My Superpower Keeps My Mom Young
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
After my father’s accident, my mother was busy dealing with the aftermath. After more than half a year, the verdict was finally handed down, and the party responsible for the accident and the insurance company paid a lot of money. Suddenly getting so much money, this woman who always thought about making money seemed a little confused.
It was a school holiday that day, and I took a one-hour bus ride from the city back to town. After getting off the bus, my mother did not wait for me at the station as usual.
Ever since she lost her husband, I have become her only hope. Every time she goes home on vacation, she would wait for me at the station. I know that she has a natural fear of riding in a train. This is an unreasonable fear, but as someone who has experienced it, I can understand it very well.
The station was less than 5 minutes away from my home. I trotted home, opened the door, and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen.
“Son, there are strawberries on the table.”
I put down my schoolbag, picked up the strawberries on the table and started eating. Looking at her busy in the kitchen, I picked up a few strawberries and walked over.
“Mom, you have one too.”
I handed her the strawberry, but she smiled and shook her head.
“Eat, mom is cooking.”
I passed the strawberry to her mouth again and said to her, “Eat one!”
She smiled and said, “Mom doesn’t like strawberries!”
I felt a little sad, but mostly confused.
I wonder why I have the mentality of a teenager.
“Shouldn’t I? I was a teenager once ... wasn’t I?” I couldn’t help but get wet in my eyes. Just a moment ago, my spirit seemed to go back to my boyhood, in that dark little house, in the freezing cold, my mother and I sat around the stove and shared a piece of black bread.
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