My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 56: My mother’s concern for me
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 56: My mother’s concern for me - 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
In the next few days, when it was time for dinner, my mother would ask from time to time: “What do you want to eat for dinner?”
And every time, my mother would follow my advice and prepare the dinner I wanted.
This situation lasted for a few days, and I finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I asked the big doubts in my heart.
At noon, my mother was leaning on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. I came out of the bedroom and sat opposite her, thinking about how to start.
My mother glanced at me and asked first: “Is there something wrong?”
I hesitated and asked: “Mom, can you tell me the truth?”
“What is it?”
I gritted my teeth: “What disease do I have? Is it a terminal illness? There is no cure”
“Yeah”
My mother looked up in surprise and looked at me puzzled: “What nonsense are you talking about, what terminal illness? What is there no cure?”
“Then you feed me fish and meat every day these days, and you cook whatever I want to eat. Isn’t this a farewell meal for people who are dying?”
My mother looked at me with a messy face, paused for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: “What are you thinking about? What does this have to do with terminal illness?”
“Then what do you mean these days? You have to let me die with a clear mind”
I muttered softly.
When my mother heard this, she immediately put down her phone and said with a gloomy face: “What are you talking about? Are you a bad mouth?”
“Mom, mom, don’t be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong”
I quickly raised my hand and slapped my mouth twice, saying in a flattering manner: “I know what I am eating, I know what I am eating”
My mother glared at me unhappily and waved her hand in disdain: “Go back to your room and study”
“You haven’t said why yet”
“Why do you have so many whys? Go into the room and do your homework”
“Mom, I’m really fine”
I asked again half-believingly.
“What can you do? Are you annoying? You keep asking”
I still want to know what’s going on, so I asked carefully: “Then how, how did you change so much since you came back from psychological counseling”
“And, you are still so nice to me”
I added in a low voice.
My mother fell silent after hearing this. After a few seconds, she slowly said, “You don’t have to think too much. The doctor just said that you are under too much mental pressure and have some minor psychological problems. He asked me to relax with you and not put too much pressure on you. Then, guide you correctly.”
“But you are so nice to me every day now. I am a little uncomfortable with it.”
I whispered.
My mother raised her eyebrows and spat, “You don’t know what’s good for you. Go back to your room and do your homework.”
I muttered to myself and returned to my room. Thinking about what my mother had just said, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
My mother’s recent behavior is completely contrary to her previous behavior. She is like a completely different person. As for her purpose, I know it very well in my heart. She just wants to cut off my thoughts about her.
But can this method really work? Why do I feel that my feelings for my mother are getting deeper and deeper?
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Then I thought about it, it’s not right.
By doing this, could my mother want me to face up to and see the relationship between me and her? Through various things in daily life, can I gradually dilute my feelings for my mother between men and women? So as to strengthen my pure love for my mother?
Also, were the questions my mother asked me in the afternoon to test me? Or was it to verify the psychologist’s judgment of me? What did the psychologist say to my mother? Oh no! Forget it, forget it, it’s a waste of brainpower.
Sitting at the table, I scratched my hair irritably, feeling that I was almost Sherlock Holmes.
In the next few days, my mother was still as caring as usual.
What do you want to eat at noon? Have you completed today’s study plan? Do you want to eat fruit? The grapes I just bought are still fresh.
What do you want to eat for dinner? My mother was so abnormal that I felt a little numb. I simply stopped thinking about it and accepted my mother’s kindness to me with peace of mind. However, in this way, I was embarrassed to touch my mother, let alone force her. Wouldn’t that make me an ungrateful person?
Thinking about the past, my mother actually cared about me a lot, whether it was in study or life, but she never showed it on the surface.
Love is deep, but it will not cause any waves, it is calm and profound.
Thinking of this, I feel like a jerk again.
And now, my mother has released her fiery maternal love, and my guilt towards her has become even stronger.
Unknowingly, two weeks have passed, and school is about to start.
The night before school started, my mother packed my things and arranged for me to get along with my roommates and try not to have unnecessary disputes with them. I listened and nodded repeatedly.
In fact, there was nothing to pack, just a few clothes to change, and some snacks that I usually like to eat. My mother stuffed some more into my schoolbag.
After a while, I packed up and my mother arranged: “Okay, don’t do homework tonight, go to bed early.”
After speaking, my mother prepared to go out.
“Mom, can I live at home?”
Mom stopped, turned around, and frowned slightly: “What’s wrong? It’s not good to live in the dormitory.”
“It’s not bad, I’m just a little uncomfortable.”
“You’ve lived in the dormitory for more than a month, and you’re still not used to it.”
I looked bitter: “You’ve seen my state in class. It’s because I don’t sleep well in the dormitory every night, which leads to my inability to study during the day.”
Mom rolled her eyes and said: “Is it because of lack of sleep? That’s because your learning attitude is negative, and you don’t put your mind on learning at all.”
I opened my mouth and had nothing to refute, and finally acted like a rogue: “I don’t care, I want to live at home, and I’m about to be a senior in high school, I have to rest well.”
“Then wait until you get full marks in the exam.”
“But how can you get full marks if you don’t rest well?”
“You said you wanted to get full marks, not me.”
Mom looked at me with a smile and said: “A real man should keep his word.”
I pouted and continued to act like a rogue: “I’m not a real man”
My mother sneered: “Oh, you are denying it again now.”
I snorted twice and didn’t say anything. Anyway, I didn’t want to live in the school dormitory. It was not as comfortable as staying at home, eating delicious meals made by my mother every day, and hanging out under her nose every day.
Just thinking about it, my mother suddenly frowned and said coldly: “Don’t bring the sunshine to you, you will be bright, go to sleep quickly, go to school tomorrow”
I was anxious when I heard it, and dragged out the sound and shouted: “Mom”
My mother was ruthless: “It’s useless to shout me, I will consider it when you turn over a new leaf”
Hearing this, I immediately lost my confidence. I knew what my mother meant by this. She was still worried about me. I had to mutter in a low voice: “What do you mean by turning over a new leaf? Who do you think I am?”
When this matter was mentioned, my mother was furious and glared at me: “What do you think? You have a head full of obscene thoughts. I said you wrongly”
I pouted unhappily and said nothing.
Maybe it was because I performed well during this period. After a long silence, my mother looked at me and softened her tone: “Go to school tomorrow, okay?”
My mother’s unprecedented attitude seemed to be asking for my opinion. I really couldn’t bear to refuse her.
Besides, I don’t have the courage.
I thought about it in my heart, but I was still a little unwilling, so I just kept silent.
Seeing that I didn’t say anything, my mother lost her temper and calmed down.
After a while, my mother suddenly said, “Don’t you think the dormitory is noisy and the environment is bad? Otherwise, I’ll rent you a single room outside, that’s okay, right?”
Single room? Live outside? Then you won’t even have the chance to go home on weekends.
I was a little panicked when I heard it, and hurriedly said, “No, no.”
After saying that, looking at my mother’s gradually gloomy face, I muttered in a low voice, “Actually, the dormitory is pretty good.”
“You are hard to deal with, but not soft, what a problem.”
My mother said unhappily and went out.
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