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Chapter 29
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
While packing up, my father couldn’t help but laugh and said, “How come you suddenly got it right? Your previous results made me wonder if you got it for free when you recharged your phone bill.”
“I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because I’m in a good mood. Isn’t it said that boys who love to laugh won’t have bad grades?” I joked calmly.
“You’re in a good mood. Is it because you’re in love?” Dad gave a meaningful smile.
“I don’t think so. I plan to divide it tomorrow and concentrate on my studies.” I glanced at my mother casually.
My mother was folding clothes. When she heard me, she turned her head and looked at me with a complicated expression. When she met my gaze, she hurriedly turned her head away and only said, “It’s a good thing to concentrate on studying.”
“There’s no need to be so nervous. Your academic performance improves when you’re in love, which shows it does have a positive effect. Don’t talk about breaking up or not. Your mom and I are not old-fashioned, right, kid?” Dad was tidying up the sheets and didn’t notice our little move. He laughed and didn’t take it seriously. Based on his experience as a man, he didn’t believe that I would break up honestly.
Things started to become confusing. In the father’s view, the improvement in grades was because his son was in love; in the mother’s view, the improvement in grades was because she helped her son deal with his sexual desire; only I knew that the improvement in grades was because I wanted to improve.
Hearing this, my mother had nothing to say. She put away the clothes in her hands, then turned around, met my father’s gaze with a smile and said, “Yes, as long as it doesn’t affect your studies, we still support you.”
“Really?” I tilted my head and looked at them, looking unconvinced.
“Hey~ You kid, are you trying to fool us?” Dad scolded with a smile.
But my mother obviously knew that I was asking her, but she couldn’t get angry. Her smiling eyes flashed with a hint of anger. She stared at me calmly, then said, “No matter what, studying is the most important thing. If your grades drop, I’ll show you how I’ll deal with you.”
“How are you going to deal with me?” I looked at my mother curiously, my eyes full of innocence and innocence. Deal with me? Deal with me on the bed?
Hearing my joke, my mother raised her eyebrows, her eyes exuded a coldness, and she didn’t say anything, just looked at me quietly, with a sense of majesty without being angry.
This fixed gaze made me feel cold in my heart, and I recalled the fear of being dominated by my mother. Uh~ I seem to have gotten a little carried away these past two days.
Since I came back from running away from home, I took advantage of my mother’s anxiety and confusion and tried to win her over step by step, so that the prestige she had accumulated over the past decade had quietly dissipated in my heart without her noticing. But now, my mother has obviously come to her senses and started to take the relationship between mother and son seriously again.
Facing my mother’s cold gaze, I lowered my head and continued to pack, mumbling nothing. After a moment of silence, my father sensed that the atmosphere was not right and said, “Your mother is right. Studying is the most important thing. Don’t be complacent just because you did well in the exam this time. If you want to be happy, wait until after the final exam. If you are admitted to that sprint class, even if you want the moon in the sky, your father will pick it for you.”
I didn’t dare to look too happy, so I just looked up and asked, “Really?”
“Of course.” Dad smiled and looked at Mom again: “Don’t be angry. It’s normal for your son to be happy because he did well in the exam.”
My mother gave me a mild warning and didn’t pursue the matter any further. She glared at me and said, “Why should I be angry? Pack up quickly. The sooner you send it away, the less worry you will have.”
Dad smiled and continued to chat with me. It was obvious that my results made him very happy and his interest did not diminish at all.
Soon the family packed up and drove to the school. Since we had already informed the class teacher in advance, it was easy to complete the formalities and move our belongings into the dormitory. The dormitory was for eight people, but it was not full. Including me, there were six of us in total. As for the conditions, we could only make do. But at least I lived with people from my class.
On Sunday afternoon, there was no one in the dormitory. I made a phone call and chatted with Cameron for a while, asked him which bed he lived in, and then my dad and I moved the things to the bunk above him and made the bed. That was almost the end of the tidying up.
When we left the dormitory, my mother was waiting for us under the shade of a tree. The swaying shadows of the tree and the breeze hit her body. Time passed by, and the wind was flowing all over the ground. It was very beautiful in the quiet campus.
Seeing us sweating, mom frowned and asked, “Why, is it hot in the dormitory?”
“It’s okay, there’s just no air conditioning.” I said indifferently.
Dad also frowned and said, “Do you have to live on campus? Aren’t your grades improving? Can you get used to living in such a hot day without air conditioning?”
I glanced at my frowning mother, then smiled and comforted her, “Others can get used to living here, but why can’t I? Is your son so spoiled?”
Dad was also relieved after hearing this: “That’s right. I lived in the school dormitory when I was young. The environment was much worse back then. Let alone air conditioning, there was only one fan. Only those who endure hardships can become successful.”
But my mother still frowned and said anxiously, “Isn’t there a better dormitory? It’s so hot, what if you get sick from the heat?”
I was happy. It seemed that my mother still cared about me. I wanted to test whether I could get her to change her mind and stop living on campus. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. Isn’t this a good time to use the self-torture strategy? Besides, my mother was so wary of me now. Keeping a little distance from me might be a good thing.
So I smiled and said, “How can there be a better dormitory? They are all the same. Your son is in such good health, how can he be easily damaged by the heat? If God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his mind suffer, his muscles and bones work hard, and his body hungry. It’s just that the weather is a little hotter, the environment is a little noisy, the food is a little nasty, and the conditions are a little worse. What does it matter?”
When my mother heard this, she was indeed very worried. She had only thought of keeping a distance from me before, but she didn’t expect the living environment on campus to be so bad. She looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated, and seemed very conflicted.
My father obviously saw it too. He smiled and said, “Why, you were the one who said that the sooner you send him away, the less worries you will have. Now you can’t bear to let him go?” Then he looked at me and said, “Don’t be pitiful here. You are a real man. It’s nothing to suffer a little.”
“I am telling the truth, not trying to gain sympathy. And I didn’t say I can’t endure hardship. I am a real man and I stick to my word. I will live on campus if I say so.” I answered with a smile.
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