Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 53: Cooling down
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 53: Cooling down - 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
Perhaps the current situation is too embarrassing, Mom did not rush to get up and beat me, but grabbed a pillow and threw it at me fiercely. I reached out to catch it, and just when I was about to say something, I saw Mom hurriedly get out of bed, push me away, and rush out. I was a little puzzled, and hurriedly followed her. I saw Mom ran to the bathroom, squatting on the ground, using the shower head to clean her vagina.
At this time, I suddenly remembered that the last time I took off the condom and ejaculated inside Mom, so a series of things happened later. This time, I actually made such a mistake again for my own enjoyment.
Although I ejaculated twice, I still had no place to vent my desire, and my cock was still erect. But at this time, looking at my mother’s half-naked body, I lost my sexual desire for a long time. Instead, my body felt a little cold, and my heart was uneasy and scared to the extreme.
“Mom ... I’m sorry. I ... didn’t mean it.” I stood in front of the door and apologized in a low voice. However, at this time, even I felt that I was hypocritical and had no confidence in my heart.
Mom said in a low voice with an expressionless face: “Let’s go.” Then she closed the bathroom door forcefully.
Back to the bedroom, thinking back to the scene just now, my mother lowered her head, rubbed her genitals vigorously, and tried desperately to pick out the semen remaining in her vagina. I felt extremely guilty in my heart. My mother loved me so much, and she gave in step by step for me, but I hurt my mother like this for my own selfish desires. Although I said that I loved my mother, who was obviously the woman I loved most in my life, but ... did I really love my mother as much as I imagined?
What if ... Mom is pregnant again? How should I face Mom?
But while feeling guilty and remorseful, I also felt a little satisfied. After all, having sex with a perfect woman like Mom is the wish of every normal man. And she is my mom. Although the process was mean and selfish, it made the impossible possible after all.
When I woke up the next day, I suddenly felt unreal, as if everything that happened last night was a dream. I even hoped that what happened in the past two years was fake. When I walked out of the room, Mom still hugged my neck like before and said affectionately, “Son, are you awake? ‘
But the sore lower back reminded me that all this was real. I went to bed with Mom again and ejaculated into her vagina.
After getting out of bed, I didn’t rush out of the bedroom because I heard footsteps in the corridor, which should be my mother’s. I was so brave last night, but now I am a little scared, afraid to face my mother. I kept thinking in my heart, what if my mother ignores me because of this? What if my mother is completely disappointed in me?
I wandered in the bedroom for a long time, and finally Beibei came to urge me to eat breakfast. I hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door and walked out. When Beibei saw me coming out, he complained in a low voice: “What’s wrong with you? One gets up later than the other.” Then he walked to the door of my mother’s bedroom and started knocking on the door to urge my mother to get up.
I remember that my mother still has to go to work today. She didn’t get up so late. It may be because of what happened last night. She was in a very bad mood and didn’t even want to go to the company. Beibei urged for a long time, and the door finally opened. My mother came out from inside. She was wearing a loose home clothes, her hair was a little messy, her face was very bad, and she had heavy dark circles under her eyes.
Beibei complained for a long time, but my mother didn’t respond. When she saw me, her face was cold and she didn’t say anything, but I could feel that my mother’s mood at this time was extremely complicated. It should be very painful, right? Being calculated by her own son, but having no way to deal with it, must be very entangled and painful, right?
After breakfast, Beibei went out to play with his classmates, and his mother locked herself in the room and never came out again. I knocked on the bedroom door several times to find out the situation, but there was no movement. I was even a little worried that my mother would not be able to think about it and take sleeping pills to commit suicide? However, this thought also flashed through my mind. After all, with my mother’s character, she would never think about it and do such a stupid thing.
My mood was very complicated, nervous, scared, confused, and guilty. It was like being tortured on a fire. I kept questioning myself in my heart. I knew that my mother would never accept me. I wanted to conquer my mother’s body and then conquer her heart by getting on the boat first and then buying a ticket. But in this process, I inevitably hurt my mother. I kept saying that I loved my mother, but when the time came, I still wanted to vent my desires. All my actions hurt my mother. Do I really love my mother as I imagined? Or maybe I am just obsessed with her beautiful body.
I want to restore the normal mother-son relationship with my mother, but the feeling of my penis inserted into my mother’s warm and soft vagina is too unforgettable. Once I have experienced it, I will never forget it. Now I am like an addict. I know it is impossible, but I can’t control myself. I want to get rid of it, but I am stuck in it, getting deeper and deeper.
For a moment, I even thought that my mother should find a man to marry. Maybe only in this way will I give up hope on my mother completely. But soon, I desperately rejected this idea in my mind. Even if I repented for what I did, my relationship with my mother would not be the same as before. Now only by letting my mother open her heart to accept me can we get rid of it.
And ... I can’t lose my mother, even if I know that this is a great rebellion and unacceptable.
If there is hell in this world, I will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell after I die, and I will never be reborn. If God wants to punish me, let me be punished alone. I will not feel wronged or wronged.
Days passed by, and my mother did not mention what happened that night, nor did she scold or blame me, as if the whole thing had never happened. However, her attitude was still cold and she ignored me, as if she was deliberately going into a cold war with me. I also deliberately avoided those embarrassing topics between the two of us, so as not to irritate my mother. After all, what I am most afraid of now is that my mother will find someone to date and marry in a fit of anger, which would really backfire.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day for school to start. Because Beijing is far away from home, it is very inconvenient to go back and forth. I don’t know when I can come back after this trip. When I think of not being able to see my mother for a long time in the future, I feel empty in my heart, and even think about taking the exam again and going to college locally. But I dare not tell my mother about this idea.
My mother quietly helped me pack my luggage. I looked at her expression from the side. It seemed that she didn’t have much reaction. But from her eyes, I could still feel that my mother must be reluctant to let me go. After all, I have never traveled far away alone since I was a child, and we have never been separated for such a long time and such a long distance.
I wanted to express something, such as saying goodbye affectionately, hugging, or even saying some witty words, but the atmosphere in front of me was really awkward and difficult to express. Beibei was a little puzzled and asked, “Why don’t you express anything when my brother is leaving?”
My mother replied coldly, “What should I express?”
“It is said that a loving mother’s hands are full of thread, and the clothes on the wandering son’s body. You usually spoil my brother so much. He will not come back for a long time. Are you really not sad at all?”
My mother ignored her as if she didn’t hear it. I took the opportunity to joke: “It should be the sword in the hand of the loving mother, chopping the wandering son.”
Beibei couldn’t help but laughed and said: “That’s right, this is in line with our mother’s personality and character. But then again, it seems that we haven’t seen our mother hit anyone for a long time?”
Mom snorted: “What? You feel itchy if I don’t hit you?”
Beibei said quickly: “I’m so good, and I didn’t make you angry. I mean my brother, he makes you anxious every day, and he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t get beaten up for three days. I haven’t seen you hit him recently?”
Mom said expressionlessly: “He’s so old, what’s the point of hitting him?”
I squatted beside my mother, grabbed her little hand, and slapped it on my face, and said with a playful smile: “It doesn’t matter, no matter how old he is, he is still your son. If you want to hit him, just hit him.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me and tried to pull her hand back, but I held it tightly. Mom snorted, “What’s the point of beating you? You won’t listen to me, and beating you is not right.”
I held Mom’s hand and kept hitting her face, begging, “Mom, please hit me again. I don’t want to miss the feeling when you hit me. I won’t be back for a long time after I leave. I won’t feel at ease if you don’t beat me.”
Mom said as if she was angry, “I won’t hit you! If you want to hit me, do it yourself.”
Beibei asked with a smile, “Do you want me to do it for you?”
“Go away!” I glared at her.
Mom said, “You’re already in college, but you’re still making trouble.” Glancing at Beibei, she said, “You go out first, I’ll tell your brother something.”
Beibei pouted, “What’s the matter? You can’t let me know.”
“Go out if I tell you to. That ... go downstairs and buy a few bottles of drinks.”
“Then you reimburse me.”
“Okay, okay! Money is a big deal.”
After Beibei left the bedroom, I was left alone to face my mother, feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn’t know what my mother was going to say to me, and I was both looking forward to it and a little nervous. After a long silence, my mother said, “The past is over.”
“Yeah.” I stood aside and nodded obediently.
“You have also been admitted to university. Mom is not around anymore. You have to learn to be independent. After graduation, if you can stay in Beijing, it’s best to stay in Beijing.”
My heart sank and I stuttered, “You ... don’t want to see me again?”
“After all, there are more opportunities there, and it is still suitable for young people to venture out. If you can gain a foothold in Beijing and make a name for yourself, you will return home in glory in the future, and your mother will also be proud.”
I really want to say that I don’t want to venture out, and I don’t want to make a name for myself. But if I say such a useless thing, I must not say it in front of my mother. Whether she doesn’t want to see me, wants to stay away from me, or wants me to do something, I can’t openly go against her wishes, which will only make her more sad. Besides, there are still four years in college. Four years is not long or short, and it’s not certain what will happen. After graduation, whether to stay in Beijing or come back, I still have the final say.
“Well, I know. A good man has ambitions.” I nodded against my will.
My mother stared at me for a while, opened her arms, and gestured for a hug. I hesitated for a moment, and hugged my mother. Feeling the warmth in my mother’s arms, I was very moved. Even though I did such a terrible thing to her, she still didn’t dislike me.
“From now on, I am still your mother, and you are still my son. Let’s pretend that nothing has happened, okay?”
In this warm atmosphere, can I say no? I nodded, and my mother hugged me in her arms and patted my back gently.
In the evening, I went to my father’s house for dinner, which was also a farewell for me. Since the last accident, I haven’t seen An Nuo again. This time, I felt that she seemed a little haggard. In the past, she was very cheerful when she saw me, but today she was like an eggplant hit by frost, wilting. Her mother was also thinner and looked very bad, as if she had a serious illness. I asked my father privately, and he said that An Nuo’s mother was a little tired from work, but it was nothing serious. But I could feel that my father was not telling the truth.
A few days later, I took the high-speed rail to Beijing to go to school. My mother did not send me to the station, and I didn’t even see that she was reluctant to leave. But before leaving, I vaguely saw my mother open her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t say it in the end.
The first time I left my hometown and lived alone, I couldn’t help feeling a little lost. After coming to Beijing, everything felt new, but the one I couldn’t forget was my mother. I really didn’t want to stay here for a day. I wanted to fly back to my hometown immediately and be with my mother all the time.
New city, new school, new environment, new classmates, all of these didn’t interest me. The only thing that could comfort me was that I could go to the stamp market when I had nothing to do. After all, this is my biggest hobby. Even in the two years when the study tasks were the most arduous, I always thought about it and couldn’t let it go.
But that’s all.
I resisted the longing and didn’t contact my mother at ordinary times. I finally waited until the National Day, bought a ticket early, and rushed back home like a fly.
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