My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 70: Dad’s video call
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 70: Dad’s video call - 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
Mom’s aerobics lasted about ten minutes and then ended.
The reason was that Dad called me and told me that he couldn’t come back on New Year’s Eve this year.
In the video, Dad was wearing a white protective suit, wrapping himself tightly, with only his head exposed. Judging from the environment, he should be in the lounge of the hospital.
Just as Dad was telling Mom about his longing for him, the door of Dad’s room suddenly opened. A woman, also wearing a protective suit, approached from behind Dad. Judging from her figure, she should be a woman.
“Doctor Gu, I brought you food, let’s eat together?” The woman’s voice sounded familiar. When she approached and took off the protective mask on her head, I was stunned.
Suddenly, someone came to my mind, as if it was...
It seemed to be someone. I remembered that there should be this person, but at this time, I couldn’t remember where I had seen her.
Until Mom hung up the video, I racked my brains to recall where I had seen her.
“I remember!” I shouted. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that I met her in the taxi.
That time, after I got off the car, I felt that I had seen her somewhere, but because I was almost late for school, I didn’t think about it deeply. But this time, when I recalled it again, it seemed that she had appeared in my father’s circle of friends.
But wasn’t she a patient? How did she suddenly become a doctor? Or was she a volunteer?
“What are you screaming for?” Mom was startled. She turned around and frowned and asked, “What do you remember?”
“Just now ... that.” When the words came to my lips, I hesitated again. Should I tell my mother about this? However, it seems that there is nothing that cannot be said, but ... But I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.
“What is that?” At this time, my mother narrowed her eyes and stared at me, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
“Speak.” Mom scolded again.
So, I blurted out everything I knew, including when that woman appeared in my father’s circle of friends and how I met her in a taxi last time.
“That’s all I know. You say ... my father didn’t cheat, did he?” After I finished, I asked cautiously.
When my mother heard this, she reached out and slapped me on the head, saying unhappily, “What nonsense are you talking about.”
I rubbed my head, pouted, and stammered, “Then, then you don’t worry that my dad is really cheating? I haven’t been home to see you for so long. After all, after all, my dad is also a man.”
Hearing this, my mother’s face darkened, and she said angrily, “Do you think everyone is like you? Your head is full of yellow thoughts, and you want to have it every day. Go back to your room to review.”
I stiffened my neck and retorted, “I’m just thinking about you. Besides, you allowed me not to study today.”
“No need.”
“Pa!” Then, my mother slapped me on the head and said fiercely, “Now I have changed my mind again. Go back to your room to review.”
I said aggrievedly, “Today is the New Year’s Eve.”
“What’s wrong with New Year’s Eve? Don’t you need to study on New Year’s Eve? Or don’t you need to take the college entrance examination?”
“You are unreasonable.”
“I am right.” Mom said domineeringly, staring at me and said fiercely: “Did you hear me? Go back and review.”
“I heard it, I heard it.” I nodded helplessly, and then stood up.
Turning my head, I suddenly remembered something, and I whispered again: “Mom, have you bought me New Year clothes?”
“No.” Mom replied coldly, and couldn’t help but mocking: “With the score you got in the exam, you still want New Year clothes? You’re dreaming.”
I snorted and laughed: “I want to eat, but I can’t eat it.”
Hearing this, Mom stood up and looked at me, her eyes wide open and said: “Gu Xiaonuan, are you done?”
I didn’t say anything and quickly slipped back to the bedroom.
Sitting at the table, I was still thinking about the relationship between my father and that woman. Although I believe in my father’s character, I can’t help but fantasize. If my father really cheated, what would my mother do? Will she get divorced and live with me?
I know that my thoughts are a bit rebellious, but in my heart, I can’t help thinking about it.
Besides, it’s not against the law to think about it.
In the evening, with the countdown to welcome the New Year coming to an end, the new year has arrived with the sound of firecrackers.
There were sumptuous dishes on the table, but there were only my mother and I sitting at the table.
Mom watched the New Year’s Eve party on TV, not knowing what she was thinking, her body was motionless, her eyes were dazed, and the chopsticks in her hand never moved.
Mom’s mood seemed to be a little wrong. Was it because of Dad’s matter? Did something really happen?
I don’t know why, my heart suddenly became messy, and I thought of many possibilities out of thin air. If Dad and Mom really divorced, what should I do? Will Mom want me?
I didn’t dare to disturb my mother, but after a while, I couldn’t help but break the silence: “Mom? What are you thinking about?”
“Ah?” Mom turned around and looked at me with a worried face, then sighed and said, “Nothing.”
“Are you thinking about my dad?” I asked in a low voice.
“I don’t know if your dad can have the New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s all because of this infectious disease.” Mom frowned, her words full of disappointment.
After thinking for a while, “Why don’t you call my dad?”
“No need.” Mom shook her head, then moved her chopsticks and said, “Hurry up and eat.”
“Mom, I’ll peel the shrimp for you.”
Mom ate the dishes silently, neither objecting nor accepting.
I could see that Mom was not in a good state, and she looked a little absent-minded. I really wanted to care about her, but I didn’t know where to start.
Dad was not at home, so there was naturally no wine on the table. There was a bottle of Coke, and Mom didn’t drink it.
I gulped down a few mouthfuls of Coke, thinking in my heart how to make Mom happy.
On TV, the New Year’s Eve party was in full swing, and the most anticipated skit appeared. I hurriedly shouted, “Mom, the skit is out.”
Hearing this, Mom also turned her eyes to the TV.
It’s just that my mother looked absent-minded. I thought that my mother must be worried about my father again. In previous years, it was my family of three, my parents and I, but this year it was only my mother and I. I suddenly felt a little lost.
But deep in my heart, there was still a hint of joy, I don’t know where it came from.
But deep in my heart, there was still a hint of joy, I don’t know where it came from.
I think it was probably a chance to be alone with my mother.
I don’t have such a lofty ideal. I just want to stay by my mother’s side. Maybe the purpose is not simple.
The lights are on and the night is quiet.
This year’s New Year’s Eve is a bit special. There are only my mother and I at home.
After the party, my mother started to clean up the leftovers on the table. I wanted to help, but she chased me out of the kitchen. I think it might be that my mother was worried about me in the kitchen.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I was bored and changed the TV stations. I found that most of them were evening party programs, which were not very good.
Putting down the remote control, I moved to the kitchen door. Looking at my mother busy cleaning in the kitchen, I suddenly felt like moving.
From the moment I stayed at home alone with my mother, I was always looking forward to something happening between us.
Until tonight, I was still looking forward to it.
“What are you doing standing at the door? Go back to your room to review if you have nothing to do.” Mom noticed me, turned around and frowned.
I smiled innocently: “I just saw you busy.”
“Washing dishes is a bit interesting, go watch TV, or review.” Mom said unhappily.
I pouted and went back to the living room, watching the evening party on TV boredly.
After a while, Mom came out of the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, my heart beat uncontrollably. I was looking forward to having something with my mother, but there was always no chance.
I can’t always rely on my mother’s tolerance for me and force her before going. This is not my intention. The sex in my fantasy should be harmonious, and my mother opens her heart and voluntarily lets me play with her and cooperates with me to manipulate her.
“Luzhou Laojiao, Guojiao 1573...”
Hmm? Coming back to my senses, I watched the commercials on TV, and I seemed to be awakened all of a sudden.
Wine, yes, use wine.
Thinking of wine, I was a little excited. What’s wrong with drinking some wine on New Year’s Eve? Happiness and celebration, isn’t the reason justified? Justified.
I ran to the storage room excitedly, searched through it, and finally found it in a corner. The exquisite wooden box packaging looked not cheap. It might be a treasure that my father had collected for a long time. There was dust on the wooden box.
No matter, drink it first.
But, will my mother drink it? I am not very confident.
Given my mother’s current defense against me, dare to drink alone with me? Obviously unlikely.
Hmm ... Standing in the living room, staring at the red wine in my hand, thinking for a few seconds, and looking at the balcony again, I suddenly had more ideas in my mind.
Put down the red wine, first unfold the foldable table on the balcony, put it in the middle of the balcony, and then move two chairs, one on the left and one on the right.
Then, the most important part is music and lighting.
The atmosphere must be set, otherwise it is very likely that my mother will not even look at it.
Music is easy to say, the speakers at home will do, but how to get the lighting, there is no mood lighting at home. After thinking about it, I still thought of a solution that is not a solution, the two table lamps in my parents’ bedroom can be used.
Open the wine cork, find two high-foot glasses, put them on the table on the balcony, and then turn on a gentle music.
It’s done.
Although it’s a bit simple...
But it’s full of heart.
Turn off the lights in the living room and see the effect.
The two table lamps on the balcony emit a soft and dim yellow light, which makes the whole living room a little mysterious. The relaxing music echoes in my ears, and a glass of red wine. At this time, even my mother should let down her guard.
Just when I was imagining that in such an atmosphere, my mother and I were toasting and drinking happily, the bathroom door opened.
“What are you doing? Why did you turn off the light?”
My mother, who had just taken a bath, had her hair loose, her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips delicate and charming, her snow-white face as crystal as jade, exuding a very seductive charm. The tie around the waist of her bathrobe was loosely tied, as if it could be untied with a little force.
I looked at my mother in a daze and didn’t react for a while.
My mother and I were alone at home. My mother had been taking baths less and less frequently, which was also a kind of defense against me. It had been a long time since I had seen such a beautiful woman coming out of the bath.