My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 63: Taking care of my sick mother
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 63: Taking care of my sick mother - 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
It was almost midnight when we came out of the hospital.
I supported my mother and stood at the door of the hospital, feeling the chilly wind, and got goose bumps all over my body.
“Master, this way
I waved my hand when I saw an empty taxi.
When the taxi stopped, I helped my mother to sit in the back seat, and then I sat in the passenger seat. The car started and drove towards home.
The driver wore a mask and drove the car attentively while chatting: “It’s so late, come to the hospital for treatment”
My mother leaned against the back seat and didn’t mean to talk.
I nodded and smiled: “Yes, my mother’s stomach is a little uncomfortable”
“Stomach discomfort? Then you have to take a good look, don’t leave a root of illness”
“Yes, yes”
I nodded in agreement.
“It’s a good kid, what grade is he in”
I replied: “Senior three”
“Senior three? My daughter is in her third year of high school, just like you, but her grades are not good enough.”
“There’s still half a year left,” I said casually.
“That’s going to be soon. How many points can the child get in the exam in a blink of an eye?”
The driver was very talkative and could chat about anything along the way.
I sighed silently in my heart and could only continue to chat with him casually.
“Ahem”
At this time, my mother, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly covered her mouth and coughed twice.
Although my mother was wearing a mask, the driver was still alert and looked at the rearview mirror in the car a few more times.
In special times, any small problem can attract attention.
Then, the driver drove the car much faster.
In about ten minutes, we arrived at the gate of the community.
He helped my mother get off the car and walked into the community.
“Mom, please slow down”
After getting off the car, I quickly supported my mother’s arm, and my mother did not refuse.
Along the way, the cold wind kept blowing.
My mother’s cheeks were already flushed, and the cold wind blew on them, making them even redder, as bright red as a ripe apple.
I couldn’t help but speed up my pace.
Don’t blow like this anymore, or the small cold and fever will get worse.
After returning home, my mother took the medicine and urged me, “You should go to bed early, because you have to go to class tomorrow.”
Then she staggered towards the bedroom.
After closing the bedroom door, I frowned and sat down on the sofa. What soup can relieve colds and fevers? Ginger soup? Or brown sugar water? It seems to be ginger soup.
I took out my phone and searched the cooking process on Baidu, and then I walked to the kitchen with confidence.
Isn’t it easy to make ginger soup? Wash the ginger, slice it, cut it into strips, and mince it.
Boil water.
Add the minced ginger.
Simmer for ten minutes.
Following the process found on Baidu, a bowl of hot ginger soup is freshly cooked.
I took out a spoon and tasted it. “Hiss”, so spicy.
Put some sugar in it, it tastes much better, slightly spicy with a little sweetness, at least you don’t have to pinch your nose to drink it.
Carrying a bowl of ginger soup, I came to the door of my mother’s bedroom and knocked gently.
I heard my mother’s answer from inside the door: “Come in”
Her words were obviously a little weak.
I gently pushed the door open and went into the room. I turned on the light and saw my mother frowning and curled up in the quilt. I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
I walked to the bed with light steps and put the ginger soup on the bedside table. I lowered my head and whispered: “Mom, I made a bowl of ginger soup for you, get up and drink some.”
My mother slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at me for a long time before she whispered “Hmm”
My mother stood up with her arms, and I hurried forward to support her and took a pillow to cushion her back.
After my mother lay down against the head of the bed, I took the ginger soup next to me, sat on the bed, picked up the spoon, and prepared to feed my mother the ginger soup myself.
Mom pursed her lips and said, “I’ll do it myself.”
I hesitated and said, “You look so weak now, let me feed you.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me and said weakly, “I have a cold and a fever and I don’t have much strength, I’m not paralyzed in bed.”
“Okay then.”
I didn’t insist anymore and handed the bowl to my mother, saying, “It’s a little hot, be careful, or put a pillowcase underneath.”
Mom took the bowl and said unhappily, “No, your mother is not that delicate.”
I giggled and said, “It’s better to be delicate. When you are old and paralyzed in bed, I will feed you myself.”
Hearing this, Mom paused with the spoon in her hand, looked up and glared at me, “Are you looking forward to me being paralyzed in bed?”
“No way.”
I quickly retorted in a low voice, “I just said that, I want to take care of you.”
Mom snorted, “You should take care of your wife in the future, I don’t need you to take care of me.”
I said shamelessly: “Then I won’t get married in the future, and I will take care of you exclusively, okay?”
“Ding”
My mother threw the spoon, looked up at me, and said fiercely: “What nonsense are you talking about again?”
I realized that I had said the wrong thing, and hurried to save the situation: “Hey, don’t get angry all the time, we are just chatting, just chatting, why do you take my joke seriously?”
After that, I muttered in a low voice: “You are really funny”
Who knew that my mother became even angrier, and pushed me while saying fiercely: “Get out, get out, I don’t want to see you, go to sleep”
My mother’s body was weak at this time, not to mention that she hadn’t exerted much strength, so I just stayed there shamelessly, and let my mother push me no matter how she pushed me, I sat firmly by the bed.
Seeing that she couldn’t drive me away, my mother didn’t bother to care anymore, picked up the spoon again, and drank slowly.
After calming down, I sat obediently by the bed, looking at my mother without blinking, sipping ginger soup in small sips.