My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 55: My mother took me to see a doctor
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 55: My mother took me to see a doctor - 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
After lunch, my mother chased me back to the bedroom. I sat at the table with a book in my arms, but I couldn’t calm down. I was restless. I went out every few minutes to see if my father had gone to work. Finally, my mother couldn’t help but scold me: “Why are you wandering around?”
After being scolded by my mother, I stayed in the bedroom and settled down. But I was still restless in my heart. I fantasized about what would happen between my mother and me after my father went out to work in the afternoon. After all, my mother had done it to me once in the kitchen at noon, so it shouldn’t be a problem to do it again in the afternoon, right?
I supported my head on the table with one hand and turned a ballpoint pen with the other hand. I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was thinking about how to let my mother do it to me again in the afternoon. Suddenly, there was a “bang” sound of the door closing outside the house, and I immediately came back to my senses.
Dad went to work!
I stood up in a flash, and walked around the bedroom in ecstasy for a few circles. Then I walked to the door of the bedroom, stuck my head out and looked around. There was no one in the living room. Then I left the bedroom and saw a pair of men’s slippers next to the shoe cabinet at the entrance. Now I was sure that my father had really gone to work.
Turning around, I saw that the door of my parents’ bedroom was closed. I didn’t know what my mother was doing. Was she resting or reading? I was a little unsure.
I walked to the door with my feet pinched, and listened for a few minutes. It seemed that there was no movement. Mom was asleep?
She should be asleep. If she wasn’t asleep, she would just find a perfunctory excuse, saying that she didn’t know how to solve a problem and wanted to ask you for help?
I clenched my nervous hands together and rubbed them. I was sweating a little. I hesitated and reached for the door handle, slowly turned it down, pushed open a crack in the door, and carefully stuck my head in. I found that my mother was leaning against the head of the bed, and her sharp phoenix eyes were looking straight at me.
I was so scared that I almost sat on the ground. It was like a flower thief who was caught before entering the door. I calmed down and said awkwardly: “Mom, didn’t you rest?”
Mom stared at me for a long time, and didn’t mean to get out of bed. Finally, she shouted coldly: “Go back to the room!”
Although I was a little unwilling, looking at my mother’s fierce eyes, I still closed the door angrily and went back to the bedroom in embarrassment.
I returned to the bedroom and sat on the chair. I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead and couldn’t help blaming myself in my heart. I could only blame myself. Who made me sneak into the door?
I slapped my thigh in annoyance. I should have been bolder just now, knocked on the door directly, and then pushed the door in. Maybe my mother wouldn’t chase me out directly, and I still had a chance.
It’s too late to regret now, but fortunately, there is still nearly half a month of vacation. As long as my father is not at home, I still have a chance.
Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but clench my fists and cheer myself up.
But there might not be much chance today. I was bored lying on the table and turning the ballpoint pen in my hand. Just as I was about to get up and go to the bathroom, my mother’s cold voice suddenly sounded behind me: “Is this your attitude towards study?”
I hurriedly wanted to get up, but unexpectedly my mother said again: “If you don’t want to study, change your clothes and go out with me.”
“Where are you going?” I asked subconsciously.
“Change your clothes first, I’ll wait for you downstairs.” After that, my mother turned and walked out.
I scratched my head in confusion, not understanding what my mother meant by this. Where are you going?
Without thinking too much, I changed into sportswear, put on the Nike shoes my mother bought for me before, and took care of my hair before going out.
When I went downstairs, I saw my mother at a glance. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt on her upper body, a pair of black nine-point trousers on her lower body, and a pair of black pointed high heels on her feet. The classic black and white combination is fashionable and simple, yet generous and elegant.
What caught my attention was my mother’s pair of high-heeled feet. The white and smooth surface of her feet, without the cover of stockings, was somewhat reflective in the hot summer sun.
I was distracted for a moment, and when I saw my mother looking at me, I suppressed my restless thoughts and hurried over.
“You are so slow, do you think I am taking you to a blind date?” My mother looked me up and down, and then she said something to me in anger.
“I...”
“Get in the car.” My mother got into the car without giving me a chance to speak.
I sat in the passenger seat angrily, fastened my seat belt carefully, and asked again: “Mom, where are we going?”
“To see a doctor.”
“Ah?” I opened my mouth in surprise, and asked with concern: “Are you sick?”
“I’m not sick.” My mother turned her head and looked at me, and said unhappily: “I’m going to see a doctor for you.”
“What?” I was even more stunned now. Am I sick? “I ... How come I don’t know I’m sick?”
My mother snorted coldly and looked at me: “You are not only sick, but also very sick.”
“But I don’t feel uncomfortable, how can I be sick?” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. How could I not know if I was sick myself?
My mother suddenly said: “You have a mental illness.”
“Mental illness? What mental illness?” I didn’t understand what my mother meant for a while.
“What do you think?” My mother turned her head and asked back with a cold face.
Looking at my mother’s captivating eyes, I immediately woke up and looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.
Mom stared at me for a few seconds before turning her head and slowly saying, “Mom can’t hurt you, understand?”
“Mom, I...” I was about to refute my mother, but she interrupted me and continued as if talking to herself: “So far, Mom has beaten you, scolded you, and even asked you to move to school, but you still do it again and again...”
Mom paused for a moment before sighing and saying, “Mom really doesn’t know what to do with you.”
“Mom, I...” I don’t know how to defend myself, nor do I know how to persuade my mother to accept me, because I know that it is impossible for me and my mother to be together. I am just at an age where I can be willful, relying on my mother’s love for me, to hurt my mother without any bottom line. “I’m sorry, Mom.” I lowered my head, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“In fact, it’s my fault. I didn’t take your seemingly adolescent idea seriously at the beginning. If I had guided you correctly earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this.” Mom clenched the steering wheel in her hand with some annoyance, with a bit of self-blame in her tone.
“Mom, it’s all my fault.”
“When you see the doctor later, you must cooperate with the doctor and answer the doctor’s questions honestly, understand?”
“I understand, but...”
“But what?!” Mom honked the car horn twice, turned her head and looked at me, and said angrily: “I’m doing this for your own good, do you know? You’re almost in your third year of high school, can you please stop thinking about fooling around! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a muddle?”
“I...”
“I’m telling you, even if you want to degenerate, I won’t allow it!” Mom stared at me with red eyes and continued to yell: “Do you understand!”
I was frightened by my mother’s appearance, and hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: “I know, I know.” But what I want to say is not what you think. Finally, I glanced at my mother and said weakly: “Mom, actually I want to say, if the doctor asks, asks, and asks to any step later, do I have to answer truthfully?”
My mother was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a pack of tissues on the center console and threw it at me, angrily saying: “Yes!”
I whispered: “Oh.”
After that, the car suddenly became quiet. Obviously, this topic was a bit embarrassing for my mother and me.
Along the way, I didn’t dare to speak again. I sat quietly in the passenger seat and looked out the window until the car stopped at the entrance of a quiet alley.
My mother took out the car key and glanced at me: “Get out of the car.”
“Hey.” I quickly got out of the car and walked beside my mother. I looked up at the plaque of “A Beam of Light” at the entrance of the alley. Is this it? It looks very low-key, and the name of the store is also quite strange.
As we were about to enter the store, I couldn’t help but worry, so I whispered, “Mom, is this doctor you found reliable? Isn’t he a shrew?”
“What are you talking about?” Mom glared at me, then said worriedly, “She was introduced by a classmate, so there shouldn’t be any problem.”
I opened my mouth wide: “How can you be unsure?”
“I don’t know her.”
“Then, then why don’t we stop seeing her and go back?”
My mother turned her head and glared at me, grabbed my ear, and then said fiercely, “You’re dreaming, this is a doctor I got through a friend’s introduction, and I spent half a month’s salary to make an appointment, you know?”
“I know, I know.” I tried to pull my mother’s hand with one hand, and hurriedly begged for mercy: “Then let go first, someone is watching.”
My mother snorted coldly, then let go of my ear and walked into the store.
I rubbed my ear and hurriedly followed.
“Hello, is this Ms. Ning?” As soon as I entered the door, a girl came up to me with a smile on her face.
My mother replied, “Yes, I have made an appointment with Dr. Guo.”
“Please follow me, both of you.”
I followed him to the second floor and saw Dr. Guo, a short-haired woman wearing glasses, with a pretty face, wearing a black suit and hip skirt. She looked like the real doctor.
After arranging me in the rest area, my mother followed Dr. Guo into the reception room. Through the patterned glass in the reception room, I could roughly see my mother and Dr. Guo sitting opposite each other and talking.
But the room was too soundproof, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a few minutes, I saw my mother push the door and come out, with a slightly sad look on her face. She looked at me, frowned, and then walked over in high heels.
“Mom.” When my mother approached, I stood up quickly, staring at her with my eyes, pretending to listen carefully.