Mom's Troubles
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 14
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
When boys reach the age of sexual impulse, they love to dream, and they are the kind of chaotic erotic dreams. I wasn’t sure if it rained in the middle of the night. When I woke up, my mother was no longer in the room. The bathrobe she changed out of was neatly folded on the bed. The woman’s smell left on it was very good. I was intoxicated in such a morning and couldn’t help thinking of the dream I had last night. It seemed that I dreamed of having sex with a beautiful woman with big breasts and a nice butt. I didn’t remember it clearly, but I remembered that I seemed to have a wet dream. After all, I didn’t ejaculate last night when I masturbated to my mother. All men know how uncomfortable it is, so I still ejaculated when I fell asleep.
Then I subconsciously lifted the air-conditioning quilt, and then I realized that it was over. I remembered that I changed a black one last night, but now I was wearing a blue pair of underwear underneath. When I left home, I only brought two pairs, which means that my mother changed me while I was asleep!
I was a little confused for a while, and I pulled open my pants to see if there was any residue, but I couldn’t find any traces. I tilted my head to look at the bedside. There was a wet wipe used by my mother in the wastebasket. I pinched it up and saw that there was indeed milky white residue. Then I smelled a gun nose smell. I can still distinguish the smell coming from my body. I was stunned for a while, and I guessed that my mother must have helped me clean it when she changed my pants in the morning.
Oh, that means my mother played with my penis early in the morning. This kind of thing makes me crazy and curious about my mother’s reaction at that time. It’s a pity that I didn’t wake up at that time, otherwise I would have seen a beautiful woman holding her son’s morning erection penis and cleaning it shyly in the morning. This thought made me hard again. I rubbed it unconsciously, thinking that my aunt and others were there during the day, so I should be quiet. Then I put on my clothes and went downstairs.
When I walked to the stairs, I found that my aunt was already in the yard, hanging the clothes washed from the washing machine, including my two changed underwear. As soon as she turned her head, she saw me coming downstairs. She first muttered in a low voice, “Why did you change two in one day?” Then she said to me, “You are so old and still sleep in. Your sister got up earlier than you.”
As soon as my aunt finished speaking, my cousin followed my mother out of the kitchen. My mother subconsciously explained, “He must have been tired from traveling yesterday.” Then it was my cousin’s voice, “Brother, you got up at the right time. We are going to have dinner.”
In the eyes of women, men’s loss of semen may lead to physical weakness. I recalled what my mother said, knowing what she meant, and did not dare to say anything.
I stayed at my grandfather’s house for half a day in the morning. He planted many fruit trees by the lake. Because he knew I was going abroad, he asked me to pick a lot of fresh ones when I went back. It is inevitable that relatives will be reluctant to part, but people are social animals, so they all understand.
On the way home in the afternoon, the mother and son seemed to have something on their minds. They didn’t say a few words, but they seemed to have endless things to say, but no one broke it first. Finally, out of my special curiosity, I couldn’t help asking my mother what the fortune-telling grandpa talked about yesterday was all about. But my mother didn’t seem to be interested in this topic. As for her past, the adults seemed to behave the same way. Sometimes when my mother was in a good mood, she would take the initiative to tell me some interesting things about her, especially when I was young, she would use things that seemed to me to be more imaginative to amuse me. Sometimes she refused to talk to me about these things, which happened more after I grew up, and she didn’t amuse me like before. But the more she did this, the more curious I became, until she finally couldn’t get rid of me and revealed a little bit.
“The fortune-teller was originally a friend of your grandmother, and your grandmother was a more feudal person, so she often asked him to tell all kinds of fortunes for me and your aunt ... Victor also knew that my mother didn’t believe in this, just like the astrology that you young people pursue, it seems to be universally applicable, but in fact it is very inaccurate, just grasping people’s psychological effects...” My mother is a materialist, she doesn’t believe in this, and told me not to take it seriously.
My mother was like an experienced elder, patiently explaining to me, but thinking about it, what she said was really like this. Just like the microblogs about earthquake predictions that I saw on the Internet before, they were all dug up and praised afterwards, and people thought the person who posted the microblog was awesome, but if you think about it carefully, in fact, people post similar things on the Internet every day, and earthquakes are likely to occur every year on average, so some people use this to make a fuss, but they don’t mention the 364 times the prediction was wrong ... Of course, I don’t take it seriously. I certainly don’t want my mother’s next fate to be another man.
I asked my mother if she had any plans for the future, actually I just wanted to know what she would do after I went abroad. My mother is not a civil servant like Madison, and she has no experience of working, so I want to know how she will spend her time if she is alone. Who knows, my mother herself hasn’t thought about it yet. Seeing that I am concerned, she smiled and said that she will tell me when she thinks about it. I didn’t ask any more questions. Although we talked a lot on the way, no one mentioned what happened last night, including that I saw my mother’s naked body under her bathrobe and almost kissed her forcefully, and that I dreamed about her wet dream at night. I’m not sure if I hugged my mother’s body in my dream last night. Only she knows, but it’s true that she cleaned up the semen for me.
Before leaving the country, Sophia and I booked the plane ticket three days in advance, which also means that the countdown to departure has begun.
There are really only a few days left at home. My mother is becoming more and more gentle to me. Several times, she came to cover my belly while I was asleep at night and sat by the bed for most of the time. I didn’t fail to notice her mother’s kindness, but I didn’t deliberately break it. Sometimes during the day, I would see her sitting alone at the table in the living room, one hand on the table, the other hand holding her chin in a daze. The woman’s lake eyes were filled with endless troubles, making it difficult to understand.
In the last few nights, I would talk to my mother every time before going to bed. I could tell that she wanted to spend more time with me. We sat on the sofa, watching TV was secondary. Since I gave my mother a massage last time when we went shopping, my mother didn’t refuse when I wanted to rub her shoulders. I felt that she knew that I had that kind of little thoughts. There were two accidents, and I was just barely touching my mother’s lips. As a woman, it is unlikely that she didn’t have that kind of insight.
My mother knew something about the fact that my father might go to Canada on a business trip. Although they were divorced, their WeChat should not have been deleted, so she knew more or less about the information in the circle of friends. Sometimes the relationship between husband and wife is also strange. I am always afraid that the child will be partial to another person, especially for divorced couples, who will have more sense of crisis. This may be one of the reasons why she indulged me recently.
She is also trying to let go of herself. Entering the midsummer, my mother has changed her conservative style these days. She wears low-necked clothes, either short skirts or dresses. Her cleavage and white thighs are casually exposed. Sometimes she sits on a chair without deliberately closing her legs, so I can always see some things I shouldn’t see.
This atmosphere can only be experienced, and no one deliberately breaks it. My mother has been silently satisfying me. Even if the inner impulse is very strong, I can only take advantage of the sofa to eat some tofu. I can only think about it but can’t do it when I really ask for sex.
Until the night before I left, my mother didn’t forget to pack my luggage for me. She helped me fold clothes and put them in the suitcase, and helped me organize various documents in the backpack ... My mother’s leisurely hands did the work very slowly and carefully, just wanting to talk to me as much as possible. It was not until very late at night that she reluctantly left my room.
Before my father went to Canada, he had a lot of things to deal with. He told me the contact person and contact information after the plane arrived, and also told me what to pay attention to on the way, but he didn’t send me off in person. Instead, my mother sent me to Xinqiao International Airport.
It was my first time to take a plane. The mother and son set off early. The plane that was scheduled to arrive at 10 o’clock arrived at 8 o’clock. I got off the car from the underground parking garage. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to go up so quickly. Pulling the suitcase, I asked on the phone that Sophia had just left.
The underground negative ground floor was very large, but there were not many people around. My mother and I walked very slowly. She asked me when Sophia would arrive, and I said it would take about 40 minutes. She asked me if I wanted to go up now, and I said wait, and then I walked to a concrete wall and stopped.
I didn’t know what to do next. Anyway, looking at my mother, my eyes were full of reluctance. And my mother seemed to have the same mood towards me. I said that I would miss you when I left, and my mother also said that she would miss me, so I said that I would not go, but my mother did not agree.
There were really not many people around. The taxi driver was going to drop off passengers upstairs, but I specifically asked him to go downstairs before he stopped at the basement level. In this situation, I suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity, but it was just very difficult to speak. I stuttered a little and said, “Mom, can I ask you a request?” I looked at my mother. She was very beautiful after a little makeup, bright eyes and white teeth, wavy curly hair casually draped behind her head, and her beautiful red lips exuded a sweet breath, which always made me want to bite her.
I stared at her, which made her a little embarrassed, “What do you want?” The atmosphere was a little awkward, and my mother reached out to gather her hair, and the action was quite charming.
“Mom, I want...” I wanted to say that I wanted to kiss my mother, but who knew that my mother reached out to cover my mouth in advance and didn’t let me finish. I thought my mother was rejecting me, after all, I was too greedy, but then my mother said softly, “Are you sure you want this?”
I nodded.
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