Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 50: Candlelight Dinner
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 50: Candlelight Dinner - 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
For a period of time afterwards, my mother avoided talking about this matter. My mother seemed to be deliberately avoiding me, and she avoided talking about the agreement even more. I was getting more and more anxious the longer I waited. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and said to my mother directly, “Mom, the college entrance examination is over, and I have passed the score line. We agreed on something ... When are you free to fulfill it?”
My mother seemed very unnatural and deliberately asked, “What agreement?”
“It’s just that we will be husband and wife for a day.”
“Oh ... that.” My mother, who has always been cheerful and generous, suddenly became shy. After hesitating for a long time, she said, “Let me think about when I am free ... Well ... I don’t have much time recently, maybe later.”
“When?”
“After a while.”
“When exactly?” I didn’t give her a chance to be vague and continued to ask.
“Well ... wait for seven or eight years.”
My mother’s words were very unconfident. Obviously, she also knew that she was fooling a fool. I was anxious, slammed the table and said, “You are so boring. We clearly agreed on it.”
“We agreed on it, but we didn’t say when.” A sly look flashed in my mother’s eyes, and then she stood up and said, “Okay, I have something to do, let’s talk about it another day.”
I always feel that I have been tricked by my mother. It’s really a one-sided plan. I thought of everything, but why didn’t I think about the exact time? What a fool.
Anyway, the college entrance examination is over, I have been completely liberated, and since then I have been chasing after my mother every day, constantly reminding her of the agreed things. My mother is always vague and makes excuses for various reasons, and I am getting more and more anxious every day. This kind of anxious mood lasted until the day I received the admission letter, and I finally couldn’t help it. It happened that Beibei went out for a trip with his classmates, which was just the right time, right place and right people.
I waved the admission letter and shouted to my mother: “I have been admitted to Beijing Business University! Mom, I am your junior now!”
“Congratulations! I told you that my son is not stupid. He can still do it if he works hard.” Mom avoided the topic and deliberately changed the subject.
“Mom, let’s be honest. Are you going to default on your debt?”
Mom deliberately avoided my sight and smiled a little stiffly: “It’s a rare good day. Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? Celebrate your admission to university.”
“I won’t eat! I don’t want to eat anything now. If you don’t give me a definite answer, I ... I won’t eat.” I simply fell on the sofa and acted like a rogue.
My mother frowned and scolded me: “Don’t give me that. You took the college entrance examination for yourself, not for me.”
“You keep repeating the same thing over and over again, so why did you make that promise with me? You made the promise and you are cheating again.”
My mother stared at me angrily: “Why should I make a promise? Don’t you know what’s going on? If you didn’t force me to do it, I would make this promise with you!”
“Mom, don’t slander me. When did I force you? I wanted to do my best to review, but you stopped me from reviewing.”
My mother took a deep breath and stared at me. For a moment, she didn’t know how to refute.
I took the opportunity to continue: “Mom, you know exactly what I want. This is the biggest wish in my life. As long as you can satisfy me, just one day, just one day, I will have no regrets in my life.”
My mother didn’t say anything. It seems that she still can’t accept such a thing in her heart.
“Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it okay? Mom~!” I simply moved closer to her and acted like a spoiled child.
“Do you still know that I am your mother?”
“Just one day, just one day, if you fulfill my wish, I will never embarrass you again.”
Mom stared at me for a while, suddenly took out her mobile phone, flipped through it and asked: “Where are we going to eat tonight? I’ll book a restaurant.”
“Don’t always change the subject!” I was so angry that I lay down on the sofa and said angrily: “I won’t eat anything! If you don’t keep your word, then I won’t eat.”
Seeing that I was getting excited, my mother said: “If you don’t want to eat, forget it.”
I saw my mother turned and walked towards the bedroom, not intending to pay attention to me, and shouted loudly: “I really don’t want to eat!”
“If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat! I won’t die from skipping a meal.”
I thought to myself that it was impossible to get my mother to voluntarily abide by the agreement. It seemed that I had to use my trump card, hunger strike in protest!
I didn’t eat dinner, so my mother ignored me; I didn’t eat breakfast, so my mother still ignored me; at night, my mother came into the room and called me to eat, and I answered firmly: “No!”
“You haven’t eaten for a day, aren’t you afraid of starving to death?”
“I won’t eat even if I starve to death! My mother doesn’t keep her word, I don’t want to live anymore!”
“You’re sick. If you don’t want to eat, forget it.” Mom muttered unhappily and turned out of the room.
I haven’t eaten for three meals in a row, and my stomach has been growling with hunger for a long time, but now is the critical moment of the struggle, and I can’t give in even if I die. I lay on the bed and watched videos on my mobile phone to divert my attention. After a while, the door opened, and a strong smell of meat came to my nose. I turned my head and saw my mother walking in with a bowl of steaming braised pork ribs.
My mother fanned the hot air with her hand, then deliberately took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly: “It smells so good!”
I knew what she was thinking, so I turned my body to the side and pretended not to see, hear or smell it. Mom simply sat down by the bed, picked up a piece of ribs and started eating, chewing loudly on purpose, saying as she ate: “What a delicious braised ribs! I haven’t had such delicious braised ribs in a long time.”
I covered my ears with both hands, but my stomach started to growl at an inappropriate time. Mom put the ribs in front of my nose and shook them. The rich meaty aroma penetrated into my nose, making me even hungrier. I really wanted to open my mouth and take a bite, but I also knew the consequences of doing so. Compared with Mom’s white and crispy tender meat, the ribs were nothing.
Mom didn’t tempt me until she finished the ribs. She said angrily: “You are really ... stubborn.” After that, she slammed the door and left angrily.
This went on for two days. Seeing that I still refused to eat, Mom got a little anxious. She coaxed and persuaded me, and even threatened and threatened me, but I just didn’t fall for it. My mother still couldn’t bear to see me starve to death, so she pushed the door open at night and said to me: “Okay, okay, get up and eat quickly. I’ll think about it!”
When I heard that my mother had given in, I was so happy that I almost jumped up, but I still suppressed my inner joy and turned my head to ask: “What do you mean by think about it?”
“It means ... you eat first, and then I’ll tell you.”
“No, you have to explain it clearly first, otherwise I won’t eat.”
My mother frowned and sighed: “Next Wednesday, okay?”
I sat up and asked: “Really?”
“Really~!” My mother looked helpless, and then added: “It’s just pretending, pretending, don’t take it seriously.”
“Of course, of course, this is to satisfy my wish.”
This matter is not too urgent, as long as there is a concession. The goal has been achieved, I happily followed my mother to dinner, and when I got out of bed, my legs softened and I almost knelt on the ground, giving my mother a big gift.
There are still five days before the agreed time, and I started to eat and drink well and conserve my energy. After thinking about it carefully, my mother deliberately set the date on Wednesday, a working day, probably because she wanted to use the excuse of going to work to slip out early, stay in the company to work overtime at night, and muddle through the day. I have to think of a way to prevent her evil plan from succeeding.
The days of waiting are simply torture for me. It can be said that I counted every second. Now I finally understand how those newlyweds who are waiting for their wedding date get through it. Finally, Tuesday came. I deliberately got a hairstyle, then took a bath, and dressed myself up neatly.
I was so excited that I didn’t want to sleep at all the night before, so I waited in the living room. I originally thought that if there was a chance, I would go into my mother’s bedroom after twelve o’clock. But my mother seemed to know my intention. She finished washing up early in the morning and locked the bedroom door.
In desperation, I could only regretfully return to my bedroom and stay alone. The next morning, as I expected, my mother got up much earlier than usual and wanted to take the opportunity to slip away. But I was ready. I got up before 5:30 to make breakfast. When my mother came out of the bedroom, I imitated my father’s tone and greeted her enthusiastically: “Get up, wife!”
My mother was not fully awake yet and was a little confused. When she heard my voice, she was a little confused and asked back: “You ... what did you call me?”
“Wife! We are a couple, what else can I call you if not my wife?”
My mother finally reacted, slapped her forehead hard, and walked quickly to the bathroom. I chased after her, yelling at her neck: “Hurry up, breakfast is ready, eat it while it’s hot.”
After washing up, my mother returned to the bedroom, changed her clothes quickly, and then hurried to go out, saying to me: “There is something at the company today, so I have to leave early.”
I hurriedly blocked the door and stopped her, saying: “I got up early to make breakfast, and you left without eating a bite. Eat at least.”
While changing her shoes, my mother said: “I’m in a hurry, let’s eat on the way.”
“It’s not clean outside.” I pulled her back and pressed her to the dining table, smiling and said: “Look, I made a nutritious breakfast for you, eat it quickly.”
When my mother saw that she couldn’t get me, she sat down. I sat opposite her, imitating my father, eating while watching the news on my mobile phone, and occasionally commenting on the international situation. My mother ate faster than usual, as if she was eager to escape from this embarrassing situation.
I asked casually as if I was chatting: “Wife, do you remember what day it is today?”
Mom lowered her head for a while and replied coldly: “I don’t know.”
“Think about it carefully.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me and pondered for a moment: “Wednesday?”
“I’m not asking you what day it is today! I mean, what day it is today ... Forget it. Today is our wedding anniversary, have you forgotten?”
Mom almost choked and looked at me in surprise: “Wedding anniversary?”
“Yes, have you forgotten?”
Mom wanted to argue something, but after a while, she gave up. Maybe she saw that I was having fun and didn’t want to spoil my fun, so she nodded along with what I said: “Wedding anniversary ... Yes! Wedding anniversary.”
“Then why don’t you go to work today, let’s go out and play for a day.”
Mom decisively refused: “No, I have something else to do at the company, I can’t take a day off.”
I showed a very disappointed expression and sighed: “Okay, you are busy. Then can you come back early in the evening?”
“It depends.”
“Well...”
After breakfast, my mother hurried to go to work. When she was about to leave, I stopped her. My mother stared at me and asked, “What are you doing again?”