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Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 41
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 41 - 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
When Laura woke up, none of the three mentioned what happened just now. After a few words, Laura couldn’t help but suggest that it was time to go home. I guess she felt a little embarrassed. Oh, she was very bold when she teased me. I thought this little witch was not afraid of anything.
I didn’t stay long, said goodbye to the two sisters, and walked around the mall alone for a while. The reason was, of course, that I wanted to give my mother a little gift. Since I knew that my mother was a little jealous, I naturally had to appease her.
After shopping for a long time, I saw a crystal necklace. The price was a bit expensive for me. But looking at the star-like necklace, I gritted my teeth and spent almost all my savings to buy it. Speaking of which, I haven’t given Fiona, my real girlfriend, any gift yet, ~~ Forget it, let’s talk about it later.
I put the necklace in a gift box, bought a rose and pinned it on the gift box, then I slowly went home.
It was almost six o’clock when I got home. I opened the door and saw my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV. She didn’t show any intention of cooking.
“Mom, I’m back.” I greeted her with a warm smile, looking at my mother’s clothes unscrupulously.
Mom had changed out of her morning home clothes and was wearing a black fitted dress. The long dress tightly wrapped around her body, her chest was bulging, but it was gathered at the waist. Such a plump figure was not something that a little girl like Fiona could have, and I was very excited. Especially when one of her legs lifted the slit of the skirt, revealing a leg in flesh-colored stockings, I was even more excited.
When my mother heard my greeting, she turned around and looked at me, but said nothing.
I took off my shoes and approached her flatteringly: “Mom, I’m hungry, what are we having for dinner tonight?”
“It’s up to you. I’ve already eaten.” Mom looked at TV without turning her head.
“Have you eaten?” I asked in surprise.
Why are you arguing with me? When is it time for dinner at home before six o’clock?
“Aren’t you out playing with your girlfriend? Who knows when you will be home?” said the mother calmly.
“What should I do now?” Where my mother couldn’t see, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.
“You can order takeout yourself.”
Seeing my mother’s lukewarm look, I felt a little funny. How could my mother, who is nearly 40 years old, act like a little girl when she gets jealous?
“But I want to eat the food you cook. It’s a rare opportunity for me to go home, so don’t I even try a bite of home-cooked food?” I pretended to be pitiful.
My mother gave me a disdainful look and said, “If you want to eat it, I’ll make it for you. You’re so proud of yourself.”
“Shouldn’t a mother cook for her son?” I asked in surprise.
“Why? Do I owe you anything?” Mom frowned and glared at me.
“Why...” I frowned and thought, then looked at her and asked tentatively, “You’ve raised me for so many years, you should at least raise me for two more years. If I starve to death, wouldn’t it be a waste of your raising this son?”
The mother twitched her lips and said unhappily, “Don’t talk nonsense to me. Order takeout yourself. I’m too lazy to cook.”
I chuckled, and seeing that my mother was in a slightly better mood, I stopped nagging her and said, “Even though you treat me badly, I still want to honor you.”
As I said that, I took out the gift box with a rose from my back and handed it to my mother: “Mom, happy Chinese Valentine’s Day.”
Mom looked at the gift box in front of her, her face full of surprise: “What Chinese Valentine’s Day? It’s only May in the lunar calendar. What’s wrong with you?”
I scratched my head: “Then~~~Happy Mother’s Day?”
~~It’s been almost a month since Mother’s Day.
Mom was both angry and amused: “What the hell are you doing?”
“This is a gift for you. It doesn’t matter what festival it is. What matters is that I hope you are happy.” I smiled and met my mother’s clear eyes.
The mother smiled slightly, took the box, looked at the roses on it, and asked, “What is it?”
“You’ll know if you open it and take a look.”
Mom took the rose and held it in her hand. She untied the gift box ribbon, opened the box, and saw the sparkling crystal necklace inside. A trace of joy flashed across her face, but she was also a little surprised: “This brand is quite expensive, isn’t it? Where did you get the money?”
I said with a bitter face: “Anyway, my little treasury has been drained. If you don’t like it, I will fight you.”
My mother has quite a lot of jewelry, some of which are worth tens of thousands of dollars. This one I bought is not expensive, but it is indeed the only money I have.
My mother glanced at me with a smile and picked up the necklace: “Why give it to me instead of your girlfriend? Your mother is old.” Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and stared at me suspiciously: “Or was it originally intended for your girlfriend?”
Without waiting for me to speak, he continued with a look of sudden realization: “I was wondering, why did you suddenly...”
I interrupted quickly: “What are you talking about? Why would I give it to her? I don’t like her. Besides, do you think this is something a little girl would wear?”
Hearing this, my mother seemed to be relieved, and the corners of her mouth curled up to smile again, but she pretended to be disdainful and said: “You don’t like me? Ha, you don’t like me, but you still go out to play with me?”
I was delighted when I heard that, but I said helplessly, “Didn’t I say I’d look everywhere? Didn’t you agree? I like you, but you won’t marry me. What can I do?”
My mother blushed slightly and said in feigned anger, “What nonsense are you talking about.”
I deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: “No, you are not saying anything nonsense. Are you willing to marry me?”
“I think you’re itching for trouble, right?” Mom scolded with a smile.
Except in bed, my mother and I have never flirted like this before. I was very excited. Seeing my mother pretending to be angry, I smiled and took the crystal necklace and said, “Let me put it on you.”
After being jealous for a whole day, she suddenly received a gift. Her mood was fluctuating and she was obviously more relaxed. She didn’t refuse it. She turned around with a faint smile, lifted her hair with her back to me, revealing her fair and slender neck.
After tying the necklace carefully, I tentatively kissed my mother’s white neck and took a deep breath in her hair. Seeing that my mother did not refuse, I smiled proudly.
They say you can’t touch me actively, isn’t that breaking the rules?
My mother didn’t object to my behavior. She just looked at me with her moist eyes and asked, “Does it look good?”
The dazzling necklace pendant looks exceptionally bright on the black slim dress. It is hard to say whether the person is enhanced by the object or the object is enhanced by the person.
“The necklace is already very beautiful, and it shines even more on you, but unfortunately...” I shook my head.
“What a pity?” Mom frowned.
“It’s a pity that such a beautiful necklace seems a little overshadowed by your beauty.” No matter what the truth is, just find ways to praise her.
Mom raised her eyebrows and chuckled: “Slippery tongue.”
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