Sleepwalking Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 30: Travel
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30: Travel - After his mother sleepwalked, the young son could not resist her temptation and had bad thoughts
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I pretended not to know that my father had come back last night and asked, “When did Dad come back? Didn’t you go abroad for three months?”
I remember that when Dad left, he clearly said that he would be away for three months. Why did he come back so soon? My relationship with my mother has made progress. Now that Dad is home, I have to be careful when I look for my mother in the future. I feel a little melancholy when I think of these.
“Why, you don’t welcome Dad back?”
Dad replied to my somewhat complaining words helplessly.
Then he said, “In that backward country, there is even a shortage of water and electricity. If I hadn’t urged them to work overtime and finish the project ahead of time, I don’t know how much suffering they would have to endure.”
Dad seemed to be answering, but also complaining. In the end, he didn’t forget to speak loudly towards the kitchen as if to please him, “It’s still better to be at home. Isn’t the Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? I will go home early to accompany you two.”
This year’s lunar calendar seems to be a little early. Calculating the date, the Mid-Autumn Festival seems to be this weekend.
Dad’s words are very sincere, and he doesn’t seem to be trying to make me and my mother happy. Dad actually loves me very much. I am his only son. He runs around outside for me and for this family.
It’s all because of me, the unfilial son, who only thinks about his wife, my mother.
But I just can’t forget my mother. When I think of my mother’s mature and beautiful body and the wonderful taste of having sex with my mother, I can’t stop my inner thoughts.
I lowered my head to eat with some shame. After a while, my mother brought out the cooked porridge. While serving us rice, she talked to my father, as if she had returned to the role of a housewife.
I listened on the side and couldn’t get a word in.
But when my mother handed me the rice, I still found that my mother’s eyes were a little avoiding me. Occasionally, the eyes she looked at me were full of complaints and a little bit of seduction that was hard to capture.
I am sure that my mother’s feelings for me now are not just a simple mother-son relationship. It can be seen from the nervousness of her heart beating like a deer when she was with me in recent days. But now that my father is back, my mother can only put away this feeling and try her best to hide the relationship between her and me that shouldn’t exist.
But what is the complaining look in my mother’s eyes?
Damn!
My mother should have discovered the semen I left in her lower body last night. I think so, because I ejaculated such a big lump last night.
After a night of drying, I thought that the semen must have covered my mother’s lower body with menstrual tampons and pubic hair.
It would be strange if it was not discovered, and my father came back in the middle of the night. Their usual experience as a couple made my mother know that my father had no interest in my mother during her menstrual period.
I thought of this, put down the bowl, and pretended to go to the bathroom. After closing the door, I eagerly searched in the trash can. Sure enough, it had been sorted and placed at the bottom of the trash bag, and it was packed. It should be thrown away by my mother when she was going downstairs after dinner.
My mother is a traditional beautiful woman with good habits. For private items like sanitary napkins, my mother always sorted them out and put them away after use. After all, there is a son in the family.
I saw that the semen on the sanitary napkin below had clumps and was stained with a layer of red, which was unusually charming.
Well, it’s better this way. My mother is menstruating, so I can’t eat, and neither can my father.
I returned to the table with a smirk and continued to eat, which confused my cousin Xiaolian and my father. But my mother told me to be honest and eat well with a stern face. My smart mother naturally knew what my dishonesty was.
Maybe the look I gave my mother was too presumptuous, which made her want to escape from me, or maybe my mother had already decided. After dinner, my mother said to us: “I will accompany my sisters to visit Sister Zhang’s child today. Her child is seriously ill. You can buy lunch for yourselves.”
Although my father didn’t know in advance, he didn’t ask anything. He just said: “If someone in a relative or friend’s family is seriously ill, you should go and see him.”
Then my mother went into the house, took her bag, and went out. Xiaolian was a little afraid of my father. After eating, she went back to the house to play her mp3. After eating, my father took a break and got up to go to the company. At the end, he gave me money so that Xiaolian and I could solve it ourselves at noon.
After my father left, I had to leave too.
After my mother left, I was thinking about another thing. What the old host said has always been a thorn in my throat. I am a little afraid that he can see through my thoughts or has other intentions. I must figure this out.
In the next few days, everything was fine. Dad went to the company to take care of the business, and Mom occasionally accompanied him, but more often she went for beauty treatments.
Xiaolian was a little unfamiliar and restrained with her father, so she always behaved very well.
As for me, during the break, I would always find an opportunity to go to the temple and have a plan in mind.
Mom was still on her period, and Dad was at home, so I didn’t do anything too much to her. I just took advantage of her when Dad wasn’t paying attention, and every time I would be scolded by my mother.
But I could see that my mother’s eyes were looking at me more and more differently, that kind of loving and confused eyes, just like the expression on my mother’s face when she looked at me after watching TV that day. I would get up early every day. In addition to going to class, I also counted my mother’s menstrual tampons carefully. After a few days, the things on my mother’s menstrual tampons became less and less.
It’s another weekend, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is here. On this day when families should reunite and have a happy date, my father received another call about a business trip.
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