Want Revenge？then Be Reborn as the Son of Your Enemy
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Chapter 28: The conspiracy against my mother
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 28: The conspiracy against my mother - The mother was teased continuously, and the latent desires of the middle-aged woman were aroused little by little, but she didn't know that all this was secretly planned by her son... In the dark night, when her desire was rising, she didn't notice that her son's greedy eyes were staring at her...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
At 5:30 in the evening, my mother stepped into the house on time. She was carrying a lot of things in her hands. When she saw me, she shouted: “Xiaobing, come and help, carry these bags of cooked food and the basket to the kitchen, be careful!”
I did as she was told and asked casually: “Why did you buy so many things?”
“Isn’t it to cook something delicious for you?” Mom sighed and said while taking off her high heels, “You didn’t feel well at noon, maybe your appetite was not good. I’ll make you some fresh dishes tonight, and I guarantee you will eat happily!”
“Mom, you are so good to me!” I said gratefully, and a warm current surged into my heart, but this feeling only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared. When my mother changed her slippers, she naturally raised her hips, and the tight skirt bulged out a curve that tempted to commit crimes ... My sight was immediately attracted, and the remaining conscience was driven away without a trace in an instant...
Alas, it’s really annoying!
If my mother’s body wasn’t so mature and sexy, I would never have been so mean to plot against her. Maybe I would have accepted the “advice” of the weird old man ... But now, I can no longer suppress my evil nature. Only if I completely possess my mother’s feminine body can we both be relieved.
“By the way, little soldier, did any guests come just now?” Mom straightened up and asked with a frown.
“No!” I blurted out.
“That’s strange!” Mom said in surprise, “Someone put a big paper bag at the door of our house. There is no address or signature on it. Could it be a careless guest who pulled it down?”
My heart skipped a beat and pretended to be calm and said, “Maybe it’s a gift ... Open the paper bag and take a look. Maybe someone left a note in it.”
“Well, that makes sense. I’ll open it after dinner!” Mom said, putting the paper bag on the table, tying her apron neatly, and going to the kitchen to work.
I felt a little disappointed, but I didn’t dare to urge my mother, for fear of arousing her suspicion. After all, I prepared the paper bag for her personally, and it contained something that would scare her to death and turn pale - the videotape with her unbearable scenes!
I spent an entire afternoon dubbing and making this, and both the image and the sound are first-rate.
And I deliberately cut out the scenes about “juice” so that people couldn’t tell that my mother had been drugged. In this way, the only things that filled the whole film were my mother’s passionate panting, ecstatic moans, and her half-covered graceful body...
After dinner, I sat in the living room in the name of watching TV, and my eyes kept glancing at my mother, eagerly hoping that she would notice the paper bag sooner...
Finally, around eight o’clock, my mother, who had just finished taking a hot bath, picked up the paper bag, hesitated for a moment, reached out and tore open the seal, and took out a brand new videotape from it!
“Huh? What is this?” I heard her muttering quietly, and quickly turned my eyes away, pretending to be staring at the TV with relish, as if I didn’t notice her actions. The corner of my eye told me that my mother had been watching the tape over and over for a while, and then walked into the bedroom with a puzzled look on her face.
“Great!” I waved my fist excitedly, knowing that she was going to the bedroom to play the videotape. It is estimated that in a few minutes, my mother will see my wanton and coquettish appearance on the screen, which is so inconsistent with her usual noble and dignified appearance!
I recalled the content of the tape, and my heart was filled with contempt and hatred for my mother. The warm family affection that was originally overflowing also faded, and was replaced by a strong possessive desire.
Humph, a two-faced bitch, you have such a promiscuous body, you are only worthy of being my obedient toy, not worthy of being a mother. Yes, ever since I witnessed her lewd performance after taking the drugs, my original respect for her has disappeared. Now I prefer to call her “bitch” instead of “mom”, although I call her in my heart.