Mom's Bottom Line
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 17
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - In an instant, the mother's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and her face was ashen. When the boy's face came into her eyes, and when she realized that the man having sex with her was her son, the mother felt as if the sky had fallen. The bottom line of society, the bottom line of ethics, and the bottom line of being a mother were trampled on at this moment.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Aunt
Monday, school.
Ding-ling-ling!
“The exam time is over, please put down your pens and start handing in your papers!”
“Put down your pens, the student in the last row, or you will get zero marks for this exam.”
As the loud bell rang in the campus, the invigilators in each exam room almost clapped their hands at the same time to signal all the candidates to put down their pens and start handing in their papers. The wailing sounds came from the classroom like a tidal wave.
“It’s over. I filled in the wrong answer sheet for the last multiple-choice question.”
“That’s nothing. I just guessed in the listening test!”
“The reading comprehension in this monthly exam is so difficult!”
In exam room 8, I sat in the first row and watched the invigilator take my paper away from the table with confidence. I felt that I did well in this monthly exam. I should be able to get around 110 in English. I’m sure my mother will be satisfied with my results this time.
After all, the scope of the monthly exam is relatively small, and it is basically all the new knowledge points learned this month. I am particularly concerned about English this month. I have completed the reading comprehension and composition, which account for a relatively large proportion of the score, very well, so I should be able to get a satisfactory score.
After this monthly exam, the next exam will be the final exam at the end of June. I think that if I maintain my current learning attitude, it should not be difficult to get 110 in the English exam, and it will be easy to fulfill my promise with my mother!
However, I can only do my best to meet my aunt’s requirements. After all, I am not a monster with an IQ of 300. How can I improve my grades to the same level as the rocket class in just two months?
But there is a long way to go. After all, there are still two years. Maybe one day I can really complete the boasting in front of my aunt and make her look at my grades with new eyes.
Before, I may have been young, and my mother was not very strict with my studies, so I didn’t pay much attention to my studies, but as I grow older and more knowledgeable, I think being able to enter a good university can give me a higher starting point in the future.
Even though I have surpassed many ordinary peers in my family, in this society composed of more than one billion people, there will always be someone who is better than you and stands higher, so I should not be satisfied with the status quo, but should pursue excellence.
I can have such an understanding. On the one hand, my thoughts are more mature than before as I grow older, and on the other hand, it is also the invisible influence of my mother’s words and deeds on me. She could have lived a pampered life, but she still insisted on serving the people in her position, and continued to pursue room for improvement step by step. As a mother, she set a good example for me.
In addition, during the time I lived in my aunt’s house, although she did not make strict demands on me like she did on my cousin, she often told me to study hard. Even if I was a rich second-generation official, I had to be an excellent rich second-generation official, not a dandy. For example, my father was also a rich second-generation, but he also graduated from a prestigious university. At least I can’t be worse than the previous generation...
I have to say that my aunt’s brainwashing education is still very useful for me, a young man who is not very experienced in the world!
Under various factors, I, who was not very concerned about studying, actually started to study hard. Moreover, my goal was not only to be in the top 200 in the school, but to get into 985, which means at least to be in the top 50 in the school.
In short, this monthly exam gave me great confidence. Not only English, but I also felt that I had made some progress in other subjects, but not as obvious as English!
...
“James, how did you do in the exam?”
Back in the classroom, David looked at me with a look of despair and asked.
I was happy, thinking when did this kid care so much about his grades, and laughed: “Not bad, I feel that I performed quite normally, how about you?”
I just asked casually, this kid’s grades have always been stable at the middle level, maintaining around 20th to 30th in the class, even if he did poorly in the exam this time, it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Oh, it’s over.” David sighed, “I hope I won’t be at the bottom.”
“What?” I widened my eyes and looked at David in disbelief, “What the hell are you doing? Why did your grades drop so much this time?”
“David, how many times have I told you to be moderate? Look, you’ve ruined your body, your mind is full of pornographic thoughts, and your mind is not on studying, so your grades will naturally drop!”
At the same time, I was curious whether something happened to David. No matter how much his grades dropped, it would not be possible to drop so much.
“James, I didn’t. It’s unfair!” David wailed.
“What’s going on?” I glared at him, looking at him with a smile.
David suddenly hesitated, turned his head and looked at the side with an unnatural look, “This matter, this matter, James, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I really can’t tell you...”
Seeing my best friend’s embarrassed look, I smiled and shook my head and didn’t force it, “Okay, anyway, you should be careful, if you need my help, just ask.”
“After all, I am also your class monitor!”
David nodded with a frown and turned back to his seat.
Since it was not time to go home after the English exam, there was just one class left, so it didn’t take long for the math teacher to come to the classroom to start the class.
When school was about to end, Teacher Sarah came to the door of the classroom and greeted the math teacher. The two whispered a few words. After the math teacher nodded, Teacher Sarah came to the podium with a thick stack of test papers.
“After school, the class leaders will stay for a while, and the rest of the students will go home on their own.”
After saying this, Teacher Sarah sat on the podium and began to correct the papers, and the math teacher had already left.
After a few minutes, the bell rang, and Teacher Sarah stood up and asked the students to go home, leaving us class leaders in the classroom.
“Classmates, I have too many papers, and I can’t correct them all by myself.”
“Can you help me correct the papers and go home in half an hour?”
“If any of you have something to do at home, I won’t bother you, and you can go back first.”
There were a dozen or so people sitting in the classroom, all of them were class representatives of various subjects, as well as study committee members, discipline committee members, sports committee members, and me, the class monitor. Most of the outstanding students in Class 8 of Grade 1 were here.
It was normal to help the teacher correct the papers. During the midterm exam last year, I, as the class monitor, also helped the math teacher correct the papers. Usually, I went to the teacher’s office after school or during the lunch break.
But today, Teacher Sarah called many people, and the office might not be able to accommodate them, so we had to be in the classroom.
After all, the English homework she assigned to us last week was just two papers, plus today’s test papers. It would be strange if Teacher Sarah could handle it all by herself. If she wanted to correct so many papers, she would have to stay up all night tonight.
All of us here are student leaders, so naturally we hope to leave a good impression on the head teacher. Moreover, a charming and mature beauty like Teacher Sarah, even several female student leaders are willing to stay with the teacher for a while, not to mention us boys.
So Teacher Sarah gave us all the papers we did over the weekend to correct, and she corrected the papers for today’s test alone. It can be said that the division of labor is clear.
Swish!
For a while, the quiet classroom echoed with the sound of the signature pen scratching across the paper, one after another.
After about twenty minutes, less than half an hour, we finished correcting all the papers we were assigned.
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