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To Save the World, I Had to Fuck My Mom (Part 1)

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Chapter 12

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 12 - I saw [Night Raid Card*1] disappear directly. Then a pop-up window appeared [Night Raid Card Used Successfully] The doll representing the mother suddenly yawned, and a big pillow appeared in her hand. She lay on it and fell asleep, with big snot bubbles coming out of her nose. If the doll is connected to the mother's mental state, is the mother asleep now? Is the system so awesome that the outside world is forced to switch to night?

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest   Mother   Son   Aunt  

My mother said something serious, but I knew what she meant. But I couldn’t stop my erotic mind from running wild. When I was imagining which kindergarten my future child would go to, my mother’s soft and boneless hands suddenly appeared in front of me.

I came to my senses and saw my mother looking at me nervously.

“Liangliang, are you okay? Why did you suddenly...”

My mother suddenly retracted her hand dangling in front of me, covered her mouth and stepped back several steps, shouting in grief and anger:

“Who are you? What did you do to my Liangliang! If you dare to hurt him, I will fight you!”

However, despite saying so, my mother didn’t seem to be willing to fight to the death. Instead, she took small steps and moved towards the door inch by inch.

After my mother saw me say that, she suddenly stared at the scratches on the door and smiled, looking like she was possessed by a demon. I muttered to myself: Bah, it was obviously a devilish smile. For the first time, I doubted my appearance. Although it was a bit inexplicable, I was still very moved to hear that my mother was going to fight for me. After all, blood is thicker than water. I turned around and saw that my mother’s hand was already on the door handle. I thought to myself: If I rely on this woman, wouldn’t I be crazy? “Mom, you’re almost late, what’s wrong with you?” I said helplessly. My mother was not moved at all, and even picked up a slipper. “How do you prove that you are you?” she asked. “I remember that my mother took me to a few banquets when I was a child, but I don’t seem to have any memory of going home.” I replied. Before I finished proving myself, my mother rushed up, covered my mouth, and changed the subject abruptly. “Liangliang, I’m glad you’re okay. Woohoo, mom is so worried about you.” She pretended to cry for a while.

I curled my lips when I saw her like this. If you hadn’t put one foot out of the door, I would have almost believed it.

Mom cried for a while, and seeing that I was unmoved, she coughed twice and said:

“Let’s pack up quickly and find a hotel to stay in for the next few days. Home ... come back later.”

I was about to go back to the room to pack my luggage, but my mother held my arm and didn’t let go. I struggled twice but couldn’t break free, looking at my mother strangely. Her eyes were erratic, looking at the ceiling for a while, and then looking down at her toes, but the strength of her hands was getting tighter and tighter.

I immediately understood that my mother didn’t dare to stay in the room alone to pack her luggage. In broad daylight, she was embarrassed to ask me to accompany her. This mysterious adult self-esteem always appears in strange places. I wanted to tease her a few words, but looking at the clock on the wall, I calculated that there was not much time left before I was late. My mother is the only source of income for the family. If you deduct her money, isn’t it just deducting my money?

So, I took my mother to her bedroom and said, “Ah, I seem to have left my headphones here last night. I’ll go look for them first.”

My mother nodded repeatedly and said yes, while scolding me for losing things. I didn’t refute. Normally, I would have argued with her. But I know that my mother is very nervous now, and she can only relieve her depressed emotions by chattering.

I carefully pushed open the door of my mother’s bedroom. When I escaped last night, the door should have been open, but now it was ajar.

I looked inside and there was no ghost hanging from the ceiling. I held the door with my left hand, and my right arm was tightly held by my mother. I opened my right hand and scratched my mother’s waist to signal her to let go. My mother didn’t care about my harassment, or she had no time to care about him now.

As soon as my mother let go, she immediately pressed the light switch at the door. I rushed into the dim room and pulled open the heavy curtains. The sunlight came in and the negative energy in the room disappeared.

After successfully pulling open the curtains, I breathed a sigh of relief. In most people’s minds, sunlight is the nemesis of all demons and monsters. Although I don’t know what the principle of this [haunting] is, the warm sun in the early morning still gives us the courage to stay in this room.

My mother was obviously relieved, and she turned off the light before opening the closet to organize the clothes.

My mind moved. Although I often go in and out of my mother’s room, it is always when my mother is present. I don’t have any fetishes and don’t deliberately pay attention to my mother’s underwear. Naturally, I have never seen the secrets in my mother’s closet.

Pulling out the suitcase from under the bed, I took the opportunity to come to my mother’s side. The result was of course disappointing, that is, there was no hidden sexy pajamas I expected.

Mom didn’t care about my gaze at her closet. She took a few clothes and was about to open the drawer for underwear. When she was halfway through, she remembered that I was peeping at her. She suddenly closed the drawer and turned her head to glare at me.

Tsk, it’s just a few pieces of rags. What’s there to hide? I almost took them off myself.

I went back to the window to avoid suspicion. Mom sneakily sorted out the underwear she was going to take, and glanced at me from time to time.

Good guy, I’ve seen you hanging it on the balcony before, making it look like you’re changing your underwear.

I walked a few steps to the indoor bathroom and suddenly remembered the weird mirror last night. Encouraged by the sunshine, I decided to go and find out again.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, I observed that it was still the same as last night: the light on the ceiling was pale, and the abandoned baseball bat was lying on the ground. I was about to go in and pick up the bat, but as soon as my left foot stepped into the bathroom, goose bumps stood up on half of my body.

Although the air conditioner in the bedroom was on all night, the room temperature of 27 degrees did not bring much coolness. At most, it was no longer stuffy. However, the feeling on my left foot was like walking barefoot into an icy lake in winter, and a bone-chilling chill quickly swept through my body. I once again abandoned the bat that had been with me through thick and thin, and turned around to escape from this disturbing room.

At this time, my mother was still choosing underwear there. It was just a style and a color, but she picked it for a long time. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I rushed up and snatched the two underwear in my mother’s hand and threw them into the suitcase. Then, I pulled up the suitcase with my left hand and hugged my mother by the waist with my right hand. The arm strength I had trained for many years finally came into play. I rushed all the way back to my bedroom, kicked the door with my foot, and then put my mother down. At this time, I was already panting.

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