Mom's Moans
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 80
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 80 - "Ah..." At this time, my mother, who was ejaculated inside by me, couldn't help but scream. She had already felt the fierce rush of warm semen deep in her vagina. This scream was full of panic, helplessness, and the climax and comfort of being washed by the warm flow of semen. Mom actually had another climax, a climax from my ejaculation inside her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
The next day, I rode my bike to school and got my report card. I rode my bike back home in a daze and almost collided with a car on the road. When I arrived at the door of my house, I hesitated to go in. The report card was in my pocket. I took it out, my hands were shaking, and I didn’t know how to face my mother. My grades dropped by eight places in the class and twenty-two places in the whole grade. This result was beyond my expectations and it was the biggest drop in my grades. In the past, if I dropped one or two places in the class, my mother would give me a severe political lesson. What about now? Finally, I took a deep breath and returned home, and my mother was making lunch for me. When I came back, my mother didn’t care about anything else. She ran out in an apron with a strong curiosity on her face.
“How are your grades?” Mom said to me anxiously while wiping her hands on her apron. I was holding the report card in my pocket and my palms were sweating.
“Is it because your grades are not very good?” Seeing my hesitation and nervousness, my mother immediately understood something. She took a deep breath, then bent down and looked at me and said with a hint of tenderness in her voice. I nodded silently, but did not speak.
“Let me see the report card...” Mom stretched out her slender white hand and said in a gentle tone, seemingly without any anger or anger. I felt relieved and handed the report card to Mom. Mom took the report card and everything became quiet. I just stood in front of Mom, but I didn’t look up. I looked at Mom’s slippers. Time passed by minute by minute, and the silence was a little scary.
“Son, look up...” After about a minute, I heard my mother take a deep breath and then said softly, I slowly looked up, my eyes slid across my mother’s plump breasts, and then looked at my mother’s face.
“Pa...” Just as I saw my mother’s chin, a white palm came over and hit my cheek. I felt a burning pain on my cheek, and at the same time, stars appeared in my eyes, and my eardrums were buzzing. After my body shook for a while, I sat down on the ground. I covered my cheek with my hands and looked up at my mother in disbelief. At this time, my mother looked at me angrily, her plump breasts rose and fell violently, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes.
“My mother hit me, my mother actually hit me...” I kept repeating this sentence in my heart. I still couldn’t believe it in my heart, but the pain on my face was so real, it hurt, but it was not as painful as my heartache. From childhood to adulthood, my mother has never hit me, and she rarely gave me a cold face. She always treated me gently. Even when my father hit me when I was a child, my mother would protect me and even quarreled with my father for me. Although I was very young at that time, I still remember it clearly now. But the pain on my face let me know that my mother hit me, and it was the first time she hit me.
“Shua...” Mom didn’t say anything, just took a deep breath, and then let go of the report card. The report card slowly slipped from her hand and finally fell in front of me. Mom wiped her eyes, sniffed, and then went to the kitchen to turn off the burning stove. Then she returned to her bedroom and closed the door. Everything was quiet, and I was still sitting on the cold floor tiles at the door. After a while, I heard Mom sobbing slightly. She was crying in the bedroom.
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