Mom's Troubles
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 11
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Novel type: Incest, Mother, Son I could only hug my mother's body and speed up my pace. In the end, I almost half hugged my mother and dragged her into the elevator. With a "ding..." sound, the elevator quickly went up to the 16th floor, but with my mother in this state, the elevator still couldn't move. I could only mutter with heartache, "You obviously can't drink, why do you have to show off and drink so much..."
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
As time went by, the day for my father and mother to go through the divorce procedures was finally put on the agenda. They found a time when the Civil Affairs Bureau was working, and they finally signed the divorce agreement. As a division of property, the house we live in now is in my mother’s name, and with my efforts, my father did not show any ruthlessness and gave my mother a divorce settlement.
My mother was still very sad, mainly because she couldn’t bear to part with me. The fault of this matter was not hers, but the cause was caused by her. Of course, I didn’t find out about this until a long time later. It’s just that I didn’t understand the reasons at the moment. My mother is a stubborn person. She has her own principles and ways of doing things. I don’t want to blame her for anything. But she doesn’t necessarily think so. She is more or less afraid that I will misunderstand her. She is very sad and has been locking herself in the house for the first few days. I passed by my mother’s door several times when I went to the bathroom, and found her crying quietly in the room, but when I wanted to care about her, she didn’t show anything.
The world of adults can be so contradictory sometimes. In fact, there is no long pavilion and ancient road for real farewell, no persuading you to drink more wine, but on a morning like usual, some people stayed in yesterday. Mom doesn’t want me to see her vulnerable side, nor does she want me to be troubled. She needs some time to resolve herself.
But how can I be indifferent? I originally had that intention towards my mother, but I didn’t dare to show it usually. Now that my mother is divorced, my male chauvinism can’t help but arise, especially after getting her body, I always have some inexplicable thoughts. For example, she is no longer my father’s woman, so can my mother be my woman?
My mature, elegant, beautiful and generous mother, I have had some inexplicable feelings for her since my body just began to develop. Now that my father is gone, will my mother find a new man? This is what I am very worried about, just like it’s my turn to have something that belongs to me, and it can’t be touched by others. When I think of this, I tend to scratch my head. After all, my mother is not yet 40 years old, not too old, and she is beautiful, intellectual and gentle. It is not difficult for her to remarry. According to common sense, if it rains, my mother will get married. Why should I, a son, get involved? Moreover, such a thing has not happened yet. But I just feel uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. I think I should stay. If I can stay, at least I can see her every day, so that I may have a chance to kiss her again. Even if I can’t, at least I can stop the wild wind and butterflies approaching my mother.
So I mentioned to my mother several times that I wanted to stay, but she refused. She seemed to see through my worries and told me to focus on studying abroad. She also said that since Sophia and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, we should be together. If we were not together, we would not talk to each other. It was really difficult for me to be caught between my mother and Sophia. To be honest, I liked both of them, but my parents were too strict with me at that time, so I didn’t dare to focus on my mother, so I had a good impression of Sophia. But after the night of the teacher’s farewell banquet, I felt that it seemed possible for me and my mother. Of course, this was just my own imagination. As for school, I still had to go to school. I couldn’t find a better reason to stay for a while, so I could only take one step at a time.
Canada is different from our country in terms of school system and semesters. Their autumn semester starts about a month earlier than ours. So I went to the driving school more frequently, and finally spent about ten days to complete all the subjects.
Mia and I were both relatively smooth. When I got my driver’s license, she even treated me to a meal alone to express her gratitude. We were all familiar friends, so I didn’t refuse. During the conversation, when she learned that I was going abroad to study, she showed a little surprise. When she heard that I was going abroad with Sophia, she showed an expression that I didn’t understand.
She expressed her blessings to me. I also heard that she applied for the local University of Science and Technology of China, and was admitted as one of the first volunteers. The University of Science and Technology of China is a famous university. Those who can enter such a school are outstanding people. I also wished her back. So we encouraged each other to succeed in academic and career.
When I showed Sophia my driver’s license, I really gave her a surprise. It was only about a month or even less, and she surpassed me at a lightning speed. But when she learned that I applied for it with Mia, although she didn’t say anything, she seemed a little unhappy and jealous. This is really a common problem for girls.
These days, I have been with Sophia. Since returning from Chaohu, I took her to the school to apply for a student status certificate, various transcripts, and went to the customs department to apply for a passport to go abroad. All the necessary procedures were completed in advance.
During this period, my father was also very concerned about me. He asked about my preparation progress from time to time. He also contacted an old friend of his who lived in Canada in advance and found a rental house near the school for me in advance. He also focused his business on the trade in Canada, and it is very likely that he will stay there for a while.
As the departure date was getting closer, my mother’s mood changed. She no longer hid in the house and was sad, but suddenly became concerned about me again. She seemed to be nagging more and more. She would always find various times to tell me endlessly like an old mother. For example, what should I do if I catch a cold or have a fever, I should pay attention to the regularity of my diet, don’t learn to play games like senior students in school, etc., and take good care of myself when my mother is not around, and learn to take care of myself when I grow up.
My mother treated me as a child who had not grown up. In the family, the love from the mother is generally more delicate and direct than that from the father. I am the unique baby in her heart, the child she raised with great difficulty. It is really pitiful for parents in the world. But my mother is my mother. No matter how much she says, or even if she reminds me again tomorrow, I don’t feel annoyed. She is so earnest, and I enjoy it, because once I go abroad to study, it means that there will be no more such situations in the future.
And I am also very happy to be treated like this. I thought she would have a grudge against me and become uncertain about me, but the love from my mother not only did not decrease, but increased. I almost thought that my mother also had that feeling towards me. After all, I still remember my mother’s reaction that night very clearly. That night, she was not only charming but also indulgent. She should have the instinctive physiological needs of women. But I thought about it again and felt that I was thinking wrongly. This is indeed the love of my mother, but it is pure.
Taking advantage of this last period of time, I also cared about my mother and showed her great courtesy. Other classmates either played during the holidays, but I took the initiative to chat with my mother at home except for necessary circumstances, or accompanied her shopping. For example, today, the mother and son changed their previous gloom and went out to buy clothes together.
Usually, my mother would be with her bestie, or my father would be with her, but the situation was special, so I came with her. The reason was that my mother insisted that the clothes I was wearing were too rustic, and since I was going to college, she had to change my clothes. I thought that it might not be so convenient in Canada, so I gladly accepted it.
There were not many people in the mall during the day, probably because of the huge impact of online shopping. At least for clothing, physical stores were half dead. So the waiters in each store were very polite, and they started to greet customers from a distance at the door, fearing that customers would be taken advantage of by other stores.
I still don’t like to buy clothes in physical stores. I really think it’s too simple to buy clothes online. You just need to choose the style, color and size, and then look at the price. Physical stores are not only dazzling, but also difficult to compare, and the prices are generally outrageous. Of course, it’s much better to have my mother by my side. She helps me choose calmly, and I just need to try them on. Tops and pants, after shopping for an hour or so, my mother quickly chose two sets for me.
Carrying the packed bag, there was still some time before dinner, so I ordered two ice creams. My mother and I found a place to rest, sat on the left and right and ate, and the intimate look was quite like a couple, at least that’s what passers-by who didn’t know would think.
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