Want Revenge？then Be Reborn as the Son of Your Enemy
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Chapter 50: Continue my incest plan
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 50: Continue my incest plan - 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
The only question I think about day and night is how to continue the “incest” plan that is being implemented in secret until it is successfully completed?
Originally, this plan has been implemented to the fifth stage, and the dawn of victory can be seen, but at this juncture, Brother Zhibin’s idea completely disappeared from my mind, and he didn’t have time to tell me what to do next.
However, this little setback will never shake my determination to possess my mother!
I have always vaguely felt that the evil plan was not actually thought up by Brother Zhibin, but originally existed in my subconscious. For a long time, the idea of having sex with my mother was so unforgettable, but it could not be satisfied, so I had such a crazy idea!
In other words, as long as I think seriously and carefully, I can complete the rest of the plan in a sober state, because it is a plan that I conceived myself ... That night, I tentatively asked my mother why she hugged me and cried bitterly yesterday, as if I had come back to life. She calmly explained that it was because I drank too much and was drunk all the time, which frightened her. When she saw me wake up, she lost her normal state when she was excited. “Oh, so that’s it!” I nodded, but my face showed a look of doubt, and I looked at her suspiciously. My mother was uneasy when I looked at her, and she quickly changed the subject and talked to me about other topics, but I didn’t say much. I responded listlessly twice and turned away. In the following days, I deliberately treated my mother with a cold attitude. When she came back from get off work in the evening, I no longer followed her closely like in the past. The look in my eyes when I looked at her was no longer full of attachment as in the past. I often lowered my head as if I had lost something, and deliberately avoided her caring gaze.
In the past, every night at dinner, my mother and I would talk and laugh to exchange feelings, but these days I have been silent, just eating by myself. Even if I occasionally say a few words, it is always my mother who asks questions and I passively answer. And what comes out of my mouth are basically short and concise words, and sometimes I just use “yes” or “no” to perfunctorily deal with it, not giving her the opportunity to talk in depth.
What’s more, after dinner, I immediately hid in my room to read, leaving my mother alone in the living room. She didn’t come out until she was about to go to bed. In short, I tried every means to ignore her intentionally or unintentionally, and built an invisible barrier between us.
With the sensitivity of a woman, my mother soon realized that our relationship was becoming increasingly distant, and even an unprecedented crisis had occurred. It was obvious that she was very distressed, anxious and sad about this. In just a few days, she had obviously lost weight, her face was a little sad and haggard, and her eyes no longer had the usual moving look, which looked distressing.
She had tried to break the deadlock and exchange her thoughts with me frankly, but my reaction was quite negative. My purpose was to make my mother realize with horror that she was losing me, her biological son, emotionally, and losing my trust and dependence on her ... and this was exactly what my mother feared the most and could not accept in any case...
After all, in the past six months, she had lost too much: her father who she hoped to rely on for life, the “heart demon” who had an affair over the phone, and the brother Zhibin who was entangled in grudges ... These men who had a certain weight in her life were now far away from her ... In such a frustrated time, my mother must have cherished me, her only relative, and she would never want me to “abandon” her...
I firmly believe that my mother must be eager to rebuild a close mother-son relationship and restore the fading family affection at this moment.
As long as I can grasp her anxious psychology and make good use of it, I can achieve the planned goal.
More than a week passed. One night, I was sitting at my desk, absentmindedly flipping through my textbooks, when there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. It was my mother standing in front of me.
“Xiaobing, can I come in?” She asked softly with a smile on her face.
“Yes.” I said lightly, letting her into the room. Tonight, my mother was wearing a short-sleeved patterned pajamas, with a fresh and pleasant perfume smell on her body. Her freshly washed long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look charming and delicate.
Faced with such a beauty, no man could say no.
“Reading? Didn’t my mother disturb you?” She sat down on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened, elegantly lifted her bare right foot, and seemingly casually placed it on my chair. The hem of her pajamas was suddenly lifted, revealing a section of her snow-white and plump thighs.
I suddenly understood that my mother was afraid that I would refuse to communicate with her again tonight, so she used her beauty as bait to attack me. As for whether she did this intentionally or unintentionally? Was it out of a beautiful woman’s natural instinct to subconsciously show her charm to the opposite sex? Or did she make a firm decision after careful consideration to please me at all costs? I don’t know!
But no matter what, it was dangerous for my mother to take this step, which was exactly what I wanted. I made up my mind in an instant to let my mother play with fire and burn herself, step by step, sliding into the abyss of incest...
I calmed down and said indifferently: “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, no, I just want to talk to you!” Mom hesitated for a moment, and said prophetically, “Xiaobing, have you ... been worried recently?”
“No!” I answered stiffly, but my eyes deliberately glanced at the exposed thighs. Of course, this could not be hidden from my mother who had been paying attention to me. Her eyes immediately lit up and looked at me with a smile, as if she was quite sure of having me.
“If you have something to hide in your heart, you can tell mom. Of course, you are not a child anymore. Some things belong to your privacy and I should not ask ... But mom still hopes you can tell me what has made you depressed recently?”
I frowned and acted hesitant. After a long while, I whispered: “Mom, it’s really nothing! Don’t be so suspicious, okay?”
“You are lying!” Mom looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You are obviously emotional, I can see it!
Why ... why can’t you tell mom?”
“But if I tell you, you will definitely be angry!”
“Look at what you said! You are my son, how can mom be angry with you?” She looked angry and touched my leg twice with her toes. It didn’t look like a mother talking to her son, but a bit like acting coquettishly to her lover.
“Then, can you promise me that you will not be angry no matter what I say?” I asked calmly, trying to get her. “Okay, I promise!” Mom said with a smile, not realizing that she had already stepped into the trap.
I pretended to hesitate for a long time before I reluctantly said, “Mom, do you remember that night a week ago when I drank a lot of wine and got drunk?”
“I remember. I have explained this to you. Is there any problem?” She asked puzzled.
“No problem...” I said hesitantly, “but ... but I had a dream at that time, a strange dream that was inexplicable...”
“Oh? What was it?”
“I dreamed that I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with an incense table next to me, a huge yellow curtain and colorful talismans hanging on the wall, and a few incense sticks burning in the corner...” I talked about the furnishings in the living room that night in detail, even the smallest details were not wrong at all. The smile on my mother’s face gradually froze, and the blood gradually faded from her cheeks. She said calmly, “Xiaobing, you ... did you really dream about ... these?”
I nodded seriously and said in a low voice, “Yes, and I also dreamed about you, mom. I just sat down on the sofa, and you appeared at the door of the living room. What shocked me was that you actually, actually...”
“What?” Mom asked nervously, with a frightened expression in her eyes.
I suddenly slowed down my tone and said easily: “What shocked me is that you are not wearing any clothes, you are naked...”
This sentence is not true. Mom was startled, sighed softly, and blushed with shame. She spat: “Little devil, what nonsense are you talking about?”
I turned a deaf ear and continued to talk: “You walked to me and helped me take off my clothes and pants, so I became naked like mom. Then you told me that there is no barrier between mother and son, so we should return to the most primitive beast state and understand each other’s most private secrets.”
“Pah, pah ... damn little devil, how could mom say such a ridiculous thing? You are just kidding.”
Mom’s face became redder, as if she had a ghost in her heart, her eyes flashed She didn’t dare to look me in the eye, and whispered, “Then what? What else did you dream about?”