My Mom is My Flesh Toy (Author: Ji Ba)

My Mother is My Flesh Toy
Author: Ji Ba

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 , holographic projection is widely used. However, the holographic projection recording system in my house is the best on the market,
high-definition and 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 national 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 that she has been elected with an absolute advantage every year,
an absolute .

In fact, she only stayed in the music industry for two years, released three albums, and has been retired from the entertainment industry for more than ten years
. However, her albums from back then are still bestsellers, and fans still remember her fondly. Her pure
voice from back then is still a frequently requested hit song on major radio stations.

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

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

Now, the goddess in the projection is lying quietly, completely naked, instead
bound hand and . I keep turning the holographic projection, admiring her from every angle. Although I ravage
this charming 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 looking at 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 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
was .

I stood up, opened the door, and prepared to enter the goddess's room. Yes, the room where I had tied up the goddess 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,
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 thought
to myself . 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 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 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… To this day, I
can't remember how many times we've done this; I'd probably have to check the video footage to know for sure. I only remember when I was ten years old…
My mother, who only remembers me from when I was five, would beg for mercy from her uncle; she would wet the bed after I raped her…

But today, my mother, who only remembers me from childhood to age twelve, is strangely smiling at me. This is so troubling.
Honestly, my mother is becoming increasingly unmanageable.

Hearing my question, my mother smiled and said, “I don’t recognize you, but I know you are my
Prince Charming .”

Huh? My twelve-year-old mother 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 the Prince Charming game with her? I hesitated. We’d played the twelve-year-old
version , but this is the first time a Prince Charming has 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
was naked and tied up when a man walked in, and she thought he was her Prince Charming? Didn't she have any
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 had pounced on her for no 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, trying to hug me, but I slapped her.

My mother seemed helpless, and finally, during my thrusting, she cried softly.

Seeing my mother cry, I finally 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 like 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."

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

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

My mother obediently cleaned my penis, and a satisfied expression appeared on her tear-streaked face, which gave
me another headache.

"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; Mom was so
shy when she was twelve. After saying that, she lowered her head. But she, with only the memories of being twelve, 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 ! 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 are you surrendering 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 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 and said, "This bitch doesn't know, please
punish me, Master."

I pulled her hair up 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 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
accepted me as her master from the bottom of her heart. 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, my mother is my sex slave, and slaves must obey their masters
has been deeply ingrained in my mother's consciousness. Even if she forgets everything else, she will still subconsciously know
these things. This consciousness, like breathing and heartbeat, has become an instinct for her.

She surrendered quickly last time too, but she wasn't as explicit when questioned. After all, that was
a memory from when she was 18. My 18-year-old mother 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 it's still easy for her to express her emotions. Even after being suddenly
kidnapped and raped by me, she still believes in her subconscious and considers me her master. So she doesn't refuse any of my 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 the words are coming out of my mouth."

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 flipped 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 eternal sex slave. 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 reproachful expression.

"You're being naughty again, all you do is fool around all day." Mom glared at me, scolding me irritably, and even
pinched my ear with one hand.

Seeing Mom's feigned anger, I knew that after regaining her memories, rationality 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, being my sex slave for
life ."

Mom had been trying to appear strong, but my words brought her back to reality, and her face turned bright
red . She released her grip on my ear, but unwillingly slapped my bottom, saying, "It's all your
fault for turning Mom into this. So, Master, how will you play with me from now on? I'll do whatever you
say."

I cupped Mom's face and laughed, "I'm done. You're clever enough to only choose to be a sex slave. I'm
in trouble now; I'll 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 and pulled out a handful of nectar. While licking, I said, "Mom, 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
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 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 satisfy her desire to see it.

However, just as I was about to turn on the video, the door to the room 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 , so secure that not even a mouse could get in. Moreover, the system immediately alerts me to 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 could simply break into my house; otherwise, they would either
be detected by the system or face certain death.

And this beautiful woman is the most famous policewoman in the city's criminal investigation team; technically, she has absolutely no problem, and she…
She was one of the few people ever allowed into my villa, so she must have secretly figured out my
security system again. I actually knew all along 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 there's a first time, there will be a second. I shouldn't have been
soft-hearted and let her go last time.

When Mom saw someone come in, she exclaimed, "Ah!" Completely naked, she immediately wrapped herself
in and asked me, blushing, "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 prepared for her in my room. Sex slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. Where could she get them now?

At this moment, 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 this generation, my second sister.

I noticed her gaze was filled with disgust and disbelief, so different from her usual gentleness, which
gave me a bit of a headache.

I was still naked, my penis half-erect. To be honest, with my second sister staring
at me with such intense heat, 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 didn't just arrive; 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 for me, my heart ached. From childhood to adulthood, my second sister and I had
the best ; she was the one who protected me the most. I also loved my second sister very much, and she had always been my object of sexual fantasy. In my
heart, she and my eldest sister were goddesses second only to my mother.

Now a policewoman, she looks even more dashing in her uniform. Although she and my eldest sister are twins and look
exactly alike , their demeanor is distinctly different. This is the second time she's learned my secret, yet her expression of disgust is just as strong as
before.

I awkwardly said, "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 close 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. Why did you sneak 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 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, saying helplessly, "Could you please go out first so I can put on some pants?"

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

She closed the door.

I quickly dressed and invited my second sister to another room to talk. My mother had also put on some clothes and
wanted to come over to talk with us, but my second sister waved her away, signaling her not to come in.

Seeing my second sister's tense expression, I explained helplessly, "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, and even if you
investigate carefully, 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 it to the police, or it will ruin us."

"You're a beast! How could you treat your mother like that!" My second sister suddenly slapped me, making
my face sting. I knew my second sister was straightforward; she was incredibly kind to me when she was good, but when she was angry, she would be
ruthless . 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 rape me too?"

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

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

Blood was drawn from the corner of my mouth, but I wiped it away nonchalantly and said, "Second sister, what do you want to do?"

My second sister wiped away her tears and slowly said, "Actually, I expected this outcome. After you raped
me, you also used that control device to erase my memory, didn't you?"

I didn't answer.

My second sister paused, then said, "I need to know the whole story. I can let bygones
be bygones for raping me, but since you've tormented my aunt to this state, 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 can let bygones be bygones for raping her? Is that considered being kind to me? Honestly, sometimes I really
can't understand my second sister. I shrugged and said, "And what happens after I confess?"

My second sister said, "Then 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?"

Second sister frowned and said, "What could possibly 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!"

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

Second sister glared angrily and said, "What are you doing?"

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

Seeing herself 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 planning to do next? Kill me to cover your tracks
? Have you become that heartless?"

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 helpless against my SM-specific mechanical chair. Even if
she were an excellent police officer, she couldn't do anything to 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 like me, a grown woman, suddenly disappearing like this, 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, use my property certificate to resign for them."

"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 Aunt had hung up the phone, 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. She truly deserves to be called 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 lowered my gaze
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."

Nowadays, 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 cloning was for organ harvesting. For example, if my kidney fails, I can clone myself,
and then have the clone's healthy kidney transplanted into me. The same applies to a failed heart; I can find a clone to donate it.
Whether the clone lives or dies after losing its heart is irrelevant.

Even today, this remains the primary use of cloning. 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 organs for extraction. This is undeniably
a tragedy for cloning.

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, 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 year-round while their children stay at home, so they want to use clones of themselves to care for their children. But she…
People 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, grandparents who are orphans might hope their cloned children
will take care of their grandchildren in place of their deceased children, yet they don't want the cloned parents of their grandchildren to be discriminated against.

It is precisely because of these reasons that clones are merely property to their owners, but possess full human rights
to , including the right to keep their identity secret and the prohibition against discrimination. Here, we'll also briefly introduce
some other laws related to cloning.

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

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 sexual purposes, 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-old children, who don't understand what cloning is; in this case, parental
consent for cloning.

IV. Inheritance and transfer of clones. Clones are special property, belonging entirely to the original owner and
non- transferable. Upon the death of the original 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 clone and may
transfer it among authorized heirs. Others are not qualified to own clone 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 ownership of a clone belongs solely
to the original. However, due to the possibility
of situations , to meet these needs, clone property can also
be inherited by direct relatives after the original owner'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. I can do whatever I want with you now, it's all 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 . "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, and my aunt. 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, so I'll 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, Mom, 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 papers 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 naturally had no idea how perverse Aunt had been in her younger days. 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 flushed slightly. 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 brother.

However, not all women treat their brothers as just brothers.

My Aunt was such a woman.

Aunt loved Dad, and Dad loved Aunt; their relationship seemed never to have been normal since childhood.

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 unusual relationship between Dad and her.

Then, Mom appeared.

Although these days emphasize freedom of marriage, children of wealthy families like Dad and Mom still had little say in their fates.
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 actually 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; Aunt wasn't married, so how could Grandpa allow her to get pregnant and
have a child? Although in this day and age, children can be raised to adulthood through in-vitro fertilization (IVF) and nutrient silos without the mother's womb,
the procedures for in-vitro fertilization at a hospital are far more extensive and impossible to hide from the grandfather.

That being the logic, my aunt was never one to be persuaded by reason. She was very young then,
quite naive, and stubborn, and my father couldn't calm her down. 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 that kind of courage. Pressed by my aunt, 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 young,
IVF technology was very advanced; 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 one egg, and my father provided one sperm, and I was born in a test tube.

Later, Dad told Grandpa that artificially bred babies weren't good, and
it would be . This idea had no scientific basis, but it suited Grandpa's tastes perfectly. Grandpa, being an old-fashioned man,
was skeptical of advanced technology, and after Dad's suggestion, he also felt that a grandson growing in a hospital culture chamber was unreliable. Dad
then said that he would find a surrogate mother. Anyway, 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 was growing big. 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 the surrogate mother was Aunt.

My 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 furious. My aunt, however, was unfazed. Grandpa
was angry, but with her pregnant belly, he couldn't hit her. Besides, the baby was the
children Grandpa and Grandpa had agreed upon between the two families; abortion wasn't an option. With Dad's persuasion, Grandpa finally agreed to let my
aunt give birth.

However, during my aunt's delivery, an unexpected accident occurred.

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

"You're having your brother's nephews, 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 ; something might have happened."

It turned out that my aunt was already pregnant with my two older sisters, who were of course Dad's children. But they were afraid Grandpa
wouldn't allow them to keep the babies, so they went to the hospital and used IVF to implant me into her uterus. This way, she could legitimately
claim she was pregnant with her nephew, and although her grandfather was stubborn, he couldn't force her to have an abortion.

After this incident, the relationship between my aunt and grandfather deteriorated further, and even my father was implicated. 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. Actually, in my childhood memories, my aunt was more like my mother than my
mother.

My mother went to the entertainment industry at the age of sixteen to try her luck. 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 , and 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 marriage agreement between the two families, my grandfather ordered my father to pursue my mother. It couldn't be the woman pursuing the man

when two people were going to get married . 　　My father received my grandfather's order, but he was very unwilling. Although Mom was beautiful and a goddess in many people's eyes , he already had his aunt in his heart, so how could he accept Mom? Dad pursued Mom reluctantly, and Mom ignored Dad's half-hearted pursuit. 　　The turning point came at a meeting between the two families. 　　Mom had countless fans and suitors at the time. Of course, Mom never paid any attention to these suitors. At sixteen , she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. 　　In front of both families, Grandpa praised Mom highly, saying that his son was not good enough for her. Although this was Grandpa being polite, it was also the truth. Although Dad was very outstanding, compared to the goddess-like Mom, he seemed very ordinary. There were countless handsome men around Mom who were a thousand times more outstanding than Dad. To be honest, Dad hit the jackpot in this marriage. 　　When Grandpa asked Mom with a smile 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 evaluation of him, Dad suddenly felt a strong surge of pride. Previously, when Grandpa asked Dad to pursue Mom, Dad refused, and Grandpa always scolded him for being incompetent. 　　Now, Mom was 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 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. She had too many suitors to count, but she wouldn't even glance at any of them, including Dad. 　　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. "Me! 　　Although I'm my aunt's son, I'm still Mom's son. Using me as a reason to ask her out is the best solution ." 　　"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." My mother often talks about those times now. But I was too young then.

I have no memory of it at all. Whenever she talks about embarrassing things I did as a child, I spank her as punishment.
Of course, I never spank her hard.

With me acting as a 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 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 she had fallen in love with my father, and he loved her too. They were already engaged and had a son, so marriage was
the most natural thing to do .

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 not long 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 without ulterior
motives , 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 with anyone else.

From the moment Dad decided to marry Mom, Aunt and Dad were constantly arguing. 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 out of her mind and talking nonsense, so he 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 older sisters.

My aunt was clever; the accident was flawless. Everyone thought 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 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
"inheritance" 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, no one
would believe her.

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 before
using 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 and
excelling in their studies and other areas, envied by many. But they didn't know that they had been Cologne citizens since childhood; legally
, they were simply my father's property.

I grew up with my two older sisters, so we naturally knew nothing about my 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, constantly calling me "little brother."
When

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 is a biological cryopreservation chamber at absolute zero. 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 , preventing spoilage. When needed, it can be thawed and revived.

Today, cryopreservation of the entire human body is entirely feasible. The cryopreservation chamber is
one such method. My full-function human body control system also includes a cryopreservation chamber function. Inside the chamber, a person is
completely frozen at absolute zero degrees Celsius. No matter how long they stay inside, upon revival, 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, while your peers will be seventy
years old. This is not time stopping, but rather, under absolute zero temperatures, all bodily functions
cease, naturally preventing aging.

Many women like to spend their free time in cryopreservation chambers. Inside, one does not age.
Over time, their actual physiological age is far lower than their legal
age , making them appear 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
relentless pursuit during those days, Mom had fallen in love with him and naively believed he loved her too. She said she would
wait 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 her.

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 Mom had actually liked to hide in the closet 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 Dad 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 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 use
her maternal authority to discipline me. I grew to love my mother more and more.

But my mother still deeply loved my father. Apart from spending time with me, she would hide in the closet. She said
that one day would realize his mistake and come to marry her, so she couldn't grow old.

This kind of life continued until I was fifteen. At fifteen, I already understood many things, but
because my mother hid in the still closet all day, her real age was only eighteen. I often joked that my mother would be
younger than me in a few years. When she heard this, she would think of my father again, and her eyes would fill with melancholy. When I saw my mother sad,
I would tease her by calling her "sister," and she would pretend to be angry, twist my ear, and say that I was disrespectful.

I didn't know how far one could love someone, but seeing my mother always waiting for my father, I felt
it was not worth it.

Although I was young then, I was no longer naive. A year ago, I accidentally discovered my father
and aunt's secret. They were bored and had run out of ways to have fun, so my father dragged me into it,
to "train" my aunt together.

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 the emotions of that time, 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 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.

At first, Mom didn't believe me, then she cried several times until her eyes were swollen. I thought Mom would
finally give up; as long as she stopped clinging to Dad, I would be happy no matter what she did, because I love Mom.

But then Mom made a decision that surprised me greatly.

That day, Mom told me she was no longer going to dwell on 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 with my aunt.

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 Dad wouldn't accept it, so be it.

When I got home, Mom was gone.

Mom 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 focus on my studies without worry.

After a few days of intensive study, I felt my SM skills had improved significantly. Then I suddenly
realized that I missed my mother terribly.

When she was alive, I didn't feel anything, but now that she was gone, I felt a sudden loss of
something incredibly important 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 her letter.

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

But after reading the letter, I suddenly felt that the letter weighed a ton.

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 still are today.

Our son has told me everything. I know you like SM and 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 home, I'll be waiting for you on the device.

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

Your loving wife.

Reading the letter sent a chill down my spine. What was Mom doing? Did women in love really lose
their IQ to zero? Auntie was crazy enough, but Mom was too. But Mom, Dad
truly Auntie, not you. What you're doing is utterly pointless!

I was just about to look for the human body control device Mom bought in which room, so I could
release , when Dad 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 no relation to her. I don't know what she's thinking! Come here right
now ."

I knew it wasn't Mom who died, but her boyfriend from Cologne. Mom used the same method as Auntie.
Mom seems incredibly intelligent, but she's actually a foolish woman.

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

I had no more doubts. Dad didn't love Mom, so what good would it do to tell him? Mom was
my goddess; how could I just watch her become Dad's toy?

I decided not to tell him.

But then 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 Three: Mom's Orders

I told my second sister about Dad, Aunt, 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.

She seemed to react quickly, realizing something was wrong so soon.

I slapped my forehead and laughed, "Oh dear, sorry, Second Sister, the water you just drank was originally meant for
Mom. We often put aphrodisiacs in the water to enhance the experience."

"You bastard!" Second Sister cursed angrily.

"I'm so 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 had made her very
uncomfortable .

I knew Second Sister was a strong girl, and some things couldn't be rushed.

I didn't want to use overly harsh methods, because she was, 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. She was wearing a snow-white blouse and a snow-white skirt. Underneath the skirt,
her already jade-like legs were encased in snow-white stockings.

My mother was dressed entirely in white from head to toe. Combined 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, due to the time-retention 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 time-retention 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.

Seeing this angelic girl before me now, I couldn't help but wonder if not letting my mother get dressed was
the worst decision I'd ever made.

I yanked off my pants and pounced on her, embracing her tightly. My mother gasped, instinctively feeling
my large penis pressing between her legs.

"Why are you so eager? You don't want to make love to me again, do you?" My mother's bright eyes
blinked as she looked at me, like a still autumn lake.

I lightly patted my mother's buttocks and said, "Don't say 'make love,' just beg me."

My mother blushed. To be honest, 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 puzzled me
.

However, I loved seeing her blush. Sometimes when she gave me oral sex, I clearly wanted to
ejaculate deep into her throat and have her swallow it, but seeing her blush, I couldn't help but pull out just before ejaculating and spray her
face. I felt a sense of accomplishment as my thick, white semen covered her flushed face.

Now, hearing my command, Mom blushed again and whispered, "Master, your lewd slave begs you
to insert your big cock into my little hole."

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 slave begs you to touch my breasts first, and wait until my little hole is full
of fuck me."

I slipped my hand inside Mom's shirt and pulled
down . I vigorously rubbed those breasts, and Mom immediately let out an alluring moan.

I loved playing with Mom's breasts. Perhaps because I hadn't had them as a child, I never wanted to let go of
Mom ; 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. With a little reluctance, I moved one of my hands away from my mother'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 hurriedly said, "Master, 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 you with your clothes on today."

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

Lifting my mother's legs, I noticed that the snow-white stockings perfectly complemented her skin tone. Snow-white against
snow-white—it couldn't be more perfect. If angels truly exist, then they are beneath me.
If goddesses truly exist, then my mother is the goddess.

I reached my hands under her skirt to her waist, pulling down a small pair of panties. The panties were indeed
snow-white, with sticky dampness in the middle.

I pulled her panties down to her knees, then stopped, pushing her legs up
to examine . My mother didn't have much pubic hair; even though I'd shaved it several times, it still wasn't thick. 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 juices soaked 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, are you
really not in pain?"

Mom gripped me tightly with both hands: "Being fucked by my son, even pain is pleasure!"

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 lust 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 pouring with
rain.

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

My mother squinted her eyes and said with obvious enjoyment, "Just now, the slave was fucked by the master until she lost her virginity."

I leaned down and kissed her, but my big cock remained inside her.

I said, "Call me husband now."

My mother 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 my mother could answer, I thrust into her again.

My mother 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, created a beautiful melody.

My mother's orgasm came even faster than last time, and I didn't want to hold back anymore. As I fucked 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 her sex slave,
she had no right to object.

But this time, I listened to her.

I tried to adjust the rhythm, and when Mom reached her climax, I lost control, my huge cock 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 Mom. Mom immediately tried to get up and lick my cock 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 flicked the small bud on my mother's nipple and asked, "How do we negotiate? Is this a slave's
request ? Or a wife's suggestion?"

I said, flicking the bud in my hand again; this little thing 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 orders 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 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 a 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, smiling.

"Except for me having to castrate myself, I'll do whatever you say." 　　I feigned surprise and said in a dramatic tone, "Mother, you don't mean for me to castrate myself, do you? Since you've given me this order, I have no choice!" 　　"Hahahaha." My 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 ?" 　　"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 still 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 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. 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 watch the video? When?" 　　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 jealousy, and given Mom's honesty with me, she naturally wouldn't hide these things from me . I knew she was just complaining about these two things to me. Actually, my aunt was also . This minor disagreement between the two didn't disrupt the harmony of our family. On the contrary, when I was simultaneously "training" my mother and aunt, their competitive performance only made me happier. 　　I didn't say anything more, but instead turned on the holographic projector and played the video of my first time with my mother—the video of me taking her virginity.

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