Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Ever since my dad passed away leaving us with a vast fortune, all my mother has been focused on is splurging the wealth on herself. She lived without a care in the world and rarely ever enquired about how I was doing.
Sure, she did buy a massive penthouse for both of us, paid for my education, gave me hefty pocket money every month, but she never had time for me and barely even interacted with me. It is as if she lived in her own personal high society bubble.
She is a socialite and these days she calls herself one of those 'influencers' on social media. Endorsing various brands on her profile, attending posh parties, hanging out with other celebrities are a part and parcel of her life. I still remember her gushing over the phone to her best friend about meeting with the Kardashians the other night or how Paris Hilton had complimented her.
Mrs. Sarah Stone, my 48 years old mother, did not look her age at all. Regular visits to the gym, practising pilates, and yoga have kept her figure well toned and tight even at this age. She looked almost half her age.
She is a living testament to the saying, 'You are not ugly. You are just poor.'
Even though she never had any implants, her 33 figure was solely due to her healthy diet and regular workouts. She did have a few minor procedures though, a botox here, a tummy tuck there, some facial contouring as well.
Her perky tits were not big enough, but modest in size. A decent 33B. Her butt was not huge either but almost the same size as her boobs. Overall, with her slim waist, she looked nothing less than a model in her prime.
Her blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and her perfect pouty lips thanks to the small visit to her plastic surgeon gave her the perfect photogenic face.
As for me, I, unfortunately, inherited my father's look, which was average to say the most. Mom really never introduced me to any of her social gatherings. Even when she had parties at our house, she would send me away to stay with my friends. She never posted even a single picture of us together on any of her social media handles. It was as if the world did not even know of my existence.
I am 19 now and have just joined college. Nobody would even believe me if I told them that my mother is Mrs. Stone, the famous influencer with over 800k following on social media.
I was actually homeschooled since childhood with various teachers, consequently never had much of any friends, let alone a girlfriend.
But what I soon realized was that secretly I was a voyeur and a pervert. Having a hot and rich mom gave me the perfect opportunity to hone my perversion.
Even though she did not care about me or acknowledge me, I followed her every move.
I would explore all her stuff in her room when she would leave the house. I would follow her every post on social media and read every comment. I especially liked the ones where they would insult or humiliate her.
She would often make posts about partying at a club, maybe wearing an extremely pricey little black dress or carrying a shiny designer bag. And the comments would pour in, most of them would be really mean. Some would call her degrading things, while some would ask her to get naked on the internet, while some would ask her to open an online paid adult account by her name.
But mom behaved she was way above that. She did not expose herself unnecessarily. The maximum exposed photos I have of her are the bikini pictures that she had posted while on a vacation in Costa Rica, where of course, she did not take me. She was wearing a purple bikini, flaunting her tanned perfect body in her signature diamond-studded huge sunglasses.
She would stay in our house for very little time, spending most of the nights at places she would never tell me about. But whenever she was at home, I would secretly spy on her. When she would return home late at night, quite tipsy after drinking at a high-class party, her short tight dress almost threatening to expose her nipples, I would sit in the shadow above the staircase and watch her secretly.
She seemed to have quite an active sex life as well. I rubbed my dick as I watched her bring a different man every other night to our house and literally drag him to her bedroom and shut the door. I would tiptoe downstairs and place my ears on the door, hoping to hear her talk dirty. But all I would get are muffled noises and intermittent screams of pleasure from behind the door.
When she would leave in the morning and after the maid has cleaned her room, I would venture inside it. I would lay on her bed, the very bed where she got fucked last night, and would take out my small dick. I enjoy rubbing it against her bed imagining her naked and getting rammed in different positions. While rubbing myself off, I would open her social media account and watch her recent pictures, where either she would be modeling in different sets of clothes for a brand or endorsing a product in a very sophisticated manner.
With her perk uptight posture, fluent confident English, a well-maintained MILF like figure and model like face, she can sell off literally anything. And the brands love that.
She would lock her cupboards so I couldn't get any access to any of her clothing or her stockings or her immense collection of lingerie and shoes.
So I will just end up ejaculating on her bed and rub my cum all over it.
But all of this changed one day.
Out of the many reasons I remember it for, one of them being that it was one of those nights during which mom decided to stay at home alone by herself. She had asked me not to disturb her in any manner and to stay in my room no matter what. Being the meek kind of boy I am, I agreed without arguing.
It was around 1:00 am in the night when I heard some rattling sounds downstairs. I woke up to find our front lawn being extra-ordinarily illuminated by some light source. Just like the ones you find on a huge football field. You can barely look at the lawn without squinting your eyes.
My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to sneak out of my room. I slowly opened the door and carefully looked down the staircase.
3-4 armed guards were rummaging through the things in our drawing-room. All of them were heavily armed and had night vision goggles on. I ever so slowly moved downstairs and somehow managed to get in front of my mom's room to warn her, but it was locked from the inside as usual. Consequently, I could not even call her as it will attract the attention of those armed men.
But as fate would have it, I was soon spotted by one of them and before I could even react he seemed to fire something like a dart at my neck.
Vision blurred and knees weakened, I dropped down limply on the floor and the whole world went dark.
I was awoken by the crackling noises coming from a communication speaker. I felt so groggy waking up. My head swam and throbbed like anything. What the hell did they shoot me with anyway? Very slowly I tried to get up and take note of my surroundings.