My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 71: Want to get my mother drunk
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 71: Want to get my mother drunk - 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, I’ll pour you some wine.” Seeing my mother sitting back again, I was happy, but I didn’t dare to show it, I just kept pouring wine for my mother.
“Want to get me drunk?” Mom picked up the wine glass, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then raised her head and drank it all.
After a glass of wine, my mother stretched out her tongue to lick the corner of her mouth, put down the wine glass and looked at me, and twitched her chin: “Drink it.”
I ... Drink it, who’s afraid of who.
“Mom, I wish you a happy new year and eternal beauty.” After saying that, I picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
After drinking this glass, I immediately poured wine for my mother again, and then added wine for myself, and raised the wine glass: “Mom, I wish you a smooth teaching career and a rising position in the new year.”
There was a faint smile on my mother’s face, and she didn’t speak. She raised the wine glass and clinked it with me, and drank it again.
After finishing one glass, I immediately poured the next one. As for the congratulatory speech, I was too lazy to think about it. I just picked up the glass and clinked it with my mother.
At this time, my restless purpose was very obvious, that is, I wanted to get my mother drunk.
But after a few glasses of wine, my mother was calm without blushing or beating her heart. I was a little unsure. I really didn’t know how deep my mother’s alcohol tolerance was. I rarely saw my mother drinking since I was a child, but I never saw her drunk during festivals.
Although I rarely drink, I drank beer a few times with classmates, and I never got drunk.
Does drinking depend on talent?
“Okay, go back to the room and sleep.” After a bottle of wine was finished, my mother put down the glass and got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Neither my mother nor I was drunk. I can only say that I felt just right, in a state of tipsy.
The music in my ears was still rippling, and the dark yellow light was still on.
I sat alone in a chair for a while, got up and went back to the bedroom. After getting up, I stumbled and squatted on the ground. Then there was a crackling sound, and the red wine bottle and the high-heeled glass were broken all over the ground.
Looking at the broken glass pieces on the ground, I had no reaction, no waves in my heart, and even felt a little sleepy.
I supported the ground with my hands and prepared to get up, but squatted again and lay on the ground, my head was dizzy.
At this time, only one voice echoed in my mind: The aftereffect is really strong.
“Get up.” Suddenly, I heard a voice in my ear, and I looked up and saw that it was my mother. She looked at me expressionlessly, but her cheeks were flushed, like the sunset, and her bright skin was shining under the light.
Looking at my mother, I had no desire in that aspect at this time. My head was dizzy and I just wanted to sleep. I smiled foolishly and raised my arm, wanting my mother to pull me up. My mother did not hesitate, stretched out her hand to grab me, and wanted to pull me up.
However, my mother and I both underestimated the weight of a person after drinking too much.
I couldn’t use my own strength, and it was all up to my mother to pull me up. Maybe because there were broken glass shards on the ground, my mother slipped, screamed, tilted her body, and fell down. I didn’t know what happened at all. I just felt that the upward pulling force of my arm was suddenly removed, my vision was blocked, and then my whole face hit a soft place.
I realized belatedly at this time that it seemed that my mother fell.