailed knowledge, no one could simply break into my house; otherwise, they would either
be detected by the system or face certain death.
This beautiful woman was the most famous policewoman in the city's criminal investigation team, technically proficient beyond question, and
one of the very few people ever granted access to my villa. Therefore, she must have secretly figured out my
security system again. I actually knew long ago that this security system could stop everyone else, but not
her.
Sigh, I should have guessed she would sneak in again sooner or later. Once she did, she'd do it again. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let her go last time
.
When Mom saw someone come in, she gasped in surprise. Completely naked, she immediately wrapped herself in the blanket
and, blushing, asked me, "Where are my clothes?"
I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Mom hadn't worn clothes in a long time, and there weren't any provided for her in my room
. Sex slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. Where could she find them now that she wanted them?
Just then, the beautiful policewoman spoke up: "Aunt, don't be afraid, I will seek justice for you. Brother,
tell me clearly, what happened?"
This policewoman was my aunt's daughter, one of only three people in my family, my second sister.
I noticed her gaze was filled with disgust and disbelief, completely different from her usual gentleness, and I felt a bit
overwhelmed.
I was still naked, my large penis half-erect. To be honest, with my second sister
staring at me with such intense gaze, I really didn't know whether I should cover 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 utter disdain, my heart ached. From childhood, my second sister and I had the best relationship
; 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 heroic. 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 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 mind; 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 could 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 when she was angry
. Seeing her angry expression, I knew this time things 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, "And all this time I've been 　　so good to you!" 　　Blood trickled from my lip, but I casually wiped it away and said, "Second sister, what do you want to do?" 　　She wiped her tears and slowly said, "Actually, I expected this outcome. After you raped 　　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 honestly 　　. Although I've prepared for the worst, I really don't want to believe I have such a perverted brother 　　." 　　She could let go of the rape? 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?" 　　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 seek leniency." 　　"The same result again? After all these years, you really haven't changed at all." I sighed, 　　but remained completely calm. "I am indeed a pervert. But second sister, you came to my villa alone. Are n't you 　　afraid something might happen?"

My second sister frowned and said, "What could possibly happen? I've been to your house many times, and I
know your security system inside and out."
"Sigh, that's not what I meant." I shook my head and said, "Lock!"
Just 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 brother, my best
friend and family, to actually attack me. You've locked me up, what are you going to do next? Kill me to cover your tracks
? Have you become so heartless?"
I said calmly, "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 couldn't do anything to my SM-specific chair. Even if
she were an excellent police officer, she couldn't do anything to my expensive SM chair. However, even though she couldn't break free, she remained so
calm, and I had to admire her again.
"Wake up! Someone as grown as me suddenly disappearing wouldn't go unnoticed. Besides, 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's the one who found out about your unusual relationship with Aunt and told me. My coming here to investigate
was also her idea."
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're your own sisters
."
"I've decided. 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's definitely got feelings for me now. Also, use my property deed to resign their jobs."
"Sigh." My aunt sighed and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."
Hearing my aunt agree so readily, I was also somewhat surprised. You know, it was she who strongly urged
me to 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 children
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 can 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 had long wanted to make my eldest and second sisters my sex toys
, 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 you're saying
?"
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 Aunt had hung up the phone, my second sister glared at me angrily.
Chapter Two: The Transferred Property
To be honest, I really admired my second sister.
Locked here by me, helpless, she showed only anger, not panic. Truly a
good policewoman.
Soon, the anger on her face 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
shifted my gaze down to her chest. Even through the police uniform, I could see that her breasts were large and beautiful, making the uniform
stand out high.
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 always 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 a few relevant laws regarding human cloning.
First, clones are merely the private property of their owners (i.e., the owners of the property), possessing no human rights whatsoever
. The owners can do anything to them without breaking the law.
The initial purpose of cloning was for organ harvesting. For example, if my kidney failed, I could clone myself,
and then have the clone's healthy kidney removed for a transplant. The same applies if my heart failed; I could find a clone to donate my heart. Whether
the clone lives or dies after losing its heart is irrelevant.
Even today, this remains the primary use of cloning. Therefore, these days even pets like dogs and cats
have human rights; 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 undoubtedly
a tragedy for cloning.
Second, the identity of clones is protected by law. They possess full human rights in the presence of everyone except their owners
, and their clone identity is a top-secret privacy matter. The clone's owner can request relevant departments and individuals
to maintain confidentiality and refrain from discrimination against the clone.
This point seems contradictory to the previous one. Since clones are merely the private property of their owners and cannot be
considered human beings, why do they possess full human rights in the presence of others and have their clone identity kept secret?
The reason is that 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
do not 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 deceased parents; grandparents may want their cloned children
to care for their grandchildren in place of their deceased children, but they do not want the cloned parents of their grandchildren to be discriminated against.
It is precisely because of these reasons that clones, while merely property in the presence of their owners,
possess full human rights in the presence of others, and their identities can be kept secret and they cannot be discriminated against. Here, I'd also like to briefly introduce
some other relevant laws regarding cloning.
Third, generally, each person can only clone one version of themselves; cloning others is strictly prohibited. Cloning a minor requires
parental consent. Before a minor reaches adulthood, ownership of their clone belongs to their parents;
upon reaching adulthood, ownership automatically transfers to the cloned individual.
This is a regulation to prevent the misuse of cloning technology. Initially, when cloning technology first emerged, some people secretly cloned
celebrities to take home for sexual purposes, which was obviously not allowed. Later, the law strictly stipulated that cloning can only be limited to oneself.
A special case is a minor, such as a three-year-old child, who doesn't understand what cloning is; in this case, parental consent is required
.
Fourth, inheritance and transfer of clones. Clones are special property, belonging entirely to the owner and cannot
be transferred. Upon the death of the owner, the clone should generally be destroyed. However, the clone's direct relatives
(including parents, children, adoptive parents, and adopted children), spouse, and siblings have the right to inherit and can
transfer the clone among authorized heirs. Others do not have the right to own clone property outside of these relationships.
In any case, a clone can only be considered one piece of property.
Property involves issues such as inheritance and transfer. Historically, there have been
cases of women cloning themselves and selling themselves to others as sex slaves. Therefore, the law later stipulated that this was illegal, and sovereignty over a cloned person belongs solely
to the original person. However, due to situations where a son dies and a minor grandchild needs the cloned son's care
, to meet the needs of these individuals, the property of a cloned person 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 due to death long ago. Whatever I do with you is legal."
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 first. "Second sister, you've never known who your father is, have you? Aunt said she had a one-night stand and got pregnant
with you and my eldest sister, and doesn't know whose child it is. Let me tell you, that's not true. Your father
is actually 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
triplets, sharing the same father but different mothers. 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?" My second sister finally couldn't help but raise her voice.
Having been kept in the dark all along, my second sister had no idea how perverse my aunt had been in her younger days. I hesitated, unsure
how to explain.
"Second sister, we grew up together, did you ever like me?"
Hearing my direct question, my second sister's face flushed slightly. She said, slightly angrily, "I always considered
you my own brother, but who knew you…"
My brother? I smiled. I was indeed my second sister's brother.
However, not all women treat their brothers as just brothers.
My aunt was such a woman. My
aunt loved my father, and my father loved my aunt; their relationship seemed never to have been normal since childhood.
But this couldn't be known by my grandfather.
My grandfather only had my father and aunt as his children. As the future heirs of the family, they were burdened
with great expectations. Dad had always performed exceptionally well, while Aunt was naturally rebellious and constantly clashed with Grandpa.
Grandpa was very dissatisfied with Aunt, but he was unaware of the inappropriate relationship between Dad and Aunt.
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 Grandma had a very good relationship. Therefore,
it was quite normal for Grandpa to arrange a marriage for Dad and Grandma's only daughter, Mom, early on
. Mom was ten years younger than Dad and Aunt was two years younger. She was only twelve when the two families got engaged. Meanwhile, her fourteen-
year-old aunt was already deeply
in love with Dad. A year later, at fifteen, Aunt's love for Dad was so intense that she insisted on having a child with him
. Dad was very troubled by Aunt's willfulness. Aunt wasn't married, so how could Grandpa allow her to get pregnant and have a child
? Although in this day and age, it's possible to raise a child through IVF or assisted reproductive technologies
, the procedures for in-vitro fertilization at a hospital are numerous and impossible to hide from Grandpa.
While this was the logic, Aunt was never one to be persuaded by reason. She was very young then,
naive, and stubborn, and Dad couldn't change her mind. My aunt suggested that if all else failed, she should just confront my grandfather about her relationship with my father
; it wasn't a
big deal. My father, however, didn't have the same courage as my aunt. Pressed by her, he came up with a desperate plan
: to persuade my grandfather to have a grandchild sooner.
Since my mother and father were already engaged, having a child wouldn't be a problem. Although my mother was still young,
IVF technology was readily available; they could retrieve one of her eggs and one of my father's sperm for artificial insemination
. This way, even though my parents weren't married, they could have a child much sooner, allowing my grandfather to have a grandchild years earlier
.
My grandfather told my maternal grandfather about my father's suggestion, and my maternal grandfather didn't object to having a grandchild sooner. So, young my mother
went to the hospital to retrieve an egg, and my father provided a sperm; that's how I was born in a test tube.
Later, my father told my grandfather that artificially conceived babies weren't good, and it would be better to find a surrogate mother
. This claim had no scientific basis, but it was exactly what my grandfather wanted. Grandpa, being an old-fashioned man, was always
skeptical of advanced technology. After Dad's explanation, he also felt that a grandson growing in a hospital culture chamber was unreliable. Dad
then suggested that he find a surrogate mother. After all, as long as he was willing to pay, finding a young woman to carry the baby
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 shocked to find that Aunt's belly had grown large. Grandpa was furious and demanded
an explanation. Aunt confidently said it was nothing serious, just carrying a child for her brother.
Grandpa angrily called Dad over, only then realizing 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.
Grandpa was furious, but with Aunt so heavily pregnant, he couldn't hit her. Furthermore, the children in her womb were
the children of both her grandfather and maternal grandfather, as arranged by them, so an abortion wouldn't be appropriate. With her father's persuasion, her grandfather finally agreed to let her
give birth.
However, during her delivery, an unexpected accident occurred:
her aunt gave birth to triplets. First, her eldest sister, then her second sister, and then me.
"You're having a baby for your brother's nephew, how can you have three children?"
Having already given birth, her aunt became even more self-righteous: "Who knows where these two girls came from? I have
so many boyfriends, something might happen."
It turned out that her aunt was already pregnant with her two older sisters, who were, of course, her father's children. But fearing her grandfather
wouldn't allow them to stay, they went to the hospital and used IVF to implant me into her uterus. This way, they could legitimately
claim she was carrying a nephew, and although her grandfather was stubborn, he couldn't force her to have an abortion.
After this incident, the relationship between her aunt and grandfather deteriorated further, even affecting her father. However, her aunt
never revealed who her sisters' father was. The truth was known only to her aunt and father.
And so, I was born. But at that time, my parents weren't married yet. After I was born, I
lived with my two older sisters and was cared for by my aunt. Actually, in my childhood memories, my aunt was more like my mother than
my mother.
My mother went into the entertainment industry at sixteen to test the waters. 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, everyone was scrambling to buy it. My mother was beautiful and sang well, easily becoming
a miracle in the entertainment industry.
At this time, because of the arranged marriage between the two families, my grandfather ordered my father to pursue my mother. It
can't be the woman pursuing the man when two people are going to get married.
My father received my grandfather's order, but he was very unwilling. Although my mother was beautiful and
a goddess in the hearts of many, he already had my aunt in his heart, so how could he accept my mother? My father was unwilling to pursue my mother
, 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, she never paid any attention to them. At sixteen
, she was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
My grandfather, in front of both families, praised my mother highly, saying his son wasn't good enough for her. While this was just his
politeness, it was the truth. My father, though excellent, seemed
ordinary compared to my goddess-like mother. Surrounding my mother were countless handsome men a thousand times more outstanding than my father. Frankly,
my father had hit the jackpot in this marriage.
When my grandfather jokingly asked my mother how she felt about my father, the simple and straightforward mother directly stated her
thoughts: "He's just average, I don't feel anything."
Hearing my mother's assessment of him, my father's pride was suddenly aroused. Before,
when my grandfather encouraged him to pursue my mother, he refused, and my grandfather always scolded him for being incompetent.
Now, my mother was so rude to him, clearly acknowledging his incompetence and unworthiness,
which made him 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 thought to himself.
After that, Dad began to pursue Mom relentlessly. However, Mom was an ice queen in everyone's eyes,
always keeping everyone at arm's length. Mom had too many suitors to count, but she
wouldn't even glance at any of them, Dad was no exception.
Dad tried many methods to win Mom's heart, but all were met with rejection.
Just when all of Mom's suitors thought this ice queen was unconquerable, Dad suddenly came up with
a brilliant idea. That was me!
Although I was born to my aunt, I was still Mom's son, so using me as a reason to ask her out was the best approach
.
"I liked you the moment I saw you. You were so cute back then, like a chubby doll, always
crying and wanting me to hold you," Mom often talks about the past now. But I was too young then and
have no memory of it. Whenever she talked about embarrassing things I did as a child, I would spank her as punishment.
Of course, I would never spank her hard.
With me as the bridge, my parents' relationship quickly warmed up. My mother was a big star at the time, and she would always
sneak out like a thief to meet with my father and me, enjoying a brief period of family life.
When my mother turned eighteen, she finally made a decision: to leave the entertainment industry and marry my father!
She felt that she had fallen in love with my father, and my father loved her too. They were already engaged and had a son, so marriage
was perfectly normal.
This is what all of my mother's fans know about: my mother retiring from the entertainment industry and marrying into a wealthy family.
Everything was going smoothly; my parents had obtained their marriage certificate, and the wedding date was set.
But on the wedding day, my father said to my mother, "I have never loved you. There is no possibility between us
."
After saying that, he walked away.
The wedding not taking place was naturally a big problem. But my grandfather and maternal grandfather worked together to
suppress the matter. Everyone assumed that Dad and Mom had successfully married, but little did they know that although they had obtained their marriage certificate
, they were not actually married.
Grandpa was furious about this and fell seriously ill, dying soon after, leaving the family fortune to Dad.
Later, when I grew up, I understood the truth behind it all. Dad's initial pursuit of Mom was not well-intentioned
, which earned him Aunt's approval. However, Mom was too beautiful, and Dad inevitably became somewhat smitten during the pursuit
. So he planned to officially marry Mom while secretly maintaining his relationship with Aunt.
But Aunt was a very jealous woman in her youth, insisting that my brother belonged to her alone and
refusing to share him.
From the moment Dad decided to marry Mom, Aunt constantly argued with him. After Dad and Mom actually
obtained their marriage certificate, the argument reached its peak.
Aunt said, "If you marry that woman, you'll never see me and my two daughters again."
Dad thought Aunt was just delirious and talking nonsense, and didn't take it seriously. Then, in a fit of rage, my aunt orchestrated an accident
, killing her clone and the clones of my two older sisters.
My aunt was clever; the accident was flawless. Everyone believed she and my two sisters were truly
dead, unaware that it was actually the clones who died, while my aunt and sisters survived as clones.
My father was heartbroken by my aunt's death. He then realized that the person he loved most had always been my aunt. In his despair
, he discovered that my aunt and sisters hadn't actually died, but had become his inherited
"legacy" as Colognes.
Knowing my aunt was alive, my father was overjoyed, but also a little troubled, because my aunt had already been
declared dead by the authorities. Her accident was too perfect; now, proving she wasn't dead would
be credible.
Furthermore, getting a national authority to change a pre-determined death was no easy task.
My aunt, however, was unconcerned. She knew my father had a secret: he
was deeply interested in BDSM and sex slavery. Hearing my father's 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 our daughters. You can do whatever you want with us. I just want
to keep you here."
My father, who had been a little hesitant, was overjoyed by my aunt's words. Being young and naive
, he didn't think much of it and happily accepted her proposal.
Then came the annulment of his wedding, followed by his move to a villa where he spent his days "training" my aunt. During
that time, my aunt was madly in love with my father. She said she wanted not only to be his sex slave but also to
raise their 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, and then
use them as sex slaves; that 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. They
excelled academically and in all aspects of life, earning the envy of many. But they didn't know that they had been Cologne citizens since childhood; legally
speaking, they were simply my father's property.
I grew up with my two older sisters, so we naturally knew nothing about our father and aunt's affairs. From childhood, my
two sisters and I lived happily together. They were superior to me in many ways. 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 was little
, I always thought my aunt was my mother, and that they were my biological sisters, which they were indeed my biological sisters. It was n'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 stasis chamber and refused to come out.
Here, let me explain what a stasis chamber is. A stasis chamber, in full, is a biological stasis preservation chamber at absolute zero. We know that early...
In the 20th century, humans used cryopreservation technology to preserve living organisms. For example, sperm can
be preserved in liquid nitrogen at 196°C indefinitely. When needed, it can be thawed and revived.
Today, the technology for cryopreservation of the entire human body is fully feasible. A 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 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, if you are a twenty-year-old young man and spend fifty years in a cryopreservation chamber, when you
emerge fifty years later, you will still be a twenty-year-old young man, while your peers will be seventy-
year-olds. This is not time stopping, but rather that at absolute zero degrees Celsius, all bodily functions
cease, naturally preventing aging.
Many women like to spend their free time in cryopreservation chambers. Inside, a person does not age. The time spent in
the closet, little by little, accumulates over many years, and their actual biological age is far
younger than the 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 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
stay in the closet until the day Dad would remarry her and take her out.
But Dad didn't take her out, and Grandpa passed away. After Grandpa's funeral, Mom still
refused to come out of the closet.
Dad, of course, wouldn't marry Mom, but to persuade her not to hide in the closet and escape reality, he came up with
a good idea: to have me raised by Mom.
I still clearly remember the scene when I saw Mom again when I was ten years old; she was so beautiful that I
always thought I had seen a goddess.
Later I learned that my mother had long preferred to hide in the closet to preserve her youth.
At eighteen, she was actually only a little over sixteen. After her marriage to my father failed, she went into hiding
. When I met her again, her actual biological age was still under seventeen.
My mother, not yet seventeen, was as beautiful as a flower, as ethereal as a fairy.
After I was born, every time I came home from school, my mother would come out of the closet and spend two hours with me, talking to me and helping
me with my homework. My mother was not only beautiful but also gentle and kind. Of course, when I made mistakes, she would also
discipline me with maternal authority. I grew to love my mother more and more.
But my mother still deeply loved my father. Besides spending time with me, she spent the rest of her time hiding in the closet. She said that
one day my father would realize his mistake and come to marry her, so she couldn't grow old.
This continued until I was fifteen. By fifteen, I understood many things, but
because my mother spent all her time hiding in the closet, her actual age was only eighteen. I often joked that in a few years
, my mother would be younger than me. Hearing this would remind her of my father, and her eyes would fill with melancholy. Seeing her 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 my mother still longing for my father, I felt
it was all worthless.
Although I was young then, I was no longer naive. A year earlier, I had accidentally discovered my father
and aunt's secret. They had exhausted their options and were bored, so my father dragged me into it, to
"train" my aunt.
My aunt was unwilling, but as my father's sex slave, she had to obey her master completely. So, at
my father's request, she became a sex slave for both of us.
Because I became another master to my aunt, I gradually learned everything about my father and aunt
.
Seeing my mother still immersed in her past emotions, unable to escape, 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 my advice. I don't know if all women in love are this persistent, but my mother
is clearly one.
To persuade her to give up, I had to tell her some things about my father. Soon, she learned that my father
was a sadomasochistic pervert, and that my aunt had orchestrated an accident, offering herself as a gift to him
. I told her she couldn't wait for my father back because she could never defeat my aunt who had given everything to him.
At first, my mother didn't believe me, then she cried several times until her eyes were swollen. I thought my mother would finally give up
; as long as she stopped obsessing over my father, I would be happy no matter what she did, because I love my mother.
But then, my mother made a decision that surprised me greatly.
That day, she told me she was no longer going to dwell on her relationship with my father and wanted to go away to clear her head. She might
not be back for a long time and asked me to stay with my aunt from now on.
I thought this was a good thing, so I agreed. Then, my mother asked me to deliver a letter to my father,
instructing me to make sure it was delivered and not to lose it.
Of course, I agreed. But when I gave the letter to my father, he wouldn't accept it. He said he and my mother
had no relationship anymore and told me to return the letter.
I guessed the letter was just my mother calling my father a pervert, a liar, and
saying he had deceived her feelings. If he wouldn't accept it, so be it.
When I got home, my mother was gone.
She left so quickly. I sighed, but instead of going to my aunt's house immediately, I spent several
days alone at my mother's villa studying SM techniques.
During those days, I became quite addicted to training my aunt, wanting to surprise her with something.
Of course, I couldn't let my mother know about this, but now that she wasn't there, I could study in peace.
After a few days of intensive study, I felt my SM skills had improved significantly. Then I suddenly
realized that without my mother, I missed her terribly.
When she was here, I didn't feel anything, but now that she was gone, I suddenly felt like I was missing
the most important thing in my life. Is this what it means to be connected to one's mother?
"Mom didn't even leave me a phone number," I complained, but my eyes fell on Mom's letter. "
It's okay to look," I thought. Even though Mom wasn't here, seeing her beautiful handwriting was a comfort
.
But after reading the letter, I suddenly felt the paper weighed a ton.
The letter read:
Husband:
Please forgive me for calling you that. You always wanted me to call you that, but I never did. I often said that
after we got 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 still are 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 human
body 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 arrive at my home, I'll be waiting for you in the control device.
From now on, I will be your private property. Our son is still young, and I hope you can keep these things from him.
Your loving wife.
Reading this letter, I broke out in a cold sweat. What is Mom doing? Is a woman in love really
brainwashed? Aunt was crazy enough, but I didn't expect Mom to be the same. But Mom, Dad truly loves
Aunt, not you. What you're doing isn't worth it at all!
I was just about to find out which room Mom had put the all-functional human control device in so I could release her
, when Dad called.
"What's going on? 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 no relation to her. I really don't know what she's thinking! Come here right now
."
I knew it wasn't Mom who died, but her husband from Cologne. Mom used the same method as Aunt.
Mom seems incredibly intelligent, but she's actually a really foolish woman.
But I rushed to my father's side as fast as I could, my heart churning like a stormy sea. I hesitated, wondering
whether to tell him the truth, but I noticed his indifference towards my mother's death.
I had no more doubts; my father didn't love my mother, so what good would telling him do? My mother was my
goddess; how could I watch her become my father's toy?
I decided not to tell him.
But then my father 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."
My father gave me my mother's estate. The property transfer was completed quickly, and as I looked at my mother's estate list
, I quickly found one item: clones.
I took a deep breath: My mother is now my property, what should I do?
Chapter
Three: My Mother's Orders
I told my second sister about my father, aunts, and 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, asking sharply.
It seems she reacted quickly, realizing something was wrong so soon.
I slapped my forehead and laughed, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, Second Sister, the water you just drank was originally meant for
Mom. We often put aphrodisiacs in the water to enhance the mood."
"You bastard!" Second Sister cursed angrily.
"I'm really sorry, Second Sister, do you want me to help you?" I moved closer to her.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Second Sister shouted "Get out!" three times in a row, extremely agitated.
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!" Second Sister's eyes were practically shooting fire.
"Okay." I walked to the door, nodded to 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 water had made her very uncomfortable
.
I know my second sister is a strong girl, and some things can't be rushed.
I also don't want to use overly harsh methods of discipline, because she is, after all, my own sister.
So let's take it slow.
When I returned to the bedroom, my eyes lit up. Thanks to my sister barging in, 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 in snow-white stockings.
My mother was dressed entirely in white from head to toe. Paired with her jet-black hair and pretty face, she was simply a
living angel. No, even angels couldn't be this beautiful; she was an angel among angels.
Although my mother had been my sex slave for many years, because of 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 discipline her when I had free time.
That's why my mother is actually still a young woman in her early twenties, younger than me
.
Seeing this angelic young woman before me, I couldn't help but wonder if not letting her wear clothes was
the worst decision I'd ever made.
I quickly pulled down my pants and rushed over to hug 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?" My mother's bright eyes
blinked as she looked at me, like a pool of autumn water.
I lightly patted my mother's bottom and said, "Don't say 'make love,' just beg me."
My mother blushed. Honestly, my mother is a woman who blushes easily. After all these
years of my "training," I really couldn't understand what she had to be shy about. But she still blushed so easily, which made me...
I couldn't figure it out.
But I really enjoyed seeing her blush. Sometimes when she gave me oral sex, I meant to ejaculate
deep into her throat and make her swallow, but seeing her blush, I couldn't resist pulling out just before ejaculating and spraying her
face full. It gave me a real sense of accomplishment to have my thick, white semen covering her rosy cheeks.
Now, 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 juices before you fuck
me."
I slipped my hand inside Mom's shirt and pulled down her bra, revealing her large, white breasts
. I vigorously rubbed her large breasts, and my mother immediately let out an alluring moan.
I loved playing with my mother
's breasts. Perhaps because I hadn't had them as a child, I never wanted to let go of them when I held them; they were my most beloved toys.
My mother 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 my mother's breast and placed
it on her thigh.
My mother's skin was very smooth and felt wonderful. Her white stockings, which went all the way up to her thighs,
also felt nice. My hand slid down her thigh and under her skirt, feeling that her panties were already soaked
.
My mother felt me teasing her delicate clitoris through her panties and hurriedly 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, and said, "Mom,
how do you want me to enjoy you? Tell me clearly."
"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 my mom with her clothes on today."
Without allowing my mother to object, I straightened up and put my mother's long legs on my shoulders. My mother's legs
were very soft, and her body was very soft too. I often say that even an inflatable doll isn'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 really are angels in this world, then the angel is beneath me. If
goddesses truly exist in this world, then my mother is one of them.
I reached my hands under her skirt to her waist, and pulled down a small pair of panties. The panties were indeed
snow-white, with sticky wetness in the middle.
I pulled her panties down to her knees, then stopped, pushing her legs up to examine
her vulva closely. My mother didn't have much pubic hair, even though I'd 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 her alluring vulva.
Because I'd repaired her hymen early that morning, playing a game of virgin rape, discipline, and humiliation with her
, her vulva was still red and swollen.
I touched her vulva; her vaginal fluid covered my hands. I asked, "Mom, does it still hurt?"
Mom smiled, a beautiful smile. "It hurts, but I'm used to it. If you feel sorry for Mom
, use your big cock to relieve the pain."
I placed my cock at the entrance of Mom's vagina, and she instinctively trembled.
But I didn't insert it immediately; instead, I lowered my head and kissed her.
Mom stuck out her nimble little tongue and kissed me passionately. While kissing Mom,
I thrust my penis deeper and deeper into Mom's vagina, until it reached the very end.
After my big cock was fully inside Mom's vagina, I looked up and asked, "Mom, can my cock
relieve the pain?"
Mom playfully said, "Not now, but moving around will."
"Why?" I asked, pretending not to understand.
Mom reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing close to me and saying, "Because if you fuck Mom, Mom will
feel comfortable and won't feel pain."
I slowly started moving, my big cock moving back and forth inside Mom's hole, and asked, "Mom,
don't you really feel any pain?"
Mom gripped me tightly with both hands: "Being fucked by my son, even pain is pleasurable!"
After saying so many sweet words and doing so much foreplay, I felt that Mom's hole was wet enough
, so I quickly increased the speed of my thrusting.
Mom soon opened her small mouth slightly and began to moan incessantly. Her red little face became more and more adorable. After
my years of training, Mom's body was extremely sensitive, and with my rapid thrusting, she quickly lost control of her desire.
Her beautiful legs, clad in stockings, which stretched between us, twisted back and forth. Unfortunately, her knees
were tied back with her panties pulled down there, so she couldn't twist freely, but this twisting only aroused my desire even more.
I felt great today, so I yelled, "Belts!"
The bed my mom 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 quickly, binding my mom.
My mom was getting really into it, but suddenly being bound like a dumpling, unable to move, immediately
suppressed all her pleasure. I, however, didn't give up, continuing to fuck her with my huge cock.
Under my frenzied thrusting, my mom couldn't move, and could only moan, "Ahhh...ah...ah...
Master...Master...ah—ah!"
I felt my mom's whole body tremble violently, her vagina tightening, and without hesitation, I gave her a few hard thrusts.
I pulled my cock out completely, then thrust it in again!
"Ah..." My mom's voice became incredibly high-pitched, and her already muddy flower path was now experiencing
a torrential downpour.
I stopped, gently wiped the sweat from my mother's forehead, and asked, "What's wrong, honey
?"
Mom squinted, enjoying herself, and said, "Just now, the slave was fucked so hard by the master that she lost her virginity."
I leaned down and kissed her, but my big cock was still inside her.
I said, "Call me husband now."
Mom called out in a seductive voice like a newlywed, "Husband, I love you."
I pulled at the end of her stockings at the top of her thigh 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, which, along
with the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, formed the most beautiful melody.
Mom's orgasm came even faster 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 ejaculate wherever I wanted; as her sex slave,
she had no right to object.
But this time, I listened to her.
I tried to adjust 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. She 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
caressing them.
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
be suspicious.
I gently pinched the small bud on my mother's nipple and asked, "How do we plan to discuss this? Is it a slave's request
? Or a wife's suggestion?"
As I spoke, I pinched the small bud in my hand again; it was really fun to play with when it was 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 that alright?"
"Of course!" I laughed too. "I haven't heard Mother's order in 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 beside her, kissed her, and said, "No, Mother's order is Mother's order. Tell me
, I will definitely listen."
"Really?" I noticed my mother's eyes suddenly light 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 know she loved me deeply too; she had given me everything she could. For
so many years, as my sex slave, she satisfied all my perverse desires and demands. I can't even remember the last time she disobeyed me
. And now, I'm no longer just someone who wants to possess my mother and toy with her youthful innocence
. I think if my mother's request was to stop being my sex slave and become my empress, I would immediately agree
. I owe my mother so much, so much that I could never repay her in several lifetimes. " 　　Tell me," my mother said, smiling.
"Except for me having to castrate myself, I'll do whatever you say." 　　I feigned surprise and said, "Mother, you don't mean for me to castrate myself, do you? Since you've given me this 　　order, I have no choice!" 　　"Hahahaha." Mother laughed, reaching out her slender hand to grasp my limp penis, 　　and said, "If you really castrate yourself, I won't live either. What's the point of me living if I can't be your sex slave 　　?" 　　"What exactly is your request, Mom? Tell me quickly!" 　　Mom withdrew her hand from my penis, lifted her chin, and said, "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, a mother I respect and love for a lifetime." 　　I nestled into her arms and asked, "Do you want a little dignity from 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 serious." 　　Mom laughed too and said, "It's good that you don't object." 　　I licked Mom's nipple and reached for her lower abdomen with one hand. 　　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 her 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. 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
comforted. You are my first man, and my only man. I will 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
, and prettier than her. 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 would only complain about these two things to me at most. Actually, my aunt was also
a little jealous of my mother. This minor disagreement didn't disrupt our family harmony; on the contrary,
their competitive performances while I was simultaneously "training" both my mother and aunt only added to my pleasure.
I didn't say anything more, but instead turned on the holographic projector and played the video of my mother and me—the video of me taking my mother
's virginity.
(To be continued
)

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