Mom Is the CEO
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Chapter 13: Attack and Defense
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 13: Attack and Defense - The spoiled son seems to be kind-hearted, but he has been plotting against his dignified and noble mother for a long time. If morality is just a shackle that binds the spiritual level, then love can break everything in the secular world.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“Okay, don’t hold on.”
When my mother saw veins popping up on my forehead and cold sweat pouring down, she finally couldn’t help but sneer and hurriedly comforted me: “You did it too frequently today, it’s normal that you don’t react now. Sit down and eat, the food is cold.”
While talking, my mother tapped the table with her fingers one by one, her face became more calm and confident, and said: “It seems that it’s still the problem of my clothes, and it’s also my fault that I didn’t pay attention to it.
You’ve grown up, and some things are not convenient to say. I will pay attention to it at home in the future.
Okay, come and sit down to eat.”
After saying this, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had found the root of the problem.
I was dumbfounded when I saw this. Is this a self-defeating move? After all this time, my mother couldn’t think that my sex addiction was caused by her clothes? If so, it would be a lot of fun.
But at the moment, I can’t find a reason to refute. After all, I can’t even get hard, what else can I say?
I can only blame my penis for not doing well.
Damn, can’t it really be that I can’t get hard anymore?
I only masturbated once today!
I was full of grievances and couldn’t find a place to vent, so I had to go back to the dining table in a depressed mood, buried my head in the rice, and my mother kept observing my reaction secretly. She wanted to laugh several times but forced herself to hold back. She also advised me kindly that young people should be restrained and not indulge themselves just because they have sexual addiction. Things will turn into the opposite extreme. If the sexual addiction is cured and becomes impotent again, then it will be the end.
I had a bitter face. What’s the saying?
A dumb person can’t say his pain.
After finally finishing the meal, I returned to my bedroom anxiously, turned around and closed the bedroom door, gently stroked my penis through my pants, and couldn’t help but secretly annoyed. My mother had clearly given me a chance to prove it just now, but unfortunately my penis failed at the critical moment. How can I be willing to accept this!
I reached out and rubbed it hard through my pants, thinking that it really didn’t respond, right?
I hurried to the bed, lifted the mattress, took my mother’s original underwear hidden underneath and took a deep breath. The strong and fishy smell instantly filled my nose, stimulating my brain like a strong aphrodisiac. My whole body shuddered, and my brain instantly became extremely excited. The penis pressed by the other hand suddenly enlarged and hardened, and the part against the thigh root could feel hot.
There is a reaction, there is a reaction.
I was ecstatic. It was just that the stimulation was not strong enough just now, not that I couldn’t get hard. The worries in my heart disappeared instantly. I hurriedly threw away my mother’s original underwear, turned around, opened the bedroom door and walked out.
“Mom, mom, come here!”
I walked to the living room excitedly. At this time, my mother just came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes. Seeing my excited expression, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised and looked at me with a puzzled look.
“Look, there is a reaction now!”
I straightened my hips, pointed my finger between my thighs, and said to my mother proudly.
My mother rolled her eyes at me, her beautiful eyes just glanced down casually and then quickly moved away, then she glared at me unhappily, with a stern face, and sternly scolded: “Yifan, are you itching for trouble?”
My mother’s words were like a basin of cold water poured down on my head. I realized that my behavior was a bit reckless, and hurriedly shook my head and waved my hands and said: “Mom, I’m just anxious. I thought I was going to die just now, and I was so anxious that I was about to cry.”
My mother immediately thought of my embarrassed look just now, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing, but then immediately put away her smile and warned with a stern face: “No matter what, you still have to restrain yourself, otherwise it will affect your physical development, Do you know?”
I nodded hurriedly and said, “Mom, you can wear whatever you want at home in the future. Don’t be affected by me. Look, I have proved to you that my illness has nothing to do with what you wear. I can’t control it or not.”
My mother nodded when she heard it, glanced at me lightly, turned and walked to her bedroom with a hum, and then slammed the door. I stood there and scratched the back of my head. Just now, after chatting with my mother, the tent between my legs softened. It didn’t stay hard for several hours like in the novel. Once there is no continuous stimulation, it will soften in a short time.