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Chapter 24
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
After crying for a while, my mother broke away from my arms and went to the bathroom to take a shower without saying a word.
Looking at my silent mother, I felt uneasy, not knowing what fate would await me.
Soon, my mother finished her bath and changed her clothes. She walked to the other bed and sat down. She said to me expressionlessly, “Go take a bath first.”
Looking at my mother’s expressionless face, I felt a little scared and finished my bath obediently.
Mom was sitting on the bed absentmindedly. When she saw me coming out, she said calmly,” Adam, let’s talk.”
I pursed my lips and forced a smile: “Okay.”
“Just treat what happened today as a dream and let it pass.” My mother looked at me steadily, a hint of pleading flashed in her calm eyes.
“Mom~” I don’t want to.
“I’m your mother!” Mom suddenly interrupted me in a harsh voice. After a pause, she calmed down and said, “We can’t make the same mistake over and over again.”
The sudden harsh voice startled me, and I felt guilty unconsciously. I lowered my head and stammered, “You promised me.”
My mother ignored me and said calmly, “You should go to live in the school dormitory.”
I looked up suddenly, my face full of shock. Is he so determined?
My mother still had a calm expression: “Didn’t you say you loved me? True love can stand the test. Can’t you even withstand this little test? Then why should I believe you?”
My lips were dry and I was a little speechless. I could also be a scoundrel like before and continue running away from home, but doesn’t this mean that my love cannot stand the test?
After a moment of silence, I could only speak bitterly: “Are you going to break your promise?”
My mother was afraid of pushing me too far, so she was silent for a while before she spoke: “I won’t break my promise to you. But we can’t do what we did today again.”
When I heard my mother’s words, I felt a glimmer of hope: “Then I don’t have to live in the school, right?”
But the mother had obviously made up her mind, and said expressionlessly: “I will do what I promised, and you must prove the love you said you loved me.”
Of course I understand my mother’s idea. She used the test as an excuse to let me live in the school dormitory so as to dilute the incestuous relationship between mother and son. My mother really knows me very well. I really only focus on the things in front of me. If I can’t see my mother for a long time, maybe I will gradually let go of my thoughts about her. To put it nicely, it’s called focusing on the present, to put it bluntly, it’s called scum.
But it’s just living on campus, it doesn’t mean I can’t go home.
“I can live on campus.” I replied hoarsely, and then continued: “But I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you, and I won’t be able to concentrate on my studies.”
Of course, this is bullshit. If I can’t see my mother, my head won’t be full of dirty thoughts, and maybe I can focus more on my studies. But my mother was obviously scared by me, because my performance has always been mediocre, but since she agreed to let me vent, my grades have started to improve by leaps and bounds.
Finally, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her calm face. She frowned and said, “Didn’t I promise you? Can’t you focus more on your studies?”
Phew~ I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom also has things she cares about. I deliberately smiled bitterly and said, “Mom, this is not something I can control.”
Seeing that my mother remained silent, I continued, “How about this, can you take some videos and photos for me every day?”
There was nothing wrong with taking some photos. Mom relaxed her brows and nodded, saying, “Then you have to study hard.”
“Well, as long as I can vent my emotions a little, I will definitely not let my mind wander.” I quietly planted a foreshadowing here. What does it mean to vent?
“It’s settled then. Move your things in tomorrow and go handle the formalities on Monday.” Seeing that it was finalized, Mom breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that my mother’s expression had relaxed, I boldly said, “Then I will be living on campus the day after tomorrow. You must now fulfill your obligations as a girlfriend.”
Mom frowned and glanced at my lower body casually: “Didn’t we just have sex?”
“But I ... still want it.” I said pitifully, “Besides, I’m leaving soon.”
“You’re growing up. Doing it too often is not good for your health. Let’s talk next time.” After a period of reflection, the mother was obviously not as easy to talk to as before.
I sat next to my mother and hugged her, “Mom, you promised me.”
Mom stood up and looked at me coldly, “I was too indulgent to you before. Yes, I promised to be your ... girlfriend...” When she said girlfriend, Mom flashed a trace of unnaturalness, and then continued in a cold voice: “So what, between husband and wife, it is necessary for both parties to be willing. Now I don’t want to, what do you want to do?”
“What can I do? You are my mother. If you say it is a dream, then it is a dream. If you want me to live in the school, I will live in the school. Now you say you don’t want to. What do you want me to do?” I glared at my mother angrily. When my mother’s face was full of anger, she immediately changed her expression and said pitifully and aggrievedly: “Are you never willing to do it?”
My mother was amused by my change of expression. Her original angry expression disappeared in a second and she said unhappily, “You are quite fierce.”
I said awkwardly, “Well, I was a little angry and couldn’t help it.”
“You are angry, but I am not angry yet. Is there any son like you?”
“Of course there are. There are so many such things.” Speaking of this, I became interested.
“Just make it up.” Mom said disdainfully, obviously not believing it.
“Really? There’s a website where a lot of people share real stories like this.” I guess letting my mother know that we are not alone might lower her mental threshold. Who knows? Let’s just give it a try.
“Really?” Mom looked suspicious.
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.” I skillfully opened my phone and entered the ethics section of the community. The homepage was full of mother-son incest. I handed the phone to my mother: “Here, look.”
When my mother took the phone, a series of headlines came into her eyes, such as “I was so horny while massaging my mother that she cried”, “I tried difficult moves with my mother under her crazy attack”, “I seduced my son who was doing his homework and climaxed twice” ... Looking at those shocking headlines, she immediately blushed. Some of the content was sent by my son, and some by my mother. No one could tell whether the content was true or false, but my mother didn’t know. She thought it was all true. She looked at me in amazement and asked, “Are these true?”
“Of course it’s true. Look at their homepage, there are videos of the whole process. This kind of thing is actually very common, but outsiders just don’t know about it.” I said nonchalantly.
My mother suddenly came to her senses and looked at me strangely: “Is it because of watching these that you became like this?”
God, I can’t let the website take the blame, I said righteously: “Of course not, I found this website because I like you. You can’t deny that everyone has an Oedipus complex in their hearts.”
I don’t know if everyone has it, but I do, and so do these comrades, so isn’t that equivalent to everyone having it? Can a mother still ask other people “Do you have an Oedipus complex?” Moreover, Freud said so, so how could it be wrong?