Mom is my flesh toy

Chapter 1 Mom is My Flesh Toy

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

This kind of projection presents images in complete three-dimensional form, exactly like the real thing. With technology
so , 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 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was really angry. We had only just met, and I had pounced on her 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 and tried to hug me, but I slapped her.

My mother seemed helpless and finally cried softly during my thrusts.

Seeing my mother 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 and unyielding mother who was being conquered by me time and time again.

I ejaculated inside her womb with pleasure, 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, the one who still chills me to the bone, is gone forever.

My mother obediently cleaned my penis, and a satisfied expression appeared on her tear-streaked face, which made me
even more annoyed.

"Why are you so obedient?"

My mother parted her cherry lips slightly and answered without thinking, "I don't know why, I just feel that you won'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 ! 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, that my mother is my sex slave, and that slaves must obey their masters,
is deeply ingrained in her consciousness. Even if she forgets everything else, she will still subconsciously know
these things; this awareness, like breathing and heartbeat, has become an instinct for her.

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

Now, she has the mind of a twelve-year-old girl, and she can easily express her emotions. Even after being
kidnapped and raped by me, she still believes in her deepest instincts and considers me her master. So no matter how I discipline her, she won't
refuse.

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 comprehensive automated security
system , so secure that not even a mouse could get in. Moreover, I am immediately notified of any abnormalities in the system. 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 home; otherwise, they would either
be detected by the system or face certain death.

This beautiful woman is the most famous policewoman in the city's criminal investigation team; her technical skills are absolutely no problem, and she
is one of the very few people ever granted access to my villa. Therefore, she must have secretly investigated my...
The home security system. I'd known for a while that this system could protect everyone, but not
her.

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

When Mom saw someone come in, she gasped. Completely naked, she immediately
wrapped 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 have no right to wear clothes. Where could she find them now?

Just then, the beautiful policewoman spoke up: "Aunt, don't be afraid, I 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, and I
felt a headache coming on.

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 try to cover it up.

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

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

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

Now she was a police officer, and her police 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'd known my secret, yet her expression of disgust was just as strong as
before.

I said awkwardly, "Second Sister, it's 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. How 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 it to the police 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 so I can 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 talk. My mother 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 helplessly explained, "What happened between Mom and me was indeed my
fault , but Mom won't pursue it anymore. I really haven't tried to change Mom's mindset, and 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 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,
my face burning with pain. I knew my second sister was straightforward; she was incredibly kind to me when she was good, but
ruthless . Seeing her angry expression, I knew this time 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 seems that with my second sister's intelligence, nothing can be kept 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 cried, "I
've always been 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 used that control device to erase my memory, didn't you?"

I didn't answer.

My second sister paused, then said, "I want to know the whole story. I can
let go of the fact that you raped me, but since you tortured my aunt to this state, I will definitely sue you. Now you should
confess . Although I have prepared for the worst, I really don't want to believe that I have such a perverted
brother."

She can actually let go of the fact that I raped her? Is this considered being good to me? To be honest, sometimes I really
can't understand my second sister. I shrugged and said, "What happens after I confess honestly?"

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 strive for leniency."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing that she was locked up, my second sister laughed angrily, "Fine, I really didn't expect my good little brother. I'm the best..."
"My friends and family actually attacked me. You've locked me up, what are you planning to do next? Kill me to cover your tracks
? Have you become so 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 couldn't do anything to me, this SM-specific mechanical chair. Even if
she was an excellent policewoman, she couldn't handle this expensive SM chair. Yet, despite not being able to break free, she remained so
calm, and 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.

My second sister glared at me angrily after my aunt hung up the phone.

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