My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 69: Eat dumplings and post couplets
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 69: Eat dumplings and post couplets - 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
I stayed in the bedroom until after seven in the evening. I quietly came to the door of the room and looked at the dining table. I found that my mother was already eating, but it seemed that I didn’t have a share.
“Gurgle...”
I looked down at my hungry stomach, which had been gurgling for a long time. I pursed my lips and mustered up the courage to leave the room.
I went to the kitchen to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and walked towards the dining table with a thick face.
My mother ignored me and just chewed slowly.
“Mom, the dishes you cook are simply amazing, with good color, fragrance and taste. They look really appetizing.” At the table, I complimented my mother with a smug face, moved the chair away, and sat down quietly.
My mother chewed the food in her mouth gently and ignored me.
I know that my mother wants to treat me coldly again, but I have experienced this trick countless times and have become very familiar with it. Every time, as long as I am thick-skinned and admit my mistakes sincerely, my mother’s cold attitude will always change.
But this time, I don’t know how long my mother will treat me coldly.
“Mom? Can I pick up my chopsticks?”
Seeing that my mother didn’t respond, I had to do it myself. I stretched out my chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised pork, but before I touched it, my mother moved the plate of braised pork to her side.
“I didn’t make your share.” My mother looked up and glanced at me, saying coldly.
Uh...
I was stunned, looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table. I couldn’t believe that my mother didn’t make my share, so I whispered, “Can you eat so much by yourself? Be careful not to gain weight.”
Hearing this, my mother paused with her chopsticks in her hand, glanced at me coldly, and knew what I was thinking, so she simply ignored me.
I reached for my chopsticks again, ready to pick up a piece of tofu, but my mother refused.
“Mom, I’m almost starving to death, can you just let me have a bite?” I had to beg my mother.
My mother sneered: “You won’t starve to death if you skip a meal.”
“But I have so much pressure from studying every day, how can I have the energy to study if I don’t eat enough?” It’s useless to pretend to be pitiful, so I had to try to reason.
My mother looked at me and sneered: “You haven’t seen how hard you work even if you eat enough. You have yellow thoughts all day long, and you still need to eat?”
“Then, then...” I was speechless for a moment, and had nothing to refute. I said dejectedly: “What if I starve to death if I don’t eat, don’t you feel bad?”
My mother smiled contemptuously and continued to eat with her head down.
What should I do?
It seems that my mother is determined to teach me a lesson and let me remember it for a long time.
Helplessly, I served myself a bowl of white rice, took a few sips, and then looked at the sumptuous food in front of my mother, I couldn’t help swallowing my saliva.
Hey, I still don’t believe it, you will always finish it, right? I will eat after you finish.
So, I put down my chopsticks and simply sat there and watched my mother eat.
Noticing the water cup next to my mother, I thought about it and got up to take the water cup: “Mom, I’ll refill your water.”
There was still about half a cup in the water cup, but it was a little cold.
My mother looked up at me when she heard it, but she didn’t say anything. I replaced a cup of hot water for my mother and put it down, and continued to watch her eat.
After a few minutes, my mother seemed to be unable to bear my gaze staring at her while she was eating. She quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice, then cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen.
As soon as my mother entered the kitchen, I immediately started to use my chopsticks, eating and eating vegetables in big mouthfuls. The braised pork that melted in my mouth was simply amazing.
After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen, and without caring whether I was full or not, she directly removed all the dishes on the table.
I ate the last mouthful of rice and burped. It was okay, eight-tenths full. My mother seemed to be keeping track of time, just enough time for me to have a bowl of rice.
After dinner, my mother turned on the TV as usual to follow the latest situation.
I was busy and attentive to my mother, washing dishes and pots, cleaning the kitchen, and then cutting the fruit platter and making a cup of tea for her.
Finally, my mother saw that I still planned to clean the living room, and she couldn’t help but said: “Okay, go back to the room to review!”
I immediately dropped the broom and saluted in a standard way: “Got it.”
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