My Persistent Love for My Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 82: The Nervous College Entrance Examination
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 82: The Nervous College Entrance Examination - 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
The next day, I came out of the bedroom and saw my parents sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast. They looked normal, as if the quarrel last night had never happened.
“Mom, Dad, good morning.” I greeted them, and then I stopped looking at their reactions and went to the bathroom.
After knowing what happened to my father last night, my heart could not calm down. I really didn’t know what kind of expression and attitude I should use to face my parents who pretended that nothing had happened.
I was not only panicking, but also a little afraid to see my parents. I didn’t know how to face them, even though they didn’t know that I had eavesdropped on their conversation.
In the bathroom, I turned the faucet valve to the far left, and splashed my cheeks with the icy cold water with my hands.
After washing, I was much more awake. I took two deep breaths, and my expression was the same as usual, pretending to be not awake and walked out of the bathroom.
I moved the chair away and sat down, yawned, and then picked up a fried dough stick and stuffed it into my mouth.
My mother looked up at me and said with an unhappy face: “You are yawning all the time and have a pair of panda eyes. What time did you go to bed last night?”
“Ah?” I was stunned and said quickly: “I went to bed early last night.”
My mother said in a tone of disbelief: “Look in the mirror and see how heavy your dark circles are.”
“This ... may be because of the recent study pressure and poor sleep.” I scratched my head and found a more reasonable reason.
“You should also pay attention to rest and go to bed early at night in the future.” At this time, my father interrupted.
Hearing this, I nodded: “I know.” Looking at my mother again, she has taken a spoon to drink porridge by herself, as if nothing happened.
While I lowered my head to drink porridge, I secretly looked at the expressions of my father and mother with my peripheral vision, but both of them were very calm, drinking porridge quietly, and talking from time to time, but they were all trivial things.
“Have you dealt with the problem at work?”
“No, it will be in May.”
“Well, let’s wait a little longer.”
My parents talked softly as if they were chatting, but I felt that the atmosphere between them was a little subtle. I always felt uncomfortable sitting next to them. Are they pretending to get along peacefully now?
I quickly swallowed the fried dough sticks and drank a few mouthfuls of porridge. “I’m full, I’m going to review.” After that, I got up and went back to my room.
Sitting at the table, looking at the review book in front of me, I couldn’t calm down. My mind was in a mess, and I didn’t even know what I was anxious about.
Is it because my father cheated? Or is it because my mother indulged me? Who should I follow if my parents divorce? If I follow my mother, will she accept me?
“Hey.” I scratched my hair irritably, sighed, and lay on the table.
If I didn’t force my mother at the beginning, would there be no such things later? I suddenly felt regretful and resented myself.
“If you don’t review well, why are you lying down? “My mother’s voice rang in my ears at this time. I stood up and looked back. It was my mother who came in with a plate of fruit.
I found a perfunctory excuse, but I didn’t dare to show any perfunctory tone. I grinned and said, “Nothing, I just sat down to digest the food.”
“Digestion?” Mom frowned and said, “How can you digest the food while sitting? Why don’t you go downstairs and run a few laps.”
I waved my hand quickly: “No, no, I’d better review the online class at home.”
“Be serious, don’t be lazy. “Mom said, and then turned and left the room. From her tone and expression, there was nothing unusual.
I scratched my hair again in annoyance. Why did I feel that I was also pretending, but there was nothing I could do. Should I question my father in person? Or should I expose my mother’s pretending that nothing had happened?
In the next few days, my parents were still getting along in harmony. If you don’t observe carefully, you really can’t see anything unusual between the two.
Under my mother’s supervision, I also faded my anxious thoughts. The daily review plan was fully arranged. I really didn’t have the energy to think about it. There were nearly three months before the college entrance examination, and I gradually felt the heavy pressure.
Finally, in mid-March, all schools started one by one, and the senior high school students also returned to school one after another.
Countdown: 81 days!
As the college entrance examination approaches, the atmosphere in the class is getting more and more tense. Teachers of various subjects take turns to prepare mock exams that can make people dizzy. Even the breaks and long breaks between classes are occupied. Only the few minutes to go to the toilet can go out for a walk.
“Mom, I’m back.”
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