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To Save the World, I Had to Fuck Mom (Part 2)

Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen

Chapter 47

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 47 - Novel type: system, supernatural events, incest. I was furious. Although I couldn't be sure whether I could provide the system with the required energy after fucking my aunt, because the system was down, my data perspective had not been updated for a long time. But I had no choice. I had to fuck my aunt to get the energy to start the system. I would never miss any opportunity to save my mother!

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

Although my aunt’s childish behavior made me laugh, I naturally would not refuse such a small thing. I pulled the large suitcase off the shelf with difficulty and gently put it on the ground.

“Auntie, what is in your suitcase? Why is it so heavy?” I asked curiously. Unloading is not much easier than putting it on. Fortunately, after resting for so long, my physical strength has almost recovered. It’s good to be young.

The old lady thanked me repeatedly and said embarrassedly: “I went to the city to see my son and brought him some sweet potatoes grown in my own fields from my hometown. My daughter-in-law is a city person and thinks it’s dirty, so I had to take it back. Alas, we have saved so much, and my husband and I can’t finish it. It will go bad before we eat half of it. It’s really a waste of food.”

What’s strange is that I don’t think her daughter-in-law is too much, I just think her son is a piece of shit. The old lady looked quite old. She had traveled thousands of miles alone to see her son with such a heavy thing. Just because of a word from her daughter-in-law, she had to carry it back alone? As a man and a son, is this all she can do?

The generous aunt came online. She took out 500 yuan from her wallet and handed it to the old lady, smiling and saying, “Auntie, since you can’t finish it, why not sell it to me. It just so happens that I have a large family, especially my grandson, who likes to eat sweet potatoes very much.”

As expected, the aunt patted my shoulder, and the old lady looked at me in surprise.

“Oh, big sister, I didn’t realize that your grandson is so old. I thought you were at most 27 or 28 years old. This is too much money. You city people don’t understand the market. In our village, such a little sweet potato is worth at most a few dozen yuan, so we don’t need so much.” The old lady pushed the money handed over by the aunt back again and again. It can be seen that she is an honest and decent person.

The aunt smiled and said, “Aunt, you have a good eye. I am just 28 years old this year and I am not married yet. This child is certainly not my grandson. I found him next to the trash can that year. He looked cute, so I took him home to raise him. I didn’t expect him to be more naughty as he grew up. However, these are grown by your own family for your son to eat. They must be pure green food that has been carefully cared for. We still got a bargain. Of course, we can’t calculate it according to the market price. Besides, I don’t have a bag to pack it, and I bought the box at the same time. Don’t complain about the small amount.” The aunt handed over the money again. The old lady couldn’t digest the amazing amount of information in the aunt’s words for a while. When she came to her senses, 500 yuan had been stuffed into her hand. The old lady hurriedly refused again, but after a shove with national conditions, the old lady finally accepted the money and left happily. The aunt’s grasp of people’s hearts can be seen. Whether it is 500 or 5,000, it makes no difference to the aunt. As for the honest aunt, the higher the price you offer, the greater the pressure and guilt she feels, and she can’t live with her conscience. The number of five hundred is precise and elegant.

But my aunt is really unrestrained when it comes to her words. She dares to say anything, which makes me sweat coldly. Fortunately, my mother is far away and didn’t notice the movement here.

I naturally didn’t dare to argue with my aunt about stealing my mother’s underwear. Although I didn’t do it, it’s embarrassing enough to argue with others in public that I didn’t steal my mother’s underwear.

Looking at the full box of sweet potatoes, I fell into deep thought. Have you ever heard of someone traveling with a box of sweet potatoes? If the bus has to stop far away from that hilly village, I have to carry this box all the way there. The wheels at the bottom can’t bear this weight for long.

“Grandson, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and put the box on.” My aunt lay on the backrest and gave orders, becoming a hands-off boss.

I said with some dissatisfaction: “You really don’t have to worry about your waist when you sit down and talk. Do you know how heavy this box is?”

I was just complaining routinely. I didn’t expect my aunt, who was born in a wealthy family, to go to the grassroots to experience the suffering of the people.

Who knew that my aunt stood up and waved her hand at me, saying disdainfully: “Get out! Useless thing! Did your aunt work for so many years in vain? I only need 30% of my strength, and it’s easy as pie.”

My aunt rolled up her sleeves - although the short-sleeved shirt on her body didn’t have this function - and then her delicate hands grasped the handle. Just as she was about to exert force, several more people got on the car.

I quickly stepped aside from the middle of the corridor and made way. My aunt also stopped her hand temporarily.

I saw two little girls with retro non-mainstream hairstyles, colorful dyed hair, exaggerated beauty contact lenses, super short shorts and belly-exposing clothes walked in one after another. They each had a butterfly tattooed on their white thighs and two flower arms, afraid that others would not know that they were “good girls”, and they were just short of putting two bags of cement in their pockets to show their “personality”.

After they got on the bus, they scanned the car from left to right, and their eyes were immediately on me, looking me up and down without any shyness. But there was no further action, just flashing electricity at me all the way, and then passed by me.

Then a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh and a few centimeters scar on the left cheek boarded the second floor of the bus.

Scarface also scanned the car, and when he saw my mother, his eyes almost popped out, but he looked at Mi Mingcheng next to him a few times, looking a little annoyed.

Scarface continued to look around, and then he saw my aunt, and then quickly looked at my mother a few times, the lust on his face was hard to hide, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

I stared at him coldly. I felt so bitter watching my mother and Mi Mingcheng talking and laughing along the way. Now here comes another blind man. Mi Mingcheng, I can’t move for the time being, but if you dare to say a word to my mother, I won’t let you go to the hospital today, and I won’t be surnamed Zhao!

Scarface obviously noticed my sight and put on a gangster look, trying to scare me away with his fierce eyes and scar on his face. Unfortunately, this trick can scare elementary school students and junior high school students, but I am a high school student and I don’t buy it at all.

Scarface saw that I was unmoved, his face was a little unhappy, but he didn’t make trouble, and walked to the back of the car muttering. When he passed by Mi Huahua, he paused again, and I resisted kicking him in the waist.

Aunt didn’t even look at Scarface, as if in her eyes, this kind of person was like air, and it didn’t affect her mood at all.

Just as the aunt was about to continue to show off her power, another person came up. This time it was a girl, tall, with long flowing hair, dark red gradient hair tips and a black and red gradient long skirt, exuding a cold and elegant temperament.

Unfortunately, she is not very beautiful, and can only be regarded as a beauty in the general sense. But if she puts on makeup, she can also be regarded as an abstinence goddess who can gain countless licking dogs. Her cold and indifferent temperament can simply arouse the desire to conquer in a man’s heart.

The long-haired beauty lowered her head slightly and walked straight into the car. My eyes couldn’t help but follow her figure, but I found that she actually walked straight to the back of the car. The scarred face was sitting on the bench in the last row, hugging two little girls on his left and right.

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