My Superpower Keeps My Mom Young
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Caressing my newly adjusted penis, I felt a burning desire. After spending a lot of effort, I finally adjusted my reproductive organs to a vigorous state. However, this also brought me trouble, that is, the desire was strong but there was no place to vent.
Now I can only solve it with my hands. I lie on the bed and stroke my erect cock. Only after the torrent of ejaculation do I calm down again.
“It’s really annoying.”
I didn’t enjoy the release just now at all. I’ve long been tired of the taste of sex. I’m doing this now just to make me my mother’s man, so that we can be together forever.
No matter where in the world, mother-son intercourse is called incest. Moreover, my mother is a woman with traditional thinking. I know that the most important person to accomplish this matter is no longer me, but my mother herself.
My mother had to break through the shackles of her own thinking, and I could only guide her. To be honest, I had no idea whether she would succeed in the end or whether it would cause irreversible consequences.
Of course, the physiological suggestion still needs to continue, and as the weather gradually gets warmer, I started sleeping naked.
During the summer vacation of my second year in high school, the weather was slightly scorching, and a break in the evening rain made this small inland city particularly hot and humid.
At night, I lay on my bed, naked, meditating.
I left the windows and door open so that a cool breeze could blow into the room and also so that my mother could come into my room in the middle of the night.
The air in the small town in the late night seemed a little thin. My mother walked into my room quietly, closed the small window for me, and covered me with a thin blanket.