Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 22: Showing My Attention to Mom
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22: Showing My Attention to Mom - My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I rolled my eyes, walked backwards to the front door, opened the door, and waved to my mother: “Mom, I’m leaving first. See you another day.”
After learning where my mother lived, I felt more at ease. I wanted to go there the next day, but I was afraid that my mother would be annoyed with me, so I held back until Saturday. As soon as school was over in the afternoon, I rushed to my mother’s residence. I also bought some fresh fruits and vegetables.
There was no response when I knocked on the door. It seemed that my mother had not finished get off work yet. I waited until nine o’clock in the evening, and the familiar “click” sound of high heels hitting the ground rang out in the corridor. The sound came from far away, and soon I saw my mother in a suit and skirt, flesh-colored high heels appeared at the entrance of the corridor.
She had a bag on her arm and a bulging shopping bag in her hand. Seeing me standing at the door, she was a little surprised and asked, “Why are you here?”
“I have something to talk to you about.”
“Why don’t you call me if you have something to do?”
“My phone is out of battery.”
My mother looked at me and asked expressionlessly, “What’s the matter?”
I stood at the door and smiled innocently, “My English grades are not very good recently, so I want you to give me some guidance.” Then I picked up the plastic bag in my hand and said, “My father is afraid that you don’t eat well, so he asked me to bring you some fresh fruits and vegetables.”
My mother looked at me and smiled contemptuously, “Did your father ask you to bring this?”
“Yes.” My mother glared at me.
I knew I couldn’t hide it from her, so I simply admitted, “I bought it for you on the way.”
“Get out of the way.” As I said that, I pushed her aside and took out the key to open the door. The door was open, and I squeezed in behind her, but was blocked outside by my mother’s hand.
I frowned and shouted in a long tone: “Mom~!”
“Go back!” Mom stretched out her hand to my chest.
“Mom, don’t push me.”
Mom sighed: “I tell you, I’m very upset and don’t want to see you. Go home and read quickly.”
“Then you have to accept the things anyway.” I handed over the fruits and vegetables in my hand. Mom hesitated and took them. After letting go, I took the opportunity to squeeze in again. Mom quickly raised her arm to block my way.
“Mom, I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time and haven’t had dinner yet. Can you let me in and eat something?” I frowned and pretended to be pitiful. While talking, I squeezed in. Mom pushed me hard a few times, and finally I lowered my head and got in from her armpit.
“Oh~! The house is big enough.” I pretended to be here for the first time, and looked around and was surprised.
Mom glared at me and put the bag and shopping bag on the coffee table together.
“You live in such a big house by yourself, aren’t you afraid?”
Mom took off her coat while watching me act.
I chuckled: “How about I move in ... to give you courage?”
Mom said impatiently: “If you keep talking nonsense, get out.”
I quickly shut my mouth, and after holding it in for a long time, I couldn’t help but say: “Your house is so big, it must be difficult to clean. How about I come to help you clean every Sunday?”
“No need.” Mom said impatiently: “Ling Xiaodong, you wander around all day long, do you have time to review your lessons?”
“Yes! I am studying very hard now. Mom, you don’t know, the head teacher has a new look at me and often praises me.”
Mom ignored me, went into the bedroom, and closed the door hard. She should have gone to change clothes. I took the opportunity to open the shopping bag, which contained instant noodles, bread and some snacks. It seems that these are what Mom usually eats.
After waiting for a while, Mom didn’t come out, and wandered into the kitchen. The gas stove and kitchenware are all available, but they look cold, so they probably don’t usually cook.
I looked around, looked at the salt, smelled the vinegar, and was enjoying myself when my mother suddenly said behind my back: “Is the leader inspecting?”
I suddenly realized and turned around. I saw my mother changed into light blue home clothes, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded across her chest, looking at me expressionlessly.
“Just looking around.” I smiled and asked, “Mom, you haven’t had dinner yet, right?”
“No.”
“What are you going to eat tonight?”
“Instant noodles.”
“Too unnutritious. How about this, you wait outside for a while, I’ll cook you a meal.” I pushed her into the living room without saying anything, then took the ingredients I brought and went back to the kitchen.
I learned from my dad for a while, and I knew that my mom’s favorite food was the green pepper and pork shreds that my dad fried, so I bought the ingredients when I came. Wash the green pepper, cut off the head and tail, peel it and take out the seeds, put it on the chopping board, and then I was a little confused with the kitchen knife.
Dad asked how to cut the green pepper into strips? I gestured for a long time, and finally cut it by feeling. After a long time of tossing, the result was still wide and uneven.
“How can you cut the green pepper strips like this?” Mom suddenly said behind me.
I was startled, holding the kitchen knife, turned around and complained: “Mom, why don’t you make any noise when you walk.”
“Knife!” Mom pushed my hand holding the kitchen knife aside and said: “Green pepper strips should be cut diagonally.”
“Cut diagonally?” I held the green pepper, gestured, and then cut it with a knife. Mom quickly said, “Hurry up. Cut quickly.”
I cut twice more, but it was still not smooth. Mom was anxious, so she simply took the kitchen knife and started cutting quickly. While cutting, she did not forget to instruct me: “Cut it like this, cut it like this.”
Seeing that Mom was almost done cutting the green pepper, I hurriedly said, “Okay, leave one for me to try.”
After cutting the strips, I had to stir-fry the shredded pork first. Mom started to instruct again: “Too little oil.”
“The fire is too low.”
“Turn it faster.”
I was impatient. After stir-frying the shredded pork, I turned around and pushed Mom out, muttering, “I can’t concentrate if you’re here. You should go out first.”
Mom was pushed out by me, a little worried, and teased, “Don’t set my kitchen on fire.”
After she left the kitchen, I recalled the method my dad taught me and stir-fried a plate of green pepper and shredded pork. I tasted it first and it felt okay. When I was excitedly holding the plate to show off to my mother, I found that my mother was sitting on the carpet between the coffee table and the sofa, leaning against the sofa, eating instant noodles.
I was anxious: “Why did you eat it first?”
My mother sucked a stick of instant noodles into her mouth, pursed her lips, and said casually: “I am not very confident in your cooking skills.”
I moved the instant noodle bucket away, and then put the fried green pepper and pork in front of her, and said with a smile: “Try it.”
My mother picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork, put it in her mouth, and chewed it. There were some very subtle changes in her expression, and I asked nervously: “How is it?”
“It’s a little salty and a little old. But overall, it tastes okay.” Mom stopped the chopsticks at her mouth, carefully tasted it, and then asked: “Did your dad teach you?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not as delicious as your dad’s.” Mom made a brief conclusion and moved the instant noodle bucket back.
I was anxious: “Hey, why are you eating instant noodles again? Why are they so bad?”
Mom said: “You can’t just eat vegetables.”
I just remembered that I was busy showing off my cooking skills and forgot the staple food, which was a bit embarrassing. I was just trying to figure out a solution when my mother glanced at me and asked: “What are you doing sitting there? Haven’t you eaten yet?”
After hearing what my mother said, I immediately felt hungry, so I took out a pair of chopsticks again and started eating the green pepper and pork shreds one bite at a time. The first few bites were okay, but later on, it was too salty. My mother was eating instant noodles on the side, which made me envious. My stomach was rumbling, but I was too embarrassed to ask for more.
My mother seemed to see my dilemma and took out a bucket of instant noodles from the bag and handed it to me. I was overjoyed and went to find hot water happily.
When I finished soaking the noodles, my mother had finished eating and sat aside, looking down at her phone. I hesitated for a moment and asked casually, “Mom, when are you going to go back?”
Mom glanced at me and said, “Let’s wait until your dad calms down.”
“That’s difficult. My dad is so narrow-minded. By the time he calms down, you will probably be in your seventies or eighties.”
Mom’s face changed and she glared at me, “Who do you blame?”
I was worried that my mother would think about what happened that night again, so I quickly shut up and lowered my head to eat instant noodles. After a while, my mother asked, “Do you still want to take the Tsinghua entrance exam recently?”
“Well ... I want to take it, but I think you are right. The time is too tight and the hope is not great, so I want to review for another year.”
“Why are you thinking about repeating the year before the exam? With your little confidence, you still want to take the Tsinghua entrance exam? I asked you to study hard before, but you didn’t. Now you know it’s too late.”
I muttered, “I want to study hard, but there are so many things at home, one after another, where is the time to study.”
My mother glanced at me and said, “Who caused all these things?”
I thought about it and said, “It’s all my dad’s fault. If he hadn’t cheated on me, there would be no An Nuo. Without An Nuo, there wouldn’t be so many things.”
My mother snorted contemptuously, continued to look down at her phone, and ignored me.
After I finished my instant noodles, I leaned against the sofa and burped. After a rest, I took the initiative to clean up the coffee table, then took out an English paper and lowered my head to do the questions.
Mom checked the time on her phone and said to me, “It’s getting late, go home quickly.”
I buried my head in my study and muttered, “Tomorrow is Sunday, no classes.”
“Then you can’t stay too late.”
I rolled my eyes and said jokingly, “You have so many empty rooms here, and you can sleep on the sofa, just make do for one night.”
Mom looked up and was about to speak, I picked up the test paper and moved to her side, saying, “Please show me this question.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me, pondered for a moment, and asked, “Which question?”
“This one, this one, this one, this one, and this one...”
“So you don’t know any of these questions.”
...
After I finished the test paper, I checked the time on my phone. It was already half past eleven. I stretched and said as I packed up, “It’s time to go home. It will be too dangerous if I stay late. There are robbers, rapers, and drunk people fighting. Oh! The security is really bad recently.”
“Okay, stop pretending here. Just sleep on the sofa tonight.”
My trick worked. I smiled, turned over, lay on the sofa, stretched my body, and hummed comfortably.
My mother came into the room and brought me a pillow and a towel blanket, threw them on me, and said to me, “Just one night, go home quickly tomorrow.”
“Yes!”
Anyway, I often sleep on the sofa, so I don’t care, and I feel happy.
The next morning, I woke up early and went to the kitchen to cook porridge. When my mother got up, breakfast was ready.
“You are diligent.” I don’t know if my mother was teasing me, but I took it as a compliment.
During the meal, my mother said to me, “I’m going to do something later. You can go home after dinner.”
“Why go home so early? I’m really annoyed with An Nuo now and don’t want to see her. It’s quite quiet here, so I’ll study here for a while.”
Of course, my mother knew that I was deliberately making excuses. She glanced at me and didn’t object, so I stayed. After my mother left the door, I lay on the coffee table to do my homework. I wrote for two hours. When I got up and moved around, I found that the living room was a little messy. I thought my mother didn’t have time to tidy it up, so I tidy it up for her.
I was very lazy when I was at home. My house was as messy as a doghouse, and I was often scolded by my mother. I felt very energetic when I cleaned up today. I even cleaned every corner.
When it was almost noon, my mother came back with some fresh food in her hands. She was surprised to see that I had cleaned the room so clean and tidy.
“You cleaned it?”
“Yes.” I nodded vigorously as if to ask for credit.
But my mother didn’t appreciate it. Instead, she sneered and said, “You are so idle that you don’t review your lessons well and become a cleaner.”
“Don’t we have physical education classes at school? I’m tired from studying, so I just want to stretch my muscles.” As I said that, I stretched my arms and kicked my legs, and then did some stretching exercises.
My mother changed into home clothes, picked up the shopping bag and walked to the kitchen. I followed her and asked, “Do you need my help?”
My mother didn’t even turn her head and said casually, “No.”
“I’ll help you out. It’s a good opportunity to learn your skills.”
My mother turned around and glared at me, “You don’t plan to take the Tsinghua University entrance exam, but to take the New Oriental entrance exam?”
I knew what my mother meant, pouted, and went back to the living room to write the test paper obediently. About half an hour later, the food was served on the coffee table. I couldn’t help but reach out and grab a piece of fried meat and put it in my mouth. I chewed it and praised: “Hmm~! It’s really my mother’s taste. It smells so good~!”
I was about to grab it again, but my mother hit me hard on the back of my hand with chopsticks and scolded: “Wash your hands.”
Although it hurt, I was still very happy. I went to wash my hands happily, and then sat next to my mother to enjoy the long-lost parent-child lunch together.
“Mom, I haven’t eaten your cooking for a long time. It’s so delicious that I want to cry.”
Faced with my compliments, my mother didn’t react at all, and it felt like flattery hitting the air. I stole a glance and saw that my mother’s delicate face was lightly made up. She looked normal, but still couldn’t hide her haggardness. My heart was throbbing, and I whispered: “When are you going to go home?”
My mother lowered her head to eat and ignored me, as if she didn’t hear it at all.
After a while, I said again: “Are you going to live alone like this?”
“There’s nothing wrong with living alone, it’s quiet and no one bothers me.” Mom said casually while playing with her phone.
“Then...” I hesitated for a moment, lowered my head and asked in a low voice: “If you divorce my dad, can I live with you?”
Mom looked up at me and said without hesitation: “You are eighteen years old and will soon start your own family. Besides, how can I remarry with you as a burden?”
“Ah?” I was stunned and asked hurriedly: “You want to remarry? Who do you want to marry?”
“What’s it to you!” Mom rolled her eyes at me and continued to play with her phone.
“No, you...” I was anxious, and finally “snapped” and pressed the chopsticks on the table, crossed my hands, and refused to eat in anger.
Mom sneered, “Oh, you’re acting like a spoiled brat.” Seeing that I still refused to eat, she said, “Okay, I’m just kidding. I want to remarry, who should I marry?”
I almost blurted out, “Marry me.” But fortunately, I was still rational, and this joke was really inappropriate and could easily lead to death.