Mom Is Angry Again
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Chapter 21: Lost
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 21: Lost - Novel type: Incest, Mother, Son "Kneel down!" My mother's short words broke my defenses. Since I entered junior high school, my mother would still teach me like a child, but she never let me kneel down. I was afraid in my heart, thinking of my mother's impending anger, my legs softened, and I knelt down with a plop.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
On the street, I wandered aimlessly like a wandering ghost, my head filled with negative emotions, and the effect of Viagra disappeared.
Everything that just happened was like a dream, like a dream, I didn’t want to believe that all this was true, but the cold air at night reminded me at any time that I had penetrated my mother’s body and was caught by her.
This fact that I had to admit made me feel like I was in a freezing cold ice cellar. This time, my mother would not forgive me...
Beep!
“You don’t have eyes when you walk!” Unconsciously, I walked to the middle of the road. The driver of the car who was stopped by me leaned out of the window and cursed. I didn’t feel like paying any attention to him. I continued to walk with my legs dragged and my eyes were distracted.
“Psychopath!” The driver cursed angrily and drove around me. At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. If I was hit by a car like this, I wouldn’t have to face all this. This thought was like a devil holding my hand and returning to the middle of the road.
Soon, a dazzling light came from the distance on the road. I didn’t dodge, and my mind was blank.
Squeak--The car slid from a distance to stop in front of me with a sudden brake. The door opened and a middle-aged uncle walked out. I thought he would scold me again, but he asked with a concerned tone:
“Little boy, what’s wrong?”
Little boy? I am a 16-year-old boy after all, but I was not in the mood to care about these things at this time. I just shrugged my head and shook my head weakly.
The uncle took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and blew out a circle under his eyes, and said:
“You are so young, how many setbacks have you encountered to become like this?”
I continued to shake my head, unable to say a word. What I was facing could no longer be described as setbacks. The uncle squinted his eyes and said:
“It is normal for you to be depressed when you encounter some things at your age, but you must remember that no matter what happens, it is not as important as life and death.”
I nodded thoughtfully, turned around and said:
“Thank you.”
The uncle smiled, turned back to the car and drove away.
Yes, no matter what happens, life and death cannot be surpassed. If I am not afraid of death, how can I not face everything that comes next?
My mood improved a little, at least I no longer thought about going to die, so I came to the Falling Moon Flower Lake in a daze, hoping to relieve the depressed mood in my heart with the beautiful night scenery.
As I walked, a black shadow ran in front of me. It was not until a few meters in front of me that I recognized that the black shadow was Taozi.
“Brother Yu?”
Zhang Tao, in a short-sleeved shirt, stopped in front of me, sweating profusely. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Why do I always run into this idiot when I feel depressed?
At this moment, my emotions were extremely complicated. I wanted to find someone to talk to and I wanted to be alone for a quiet time, but I couldn’t tell anyone about this kind of thing. I ignored him and walked straight forward.
Zhang Tao followed closely and asked with concern:
“What’s wrong?”
I ignored him and walked alone with my head down, looking at the tip of my shoes. Zhang Tao didn’t leave me and asked tentatively:
“Broken heart?”