Mom's Bottom Line
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 20
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
After school, we returned to my aunt’s house. We finished dinner as usual. It was not yet completely dark. My aunt, who was supposed to take my cousin and me to the neighborhood for a walk to digest the food, suddenly said that she was not feeling well and would not go out for a walk today. She asked my cousin to go back to the room to read a book and then go to bed.
When I was about to go back to the room to play with my phone, my aunt suddenly called me.
When I came back today, I found that my aunt’s face was a little wrong, and the atmosphere at the table was a little weird than usual. Although I usually look lazy, I still have some ability to read people’s expressions. So today I didn’t say a word in front of my aunt, and I behaved like a good boy like my cousin.
After all, the scene of my aunt scolding my cousin yesterday is still lingering in my mind. It made me see my aunt’s lioness side, and I actually felt a little fear of my aunt from the bottom of my heart. Even though I saw my aunt’s changed stockings and underwear in the bathroom last night, I didn’t dare to have any blasphemous thoughts like before.
There is no way, the pressure my aunt put on me is too strong.
Even if the target of her scolding yesterday was my cousin instead of me, that face that looks 70% like my mother always makes me feel a strong sense of oppression and suffocation inexplicably.
As my aunt has the same father and mother as my mother and has the same blood, she can indeed be regarded as half of my mother. It is not surprising that I have such a mentality.
Seeing my aunt calling me seriously, I don’t know what’s going on, but I have an ominous premonition in my heart for no reason.
But in front of my aunt, I still looked at her obediently and said, “What’s wrong, aunt?”
My aunt stared at me seriously until I felt a little scared by her gaze and avoided her gaze involuntarily. Then my aunt, who was sitting on the sofa, pointed to the small sofa on the right.
“Sit down, aunt has something to ask you.”
“Hmm!”
I hummed, then walked over and sat down.
“Auntie asks you something.” After I sat down, my aunt took a deep breath, and the hesitant expression on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by firmness and courage.
My aunt stared at me sharply.
And I, under the slightly coercive gaze of my aunt, didn’t dare to look at her, but lowered my head slightly, nodded lightly, and hummed, feeling like sitting on pins and needles.
My intuition told me that what my aunt was going to ask was definitely not a good thing, but it was a very important thing. Could it be...
With thousands of thoughts flashing through my mind, I suddenly felt a shock in my heart, panicked, and my heartbeat accelerated.
“Do you remember the last time your mother came back?”
Aunt suddenly spoke, staring at me seriously and asked, “We drank very late the next day before coming back.”
“Were there other people around your mother and me at that time?”
Boom!
My mind was like a thunderbolt, and it was blank in an instant. My intuition was right. What my aunt wanted to ask was not only not a good thing, but also a big thing that could cause a landslide and tsunami!
Instantly, I felt my scalp tingling, goose bumps all over my body, and my body was trembling slightly, although my last reason told me to stay calm and keep calm, and not let my aunt see my abnormality.
But I was so inexperienced that I couldn’t control my inner fear and my body trembling involuntarily.
I knew I couldn’t keep silent any longer, otherwise my aunt would definitely suspect me with her shrewdness, so I looked up and tried to keep myself calm, looking at my aunt with doubts, revealing a thoughtful and reminiscent expression.
“No!” I paused, considered my words, and continued: “I was playing games in the living room at the time, and when I was about to take a shower, I heard someone outside opening the door, but after a long time of noise, they refused to open the door.”
“So I went to open the door, and when I opened the door, I only saw mom and you standing at the door drunk.”
“There was no one else around you at the time, and mom was barely able to stay sober.”
While saying this, I observed my aunt’s face and found that she was just a little suspicious, and she didn’t really find any substantial evidence. My uneasy heart gradually calmed down, thinking that the evidence that night had been “destroyed” by me, and more than half a month had passed, even if my aunt had any doubts, she couldn’t find any evidence against me.