To Save the World, I Had to Fuck My Mom (Part 1)
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 17
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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
In the blink of an eye, I had brought my mother to the elevator. I pressed the down button frantically, and my mother had already broken free from my support. While tidying up her messed-up clothes, she asked nervously, “You are so nervous, what’s wrong? Did you see something again?”
I didn’t want to give my mother unnecessary fright, so I forced a smile and said, “I suddenly remembered that my phone might have fallen in the car. If not, it must have fallen over there in the temple. I have to report it lost quickly.”
Although my mother was a little suspicious, she still followed me downstairs. I grabbed my mother’s car keys, ran to the car, leaned over the seat and secretly took out my phone, pretending to have just found it: “Wow, it’s a good thing it fell in the car, otherwise it would be a big trouble. Now that we are down, let’s go out for dinner.”
The whole house was almost decorated. After running so many kilometers back and forth today, climbing mountains and kowtowing, I really don’t feel like cooking. My proposal was quickly supported by my mother.
We found a random home-style restaurant and ordered a few side dishes. My mother was worried and holding her phone waiting for the dishes to be served. I also pretended to take out my phone, but I was thinking about how to pass this level tonight. It must be crazy to rely on those talismans wholesaled from Taobao. Those things are not even worthy of wiping people’s feet; the Guanyin statue looks a bit interesting, but we can’t pin the fate of our mother and son on this illusory thing. I suddenly remembered the Internet cafe I went to yesterday, and I had an idea in my mind.
“Wow, I just saw a post saying that the talisman needs to be posted for a day to take effect. It seems that we still can’t go home tonight.” I said casually.
“What post? Let me see.” Mom asked curiously.
“I just clicked it accidentally, where can I find it now.” I said casually.
“History record, stupid.” Mom grabbed my phone and skillfully unlocked the password and operated it. I have been using an outdated Apple phone that my mother replaced. The password is my birthday, and I am not allowed to change it. This is the price she paid as the “heir” of the phone.
“Hey, why are the browsing records empty? Why did you set it to clear the history when you exit?” My mother suddenly looked at me with a joking face, sighing and sighing, as if I was going to marry thousands of miles away tomorrow, and the family affection level actually increased by 5 points.
“Ah, my son has really grown up.” My mother sighed, “Is the post you mentioned reliable?”
I was so heartbroken that I couldn’t breathe, but for my mother’s safety, this price was not a price. “It should be reliable. The host said that he had 20 years of experience in the industry. It’s better to believe it. I have a plan...”
I told my mother my plan and ideas. Although my mother was reluctant, she nodded and agreed to it because extraordinary times require extraordinary measures.
After dinner, I took my mother to the black Internet cafe yesterday. Mom frowned, looked at the environment filled with light smoke and said: “Let’s go to an Internet cafe, or a regular Internet cafe. I’ll just watch you play.”
Regular Internet cafes are basically non-smoking, and the environment of Internet cafes is even better. But I know that those who come to black Internet cafes are teenagers, young men in their prime, with strong yang energy and fire. And at night, the Internet cafes are full of people. Although some people who hang out in Internet cafes for years may be a little less energetic, their physical capital is there, and they are better than those middle-aged people in their twenties and thirties in Internet cafes who generally have kidney deficiency.
I led my mother to a corner far away from the bathroom, took out a pack of wet wipes, and helped my mother wipe the headphones, keyboard, and table carefully several times. My mother looked at me with interest: “Liangliang, you look so skilled, do you often come to this kind of place without telling your mother?”
My hand froze while wiping the mouse. I didn’t expect that even as meticulous as I was, I was careless after all. I shouldn’t have asked the network administrator for a temporary card when I was at the front desk. Confess and you will be treated leniently, but you will be sentenced to life in prison; quibbling is too tasteless, and your mother will easily think you are a child who has not grown up. A mixture of truth and falsehood is the choice of a wise general...
“Last time at a class reunion, a few of us boys drank too much, so we urged each other to come to the Internet cafe to take a few distinctive group photos as a commemoration of our youth, and we also wanted to show our personality occasionally. After all, we can’t always be regarded as nerds.”
After hearing this, my mother didn’t ask any more questions. I don’t know if she believed me. I was afraid that my mother would ask to see the photos, so I hurriedly urged her to go online to play games.
Although sitting in the corner, my mother with headphones on looked like a mature and beautiful college student, she had a fatal attraction to the teenagers around her. From time to time, one or two young men dressed in non-mainstream and killer-matte styles wandered around, and seemed to try to come over to chat. But they were all forced back by my eyes that were selective and devouring.
Of course, I don’t have the domineering spirit of the protagonist, and a single look can make people piss and pee. But I am pretty handsome. Most people feel shy and uncomfortable when being stared at by a beautiful woman. In fact, it has a similar effect when being stared at by a handsome man. I look at them with a look that says “go look in the mirror first”. This aggressive look can scare away 90% of the ugly people. Even if there are guys who misunderstand their looks because of their beauty, they have to consider my body. If there is a young man who really wants to come over and chat with him, I don’t mind going out alone to talk about “ideals”.
My mother seemed to have never been to such a place. She looked around curiously at the children immersed in their own world from time to time. The faint smell of tobacco was not so disgusting after getting used to it. The cute look on her face, like a child going to kindergarten for the first time, formed a strong contrast with her mature figure. I almost went crazy. I wanted to press her against the wall and kiss her hard. I was distracted and gave away several heads. Under my mother’s constant complaints, I imagined that the teacher in junior high school with a face as round as a sunflower and full of melon seeds calmed down.
Although we didn’t drink water all day, we still had to go to the toilet two or three times inevitably. Mom didn’t dare to stay in the bathroom alone, and I couldn’t go in with her, even though I wanted to do so very much. Finally, we discussed a solution: Mom went into the bathroom by herself, but didn’t lock the door, so that I could quickly bring people in to rescue in case of an emergency. And I was responsible for guarding the narrow aisle and acting as a human roadblock. At the same time, we were on WeChat voice calls, and Mom would tap her phone from time to time to indicate that everything was safe.
Fortunately, nothing strange happened. When my mother came out, her face was red. After all, it seemed that she was the only one who went to the toilet with her own son.
The atmosphere of playing games in the Internet cafe was indeed much more intense than at home. An afternoon passed quietly in the midst of winning and losing. At my instigation, my mother, who originally planned to eat out, ordered takeout. In fact, my mother herself wanted to experience the novelty of eating in the Internet cafe. We ate slightly dry fried rice noodles. In order to avoid going to the toilet, we didn’t even dare to drink a sip of water. We stayed up until ten o’clock in the evening. Mom began to feel sleepy. Fortunately, I had foreseen it and bought a pillow, earplugs and eye masks for her before coming to the Internet cafe.
Mom fell asleep on the table with the pillow. I naturally took on the responsibility of keeping watch. Not to mention the threat of foreign enemies, even if there was no weird existence, I couldn’t sleep peacefully in a place like an Internet cafe, leaving my mother lying there defenseless. If someone with bad intentions took advantage of me or took photos, I would probably blame myself and slap myself.