My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 53: Mom is angry
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 53: Mom is angry - Looking at those beautiful legs and the perky buttocks, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like if I hugged my mother from behind and rubbed my penis between her legs or between her buttocks. As I thought about it, the penis under my crotch gradually became hard, and a bulge appeared in my loose sweatpants. I really wanted to reach out and ravage her hard, but I didn't have the courage to do so. In my eyes, my mother is a noble and inviolable existence.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“Click.”
The door suddenly opened.
I looked up in confusion. It was Mom, staring at me coldly.
“Mom, I, I...” I didn’t know what to say, and I stuttered.
“When did you learn to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations?”
“I, I was worried that you and my dad would quarrel, so I came to check.” I explained quickly.
“Mind your own business.” Mom said, and walked to the bathroom.
Dad came out right after me, looked at me and joked, “What are you doing standing at the door? You got scolded again.”
“What do you think I can do? I’m just afraid that you’ll get beaten.” I glanced at my dad unhappily and continued to ask, “What’s wrong with my mom? She seems very unhappy.”
Dad looked at the door of the bathroom, snorted unsatisfiedly, and said, “The school asked your mom to continue to teach the second year of high school, but your mom doesn’t want to.”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t react for a while, and after a few seconds, I woke up, clapped my hands suddenly, and blurted out, “You’re not going to teach our class anymore?”
Dad nodded, frowned and glanced at me, “Are you so excited?”
“Am I excited? No.” I quickly defended myself, “I’m just surprised.”
“It’s quite surprising.” Dad also nodded in agreement.
“Didn’t my mom say why?” I asked again.
Dad answered the question irrelevantly and asked me: “How are your class’s grades?”
“It depends on who we compare with. If we compare with the poor class, we will definitely be far ahead of them, but if we compare with the excellent class next door...”
“Huh?”
“To be honest, there is a gap.”
The next day, the sun was high in the sky and it was already eleven o’clock in the morning. I came out of the bedroom yawning.
Seeing my mother on the sofa in the living room, I suddenly woke up and almost forgot that I was at home.
Thinking of my mother’s attitude towards me last night, I didn’t dare to say hello and slipped into the bathroom first.
After washing and coming out of the bathroom, my mother was still sitting on the sofa. Just as I was about to go back to the bedroom, my mother suddenly called me: “Come here.”
I was a little confused and walked over with doubts, only to find that there were several test papers on the coffee table. After taking a closer look, weren’t these the test papers I brought back last night?
Is she preparing to blame me?
Just as I was thinking, my mother put down the test paper in her hand, looked up at me, and pointed at the test paper and asked: “How did you do in English? How come you just passed the passing line?”
I tentatively answered: “It should be a poor performance, right?”
“Poor performance?” Mom took out the history test paper and frowned and asked: “What about biology? Did you also perform poorly?”
“Well ... right.”
Mom slammed the test paper on the coffee table and was furious: “Gu Xiaonuan, just fool around. I want to see who fooled who in the college entrance examination!”
I kept silent. I knew that my poor performance in this test was not a poor performance, but my true level. There is no doubt about it.
Mom glanced at me and said coldly: “Why are you silent? Are you dumb?”
“Our English teacher said that as long as the grades improve, it is progress.” I whispered back.
My mother glared at me and sneered, “Oh! You are right to say that?”