My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 72: The food I cooked tasted terrible.
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 72: The food I cooked tasted terrible. - 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 opened my eyes in a daze and saw the roof.
Hmm? Why am I lying on the bed? Mom must have dragged me into the room.
Well, it should be. Later, I was lying on the ground in a daze and I was unconscious. I didn’t know what time Mom brought me into the room.
Lying on the bed with my chin in my hand, I felt hot and excited when I remembered kissing Mom last night when I was drunk. It was just that my head was dizzy last night and I forgot the feeling of kissing Mom. It was a pity.
Hmm ... I don’t know if there will be another chance tonight.
When I came out of the room, I kept thinking about how to communicate with Mom, but I didn’t see Mom in the living room. I looked at the time and it was already past ten in the morning. Where is Mom?
Looking back, I noticed that the door of my parents’ bedroom was closed. I thought to myself, Mom hasn’t gotten up yet, right? It shouldn’t be. Mom’s work and rest are always regular. She should have gotten up at this time.
I walked to the door of my parents’ bedroom with some confusion and knocked on the door gently a few times. There was no response from inside, which made me even more confused.
I knocked on the door again and waited for half a minute, but there was still no response.
Could something have happened? With this thought, I immediately felt uneasy. I quickly grasped the door handle and opened the door. I saw my mother lying on the bed, curled up in the quilt.
What’s wrong with mom? Is she still asleep? I frowned and walked over lightly.
Mom was wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only her head exposed outside. There was a thin sweat on her forehead. Her face was bloodless and she seemed to be a little uncomfortable.
Could mom be sick? My heart sank and I quickly put my hand on mom’s forehead.
Mom’s forehead was a little wet, the temperature was a little hot, and the breath she exhaled was also very hot.
In this special period, fever and cold are already very serious things. It may be just a simple fever, and there will be special personnel to arrange isolation and inspection.
But mom hasn’t been out recently!
No, no!
I slapped my forehead heavily, cursing myself in my heart. How could I think of the worst? It is very likely that my mother just has a common cold and fever.
Thinking back to last night, my mother had just taken a bath and sat on the balcony with me drinking in a thin bath towel. It must be easy to catch a cold.
“Why did you come in?” Just thinking about it, my mother suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and looked at me vigilantly. Although her tone was a little weak, her eyes were still sharp. While speaking, she moved to the other side to guard against me.
I smiled bitterly and didn’t care about my mother’s behavior. I understood and whispered with concern: “Mom, do you have a cold? I just touched your forehead and it’s a little hot.”
“Really? A-choo...” Mom said to herself, and then she sneezed.
It seems that she really has a cold.
Seeing this, I hurriedly said, “Mom, I’ll go get you some medicine.”
“No, I can do it myself, you go back to your room to review.” Mom waved her hand, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked out of the room in a split silk pajamas.
Seeing that my mother was indifferent to me, I stood by the wall, not knowing what to do for a while.
I wanted to do something to please my mother, but she didn’t accept it. After thinking about it, the only way was to be thick-skinned.
When I left the room, I saw my mother standing next to the water dispenser with a cup in her hand. Although my mother’s face didn’t look good, she shouldn’t be in any serious condition. She didn’t cough or have a high fever, but her forehead was slightly hot.
As long as it wasn’t an infection, I would feel more relieved.
“Mom, why don’t you go back to your room? Don’t let your cold get worse later.” I walked over and wanted to support my mother’s arm, but she shook it off.
My mother glanced at me sideways and said lightly: “No need.”
I pursed my lips, looked at my mother, and said a little aggrievedly: “Why are you always showing off? You are showing off even when you are sick. Don’t you know that you are sick? You have to make yourself suffer.”
“Ouch!” My mother slapped me on the back of my head, staring at me fiercely, and said unhappily: “It’s just a small cold. Look at what you said, it’s not that serious.”
“Then ... Then go back to your room and rest, I’ll serve you.” I muttered softly.
“No need.” My mother replied coldly.
I rubbed the back of my head with my hand and continued to mutter softly: “It’s necessary.”
“Hurry back to your room to review.” My mother didn’t see me, she didn’t get annoyed, and she went back to her room with a cup of water without even looking at me.
I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after her, shouting, “Mom, did you take your temperature?”
A voice came from inside the house: “Yes.”
“Why didn’t I see it?” I asked quietly while lying at the door.
Mom looked up and glanced at me, but didn’t say anything. I guess she was still angry about what happened last night.
Seeing that my mother ignored me, I had to get the thermometer myself, then returned to the room and handed it to my mother, “Here, take your temperature.”
My mother took the thermometer silently, just raised her arm and opened her collar, but immediately put her hand down, looked up and stared at me closely: “Why are you still standing? Get out.”
I showed my thick skin and sat down next to my mother, whispering: “I have to watch you take your temperature and take medicine before I can feel at ease.”
My mother frowned and said angrily: “Do I need your concern? Go and review your lessons.”
Hearing this, I snorted in dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice: “Dad is not at home, I have to take the responsibility of taking care of you.”
“You ... Go back to the room to review quickly, don’t bother me.” My mother pushed me and glared at me angrily: “Hurry up, don’t make me angry.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll review, and I’ll review after you take your temperature.” I had to compromise.
Mom was silent for a moment, and let me sit next to her again. Mom looked up and stared at me, while lifting her collar and putting the thermometer in her armpit.
I turned my head to the other side, pretending to look at the wall, but my peripheral vision was looking at the large piece of snowy skin under Mom’s collar.
It seemed to be purple, but I didn’t see it clearly, I muttered in my heart.
Five minutes later.
Mom took out the thermometer, I turned my head and took a look, and I was relieved immediately. It was just a low fever, nothing serious, mainly because the cold was more serious. Mom’s voice had changed, and her nasal tone was very heavy.
“Okay, let’s go out?” Mom stuffed the thermometer into my hand, looked at me with a little disgust, and pushed me out the door.
I looked at my mother and pretended to be resentful: “You really make your son sad.”
“Okay, don’t keep talking.” Mom gave me a warning look and said, “Go back to the room and review.”
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