My Superpower Keeps My Mom Young
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 22
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22 - The regularity of my mother's menstruation is not because the magical anti-aging injection has taken effect, but because I have created 128 young follicles in each of her ovaries, which is equivalent to pushing her childbearing age back 20 years. Women all know that once menopause occurs, the hormones in the body will drop drastically, and no matter how much maintenance is done, it will be useless.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
Today is a holiday, and my mother and I went to the old street for a visit. After we got tired of walking around, we sat by the small bridge to have a rest.
Mom had a lot of fun today. The smile on her aging face made me feel like being cut by a knife.
I failed. After using up the two THKs, I didn’t achieve any results. It turns out that the trinity of the three-in-one method is indispensable. Without Addison, I can’t connect with my mother’s soul at all, let alone my ideas.
The third step of my plan was bankruptcy.
“Son, why have you been so depressed recently? Is something bothering you?” A son’s thoughts can never escape his mother’s eyes. Obviously, my mother has noticed my inner frustration.
“It’s okay. I just encountered some troubles at school.” I made up a decent excuse.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it, I’ll make you something delicious when I get home.” I pretended to be happy and chatted with my mother as she comforted me. However, when I saw those young men and women on the old street having fun together, I felt very lost.
“Let’s just leave it at that. I’ll spend the rest of my life with my mother. If she really wants me to get married and start a family, then I’ll let her wish come true...” I gave up.
About a week later, after my mother and I had dinner and took a walk, she hinted to me that she wanted it.
I lay in bed, quietly waiting for my mother to come into the room.
Unconsciously, my mother and I have lived together in this small bedroom for nearly four years. We sleep, make love, and dream together on this small bed. The deep family affection between my mother and I has long been integrated into the love between men and women.
But the days like this are coming to an end soon, and I am powerless to change them, nor can I keep them...
Just as I was lost in thought, my mother knocked on the door and walked into the room.
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