Chapter 18

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the person outside the door was a beggar. He had unkempt hair and a dirty face, his clothes had holes all over them, and he was carrying an equally dirty backpack.

Even the approachable Kayla would not even look at such a person twice on a normal day.

But this person was her son who had been missing for half a year.

“Mom, I’m hungry.”

This sentence made Kayla unable to control herself any longer. She threw herself into the man’s arms and burst into tears.

Yes, this person is me. After being separated for half a year, I finally returned to this home and saw my mother whom I had been missing day and night.

She was still wearing the familiar teacher’s uniform and was still as beautiful as ever, but her face looked a little more haggard.

At this moment, holding my mother’s delicate body in my arms, after confirming that my father was not around, I did not hesitate to knead my mother’s buttocks with one hand and hold my mother’s slender waist with the other hand. I hugged my mother and felt the soft, squirming feeling of her huge breasts pressing against my chest.

“Okay mom, I’m fine.”

While taking advantage of her, I did not forget to comfort my mother. At the moment, my mother was immersed in the joy of her son returning home and had no idea that my lewd hands were ravaging her beautiful buttocks and enjoying her body.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. When Dad heard Mom crying, he hurriedly ran out of the room.

I quickly let go of her hand.

It looked like my mother was just hugging me one-sidedly.

“David?”

My father’s first reaction when he saw me was disbelief, and he asked tentatively.

“Dad, I’m back.”

Even though my father is an old man, his eyes were red and he was trying hard to hold back his tears.

“That’s great, that’s great!”

The father felt that God had a good heart and allowed his son to get home safely. He was so excited that he kept saying “that’s great” several times.

I turned my head and looked at my mother again, and said to her: “Mom, I’m hungry.”

Only then did my mother come to her senses, control her emotions, and smile the most beautifully in half a year.

“Mom will go cook for you.”

Looking at my mother’s tearful smile, I feel very distressed.

It’s not that I feel heartache for my mother, but I feel that my mother is my woman. How can I not feel heartache when my own woman cries so sadly?

Seeing my mother happily going to the kitchen to cook, my father came over and patted me on the shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re back. Go take a shower and change your clothes first, then tell mom and dad about what happened during this period.”

“good.”

I was in a good mood and responded happily.

As for why I dared to go home after raping my mother, I guess there is no need for me to explain more.

The man at school today was me. I have actually been back for 3 days, but I haven’t dared to go home because I’m not sure whether my father knows about this.

Until today, I set up a trap, lured my mother out, and then let her see the note.

The emotional mother gave me the answer I wanted most, which was that I had concealed the fact that she was raped.

This made me decide to go home.