My Superpower Keeps My Mom Young
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
In the blink of an eye, I entered the second year of high school. The learning atmosphere of the whole class began to become tense. Although my grades had been very stable, the teacher still asked me to go further. After all, in his opinion, my extracurricular interests really wasted too much time. Today I read “Atlas of Rare Animals in the World” and tomorrow I read “Arctic Expedition”. He thought I should devote myself to study.
But I am studying, I have never known this knowledge. Oh, she is talking about the college entrance examination, the college entrance examination, I don’t care about it at all. Even if I don’t have a degree, I can live more easily than most people.
Seeing that her persuasion was ineffective, the teacher called my mother.
When I got home that day, my mother cooked a table of my favorite dishes as usual. After dinner, my mother and I went for a walk along the river in the town.
It is called a river, but in fact it is just a stream. There are many meadows beside the stream. In summer, many people go to play on the meadows. But now it is autumn, and the meadows have dried up. Fortunately, the weather is not too cold, and the wild chrysanthemums are blooming vigorously.
My mother and I walked hand in hand along the river, telling each other interesting stories in our lives. Over the past year, the relationship between my mother and I has become better and better. Now I really regard myself as her son, enjoying her somewhat stubborn maternal love.
“Son, your teacher talked to me.”
When I heard what my mother said, I knew what she wanted to say.
My mother and I walked along the way, listening to her racking her brains to use her limited knowledge to tell me every little bit of profound truth.
Seeing that I seemed a little indifferent, my mother continued to organize words and tried to persuade me.
I smiled inwardly, because I knew that if I didn’t agree, she would continue to persuade me in her own unique way. She wouldn’t threaten or pressure me to give in, but would continue slowly until I couldn’t stand her slow and steady efforts any more.
I always thought that my mother’s character was another kind of stubbornness and stubbornness, but today, I suddenly felt that she was so cute. If we lived in Europe, I would definitely not be able to help but kiss her.
But I still held back. My mother is a traditional woman and I was afraid of causing her unnecessary confusion.
Seeing that my mother was going to continue to test my temper, I smiled, turned around and hugged her shoulders.
“Mom, I will get into a good school. I promise!”
Then, my grades improved rapidly. In fact, it was really simple. Although the test is not equal to the application of knowledge, I am not a child after all, nor an ordinary person. I am an extraordinary person.