Conquer
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, mother-in-law, teacher. Mom finally realized that she made a wrong choice. She was like a beautiful candle stuck in my big candlestick, unable to move or resist. It was like meat on a chopping board, so uncomfortable.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
My mother sprained her ankle. She sat on the lounge chair and rubbed it for a while. Then she suddenly said to me, “Call a car.”
“Oh ... oh.” My mother hasn’t spoken to me on her own initiative since she came back, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.
“Call a car.” Mom repeated, her tone still cold, even a little impatient.
I quickly agreed and ran to call a taxi. When I helped my mother get in the car, she pushed me aside. After we got off the car at the hotel, my mother limped in, sweating with every step, gritting her teeth, and looked very painful. I hesitated for a moment, but finally went to help her. Fortunately, this time my mother only resisted symbolically and then stopped refusing.
Due to the stranded passengers caused by the strike and the impending typhoon, the hotel was fully booked. After canceling two rooms, there was only one room left. My mother argued with the front desk for a long time, but the answer she got was that there was only one room left. If she didn’t book it again, it would be gone. She contacted several other hotels, but they were also fully booked. She had no choice but to stay.
After we got to the room, my mother swung her arm and pushed me away with her elbow. Then she slumped down in the chair, rubbing her temples and muttering tiredly, “What bad luck has happened to me.”
“Isn’t this normal?” I whispered.
My mother looked up at me, and I quickly explained, “That’s how it’s played out in TV dramas. When something like this happens, there’s definitely only one room left...”
I wanted to say something witty to relax my mother and ease the relationship between her and me, but her expression didn’t change at all, she was still cold, and the atmosphere became even more awkward. I quickly shut my mouth and sat down obediently on the bed.
For the next half hour, my mother and I just sat there, no one said a word. There was no sound in the room except the ticking of the wall clock. It was so quiet that it was a little scary.
My mother sat on the chair, staring at me motionlessly. I didn’t dare to breathe, and my body almost curled up. After living for more than ten years, I finally understand what it feels like to feel uncomfortable all over.
Because the atmosphere was too tense, I felt like peeing, but I didn’t know why I didn’t dare to go. Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I raised my hand tremblingly and smiled awkwardly at my mother: “Mom ... I want to pee.”
My mother didn’t scold me or scold me, but rolled her eyes with a hint of disgust. I rushed into the toilet as if I had received an imperial decree.
I had thought that being alone with my mom might help ease the tension, but now it’s even more tense. Dad and Barbara were here a few days ago, so it helped to liven up the atmosphere, but now it’s just me and mom, living in the same room, and we’re just staring at each other.
I was sweating all over, and my butt felt like it had thorns on it. I was restless and uncomfortable. I spent half an hour in agony, and suddenly I remembered that it was still daytime, so I could just go out. Why did I have to stay in the house? But my mother sprained her ankle, so she definitely couldn’t go out, so I had to go out.
Just as I stood up and was about to go out, my mother also stood up from her chair. We were both stunned at the same time, she looked at me, I looked at her, and after a moment of silence, we sat down at the same time.
After another ten minutes, I couldn’t bear it any longer and asked my mother tentatively, “Mom, can I go out for a walk?”
My mother turned her head and looked at me expressionlessly. I tentatively raised my hips and asked, “Then ... then I ... I’ll go out.”
My mother still stared at me without saying anything. I couldn’t stand this depressing atmosphere any more, so I gritted my teeth and ran out of the room.
After leaving the hotel, I breathed in deep gulps of fresh air mixed with the smell of the sea, and for the first time I truly experienced the feeling of freedom.
There were a lot of people on the street, and there were strike teams everywhere, which was chaotic and noisy. This scene is rare in China. I stood on the street curiously to watch the excitement. At first, everyone was shouting the same slogan, but after a while, I heard a loud noise in front of me, and then I heard gunshots, and the crowd instantly became excited.
Many people started to run back. I thought it had nothing to do with me and that I would not be affected. I wanted to continue watching the excitement, but when I saw the crowds and panic, I got a little nervous and retreated with the crowd. Finally, I hurried back to the hotel.
After standing outside the guest room, I knocked on the door for a long time before my mother opened it for me. After entering, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and said to her while panting: “It’s a mess, you can’t go out, it’s a mess outside.”
Mom frowned, opened her mouth and hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What’s going on outside?”
“I don’t know either, it’s just quite messy.” After saying that, my mother and I fell into silence again and looked at each other.
Just when the atmosphere in the room was about to fall to freezing point again, I suddenly remembered that I could use studying to divert my attention. Fortunately, I was carrying my own schoolbag and it was not taken back home by my father and others. I quickly took out my textbook and sat at the desk to bury my head in the book.
When my mother saw that I started studying, she sat on the bed and played with her cell phone, and from time to time she stood in front of the window and stared blankly. She stayed like this until the evening without any communication with me.
We, mother and son, can still eat together, but we definitely can’t sleep in the same room.
It was already 11 o’clock in the evening. Mom leaned against the bed, hugged the pillow and crossed her legs. She was dressed neatly and looked at me indifferently. It was obvious that Mom was a little sleepy, but she was definitely not comfortable sleeping in the same room with me. I knew it even without her saying it.
I wanted to tell my mother that she could sleep peacefully and that I would never do anything excessive again, but I didn’t know how to start. I felt a little dry in the mouth, so I stood up and walked forward, took a bottle of drink, and took a big gulp. Then I thought of my mother and turned around to ask, “What would you like to drink?”
My mother looked at me without responding. I took it as her agreement and took out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator. I smiled and said, “Have some beer. I remember you said beer helps you sleep...”
Seeing my mother’s face suddenly change, her pair of slender almond-shaped eyes gradually narrowed, full of murderous intent, I realized how stupid I was. I slapped my mouth hard and quickly changed the bottle of milk.
After my mother took the milk, she turned to the side. I thought I should explain to her, so after a moment of silence, I said, “Mom, actually ... actually that night, I really wasn’t...”
“Shut up.”
I had just said half of my words when my mother stopped me with a stern shout. I sighed helplessly, took a pillow, put two chairs together, and curled up on them.
My mother still didn’t believe me. After drinking the milk, she leaned against the bed and stared at me. Even though she looked tired, she still refused to close her eyes. I lay on the chair, unable to stretch my body or legs. My butt and waist were hanging in the air, which was naturally very uncomfortable. But the most uncomfortable thing was my mother’s wary eyes.
After being in a stalemate for about half an hour, I felt that this was not a good idea, so I stood up, picked up my pillow and walked to the bathroom. I turned back and said to my mother, “I promise not to come out at night, you can rest assured. If you are really worried, you can put a chair in front of the door.” After that, I went into the bathroom.
It is definitely uncomfortable to sleep in the bathtub. It is so shiny and slippery, and you can’t straighten your legs. When you wake up in the morning, your back and waist will ache, your legs will cramp, and your neck will be stiff.
My mother got up early in the morning and was still sitting on the bed, dressed neatly, but her hair was a little messy and her face didn’t look very good. I guess she slept in her clothes last night, and like me, she didn’t sleep well.
Breakfast was delivered by room service, and after eating, I went back to study. Mom still didn’t talk to me, but she would moan from time to time. I looked over secretly and saw Mom sitting by the bed, rubbing her ankle in pain. The injured area was already red and swollen.
I thought about it, put down my pen, stood up and said to her, “How about ... I’ll go get you some medicine.”
“No need.” Mom replied coldly.
“Your feet are so swollen.”
“If you don’t need it, then don’t need it.” Mom said impatiently, “Read your book.”
I sat back and continued to read, but I was still worried. Finally, without saying hello to my mother, I got up and left the room, went to the front desk, and found some spray for treating bruises. After returning to the room, I gently placed it next to my mother, and then continued to read without saying a word.
My mother stared at me for a moment, unscrewed the lid, sprayed and kneaded it herself, but the pain still made her moan softly.
Another day passed like this, and at night I locked myself in the bathroom and slept in the bathtub. The next day, my stiff neck became even worse, and the slightest movement of my neck would cause me to grimace in pain.
Seeing me rubbing my neck and groaning, my mother couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with your neck?”
Faced with my mother’s sudden concern, I was really ecstatic, but I still laughed dryly and said, “It’s nothing, I just have a stiff neck.”
My mother didn’t say anything, but I was secretly happy. After all, she is my mother. No matter how big a mistake I make, she will still care about me when it’s time.
After a while, there was a rustling sound on the bed, and then I saw my mother getting off the bed, staggering to my back, putting her hands on my neck and rubbing it gently.
My mother’s hands were cool, thin and smooth. After just a few rubs, the pain was relieved immediately. Of course, my heart was so happy that I almost laughed out loud.
After rubbing for ten minutes, my mother turned around and went back to the bed. She remained silent throughout the whole process without any communication. But I was already very satisfied. It would be a bit ungrateful to ask for more.
With this episode with Mark, I felt much happier and happy the whole day. I almost laughed out loud during dinner. My mother seemed to notice something strange and looked at me sideways. I quickly controlled my emotions.
At night, when I was walking towards the bathroom with my pillow in my arms, my mother suddenly called me: “You ... sleep on the floor.”
“Ah?” I didn’t react for a moment and looked back at my mother.
My mother glared at me and said expressionlessly, “Sleep on the floor, don’t sleep in the bathtub.” Then she threw a sheet on the floor.
“Oh.” I nodded obediently, then spread the bed on the floor, stared at my mother, and slowly lay down. The hard floor was naturally not as good as the soft mattress, but it was much more comfortable than sleeping in the bathtub.
Sharing a room with my mother, my heart was pounding. With the strong wind outside, I tossed and turned on the floor like a pancake, but I couldn’t fall asleep. From time to time, I heard the sound of someone turning over in bed above my head. I thought my mother couldn’t fall asleep like me. I don’t know why, but I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my mother would lie down beside my ear and hum “Lupinus” softly when I couldn’t fall asleep.
Although the singing is not very good ... it is also a very deep childhood memory of mine.
Alas~!
“The stars in the sky are silent, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers. The stars in the sky are blinking, and my mother’s heart is like lupine...”
I curled up on the ground, humming softly.
My mother suddenly said, “Stop singing, it’s so awful.”
I couldn’t help laughing and said, “It can be uglier than your singing.” Then I regretted it and quickly closed my mouth and pretended to sleep.
The room fell silent again. After a long while, a soft sigh came from the bed, full of resentment and helplessness. My heart ached, and I whispered, “Mom, are you asleep?”
My mother didn’t reply. I kept talking to myself: “Do you remember? When I was a child, the money at home was lost. You asked me if I stole it, but I denied it. You said that making mistakes is not terrible, as long as I can bravely admit my mistakes and correct them, you will forgive me.”
Mom didn’t say anything, so I continued, “I know the mistake I made was too big and unforgivable, but I still hope you can forgive me this time. I know it’s selfish of me to say this, but ... you are my mother, I ... I can live without anyone else in my life, but I can’t live without my mother.”
At the end of my speech, my voice choked up.
At this time, my mother sighed.
“I’ve spoiled you too much.”
My mother’s voice was trembling slightly, with a slight sob. I gasped twice and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
“Mom, I’ve made up my mind. When I go to college, I will ... move out. I will ... never make you sad again.”
Mom didn’t say anything. I finally couldn’t help it anymore, so I buried my face in the pillow and started to cry.
The relationship between my mother and I did not improve because of the night talk, and the communication between mother and son was limited to necessary. But I always felt that the atmosphere was not as awkward as before, at least I was not afraid to speak.
After lunch, my mother stood behind me silently and rubbed my neck gently. I was deeply moved and in order to show my determination to repent, I spent all my time studying hard except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet.
There was a typhoon outside these two days, and the demonstrations were gone. My mother checked and found out that the typhoon would stop tomorrow, and we could fly back home the day after tomorrow. To be honest, I was a little reluctant to leave. Even though the atmosphere was so awkward, even though I stayed in the room and did nothing but stare at each other, as long as I could be with my mother, I would be extremely happy.
The next day, the sky finally cleared up. After staying in the house for several days, my mother wanted to go out for a walk. Before going out, my mother sat by the bed and sprayed the medicine. My mother’s feet were smooth, white and tender, and her feet were small and cute. I used to like my mother’s beautiful feet very much. Every time I saw them, I always had an inexplicable impulse. But at this time, looking at my mother’s white and sexy bare feet, I didn’t react at all. Even when my mother drove me out and changed into a pair of flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, I didn’t have the slightest impulse.
I helped my mother out of the hotel and walked slowly along the beach path. Although she didn’t talk to me along the way, at least she didn’t object to touching my skin.
Mom seemed to be in a good mood. After strolling along the beach, she found a buffet restaurant and sat down.
The restaurant was quiet and sunny, with the sound of waves in my ears. My mother sat opposite me, eating grilled fish leisurely, while I was like a waiter, diligently bringing her favorite food.
A few days ago, the relationship between me and my son was really cold, and there were some things I could never say. Today, seeing that my mother was in a good mood, I decided to take this opportunity to explain.
“Mom ... there are some things I want to explain to you.”
Mom looked up and said nothing.
I swallowed nervously, pondered for a while, and said, “Actually, that night...”
Just as I started talking, my mother suddenly frowned and said “Ouch”. I didn’t take it seriously and continued to say with my head down: “ Patricia helped you into her room.”
“Oh ... ah...” Mom covered her lower abdomen with her hands and leaned her upper body on the table.
“Believe it or not, I really didn’t know. I thought it was Patricia sleeping in the room.”
“Shut up!” Mom yelled in a low voice. I was startled and looked up. I saw that her brows were tightly knitted together, and her facial features were almost squeezed together. In the blink of an eye, her originally fair face had turned red.
I was startled and quickly stood up and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
“My stomach hurts.” Mom’s voice began to tremble.
“Then ... then ... did you catch a cold? Or did you eat something bad?” I saw beads of sweat on my mother’s forehead, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
My mother gritted her teeth and groaned in pain. She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even speak. Seeing this, I banged my head a few times to calm myself down and said to my mother, “Call an ambulance, call an ambulance. Just bear with it for a while, just bear with it for a while.” While comforting my mother, I took out my cell phone and made a call.