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Chapter 12
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 12 - I want to be a good mother... I don't want to let my husband down... But, it's so satisfying...so painful...so unbridled...so beautiful... Adam...my only son...the son I carried for ten months...I really...can't live without him...Yes, I'm not in love with him...I just...can't live without him... Give love to my husband and body to my son?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
The work in the Internet cafe was simple, delivering water, food, and cleaning. But it was still a bit hard for me to work all night for the first time. There was another guy working the night shift with me, who was in his twenties and was responsible for opening cards. He was quite considerate of me. There were fewer people in the second half of the night, and seeing that I was very sleepy, he let me find a place to sleep for a while.
After finishing my first day of work in a daze, I changed shifts and followed my friend back to the dormitory. The dormitory was a rented residence, with a room for men and women, and two bunk beds in each room. There were four beds, and I randomly found an empty bed and fell asleep without even washing up. After a day of looking for a job and doing high-intensity exercise, I was really sleepy.
I slept until 6pm, went to the supermarket to buy a toothbrush, underwear and other things, washed up, ate something, and then I had nothing to do.
On the fourth day after leaving home, I finally felt lonely again. I couldn’t help missing my mother. After all, this was the first time I had been away from home in 16 years. Although I had prepared myself mentally, for an 18- year-old boy, the world was still a little strange.
Do you want to go home? Are my parents worried about me now? I am also worried about them. I wonder if they will be affected. Besides, my mother has already given in...
No! I shook my head stubbornly. A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. I want to break down my mother’s psychological defenses even more.
However, I can go to my mother’s school tomorrow. I remember she has classes on Wednesday afternoon. It’s okay to watch her from a distance. I just hope nothing happens to her.
I wandered aimlessly until 11 o’clock, and then went to work again. When there were few people around, I opened my mailbox again. Sure enough, I received several emails from my mother again. The content was nothing more than worrying about me and asking me to go home. But from the lines, I could still tell that my mother was getting more and more upset.
It’s okay to collapse. I don’t want my emotions to overcome my reason and desires. I closed the webpage calmly and still didn’t reply.
After working all night, I slept until around 1:00 p.m. the next day.
After washing up, putting on dried jeans and a T-shirt, I went to Oriental University where my mother taught.
The school is in the suburbs, and it was already past three when we arrived. The sunlight in May was already quite scorching, and there were not many college students walking around the campus. I pulled a male college student and asked:
“Hello, Senior, can I ask you something?”
I am nearly 1.8 meters tall, and I like swimming, so I don’t look thin. The college student didn’t suspect that I was not a student of this school, and said straightforwardly: “What’s the matter? Tell me.”
“Do you know Teacher Diana from the School of Culture and Arts?”
The senior student suddenly showed a series of meaningful expressions, such as tacit understanding, fellow travelers, sudden enlightenment, etc., “Oh~ Teacher Diana, her third and fourth classes are in classroom 2203, but you have to go early, otherwise there may be no seats left.”
Is my mother so famous in school? Just pick anyone and you will know when and where she is in class.
“Aren’t you going?” I saw that the senior seemed very interested.
“Hi, I’ve been there a few times. Unfortunately, Teacher Diana is too strict in class and doesn’t allow playing with mobile phones. I’ll go back to the dormitory to play games later and go back in a few days to relax.” The senior waved his hand and left without taking away a cloud.
Fearing that I might meet my mother, I didn’t dare wander around. I found a place to sit down and waited until about four o’clock. Then I asked someone and set off for classroom 2203 in the teaching building.
The teaching building was very quiet, with only the sound of the teacher’s class echoing. I stared at the classroom doorplates and looked at each room one by one. Soon, I saw classroom 2203.
My mother’s familiar voice came from across the classroom, which made my nose sore and almost shed tears. I was afraid that my mother would see me, so I didn’t dare to go through the front door of the classroom. I just leaned against the wall outside the classroom and listened to my mother’s lecture silently.
My mother was talking about Qu Yuan. The classroom was very quiet, with only my mother’s cold voice being heard.
“Okay, now that we know Qu Yuan’s background, let’s take a look at his masterpiece, Li Sao. In ancient Chinese literature, every word is about Feng Sao. Feng refers to the ‘wind’ in the Feng Ya Song in the Book of Songs. We have learned it before, and Sao refers to Li Sao. The Book of Songs and Li Sao can be said to be the origin of ancient Chinese literature...”
The cool voice hit my heart like raindrops on an autumn night, dissipating the heat of May. I couldn’t help but listen intently.
My mother’s classes have many different formats, including interaction and discussion, but my mother’s voice has never changed, it is always dull and cold.
Before I knew it, a class was over. When I heard the bell, I woke up as if from a dream, left quickly and disappeared around the corner.
I found an inconspicuous corner outside the gate of the teaching building and waited quietly for the get out of class to end. No matter what, I still hoped to see my mother, even if it was just from a distance.
Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long I waited before the bell rang again. College students, both male and female, filed out of several teaching buildings. I pulled myself together and blended into the crowd. With so many people covering me, my mother couldn’t find me.
After waiting for a while, my mother finally walked out of the main door of the teaching building. She was wearing black jeans and a blue short-sleeved shirt. She looked very energetic, but her haggard look and pale face showed that she was not in a good state at the moment. She frowned and did not respond to students who greeted her. She looked absent-minded.
Seeing my mother, who usually seems mature and beautiful, looking so haggard, I felt quite distressed, but I still avoided her sight and just watched her from afar in the crowd behind her.
Suddenly, my mother looked back for no apparent reason, and I quickly looked away and walked behind a few people. I was not too worried, because there were so many people and so far away, it was impossible for my mother to see me.
But immediately I heard my mother’s loud cry.
“Adam!”
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