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Chapter 98 I Love Mom (04)

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In this way, I leaned against my mother for a long time, but she spoke again: How can you return to a normal life?

Suddenly, my whole body seemed to be frozen, and I felt stiff and cold all over, and I couldn't breathe. I asked sadly: Mom, what do you... what do you mean?

My mother smiled, sniffed out a sip of alcohol, and said: Your thoughts are too naive, I must stop you from falling into this quagmire. This is my responsibility as a mother.

You looked up at her and asked: What do you want to do?

Mom smiled and replied: I don’t know, but I have to do this, no matter what it is.

My mother smiled so far-fetchedly that even if she was drunk, I could feel the love in it.

After a while, she spoke again: If... I mean, if you can't get married and have children like a normal person, I will choose to leave you and live in a place where you will never find me. What will you do then?

I will go with you.

I said, I will find a place you will never find.

Then I will keep looking for it. At worst, I can be lonely for the rest of my life~ I speak very easily, but I smile ugly.

Mom closed her eyes and snorted, not knowing whether it was ridiculous or anything else, but for just a moment, she seemed to have thought of something, her face suddenly collapsed, she opened her eyes and stared at me sharply, her tone was undeniable: Go out!

My mother's changes were unexpected. I didn't have time to think, and I stared at my mother's suddenly cold face. In a trance, I saw the complex emotions hidden in her indifference.

After a long time, I was defeated first and turned around in disappointment. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a sentence.

Son...Don't leave...

This statement is like thunder in the sun, and like the candlelight in the night.

I didn't doubt whether I heard it wrong. Even though it was so quiet, I suddenly looked back and rushed to my mother's bed and squatted down. Looking at the mist in my mother's intoxicated eyes, I couldn't help calling:

Mother……

My mother looked so drunk that she was unconscious, but for no reason that she felt she was so awake that she had never been able to do before. My mother looked at me and said, "Promise me something."

You said...I promise you everything.My throat was trembling.

Mom shook her head and smiled and said: I need you to swear.

Seeing my mother's appearance so beautifully, I didn't care about anything else. I said with a gesture: I swear, I promise you whatever you want me to do.

Mom shook her head again and asked: What if you can’t do it?

Can't do it?I was stunned for a moment and replied: If I can't do it, I will lose my son and grandson.

This oath is already extremely vicious to a man, but my mother is not satisfied and shook her head, no.

My mother looked at me in surprise and said: If you can’t do it, you will never see me again in your life.

……

Mom, I can't do it.

Looking back on the past, I can accept the vows I made to my mother. Whether it is a slap in the end or a grandson, it doesn’t matter, but I can’t accept this only thing.

Besides, I vaguely felt that what my mother wanted me to promise her was not as simple as getting married and having children.

My rejection did not seem to be beyond my mother's expectations. She remained unchanged and said with fatigue and struggle: Tonight... I can promise you anything...

My heart hopped a little!

My mother obviously had some other words, but she didn't say it. She just lie in front of me like that.

I can promise you anything... The meaning of my mother's words is obvious. My mother will satisfy me... except for one thing, but at this time, what she said already includes this thing.

That's sex.

Happiness comes so quickly that I am caught off guard.

It comes too fast, carrying danger and temptation.

Is this considered mother taking the initiative?It seems yes, but it seems not.

I can no longer think about the meaning of my mother doing this, because I felt the precautions that my mother had taken off. This day was exactly what I wanted.

Mom...I...I...Mom...I can't say a complete sentence anymore, Mom lay down and said: I just hope you can be happy.

I once told my mother that my happiness is her. My mother said at this time that she hoped I could be happy. Does this mean that she has accepted me?

That's it, it must be like this.

Looking at my mother's convex and delicate body, I completely put everything that happened before and just wanted to blend with her soon.

I climbed onto my mother's bed tremblingly. Even though this was not the first time, I was still extremely excited. Whether it was the Saint Peak under my mother's white shirt or the beautiful legs in stockings like sculptures, they were always touching my heartstrings.

Mother……

At this time, any words seemed redundant. I slowly raised my legs and stepped over my mother's thighs, and my legs spread apart and knelt on my mother's hips.

My mother's side face is beautiful, her hair on her temples is a little messy. She closed her eyes and covered her cheeks with the back of her hand, as if she was covering her inner shame.

With a beautiful woman in front of me, I could no longer control my movements. I quickly and gently stretched out my hands, grabbed my mother's skirt, and was about to take it off, but my mother said: Promise me three things.

Previously, my mother told me to promise her one thing, but I chose to refuse, and it turned out from her to three things.

Is this my mother’s purpose?

For some reason, I felt inferior and sad. Everything that my mother did was not based on love, but wanted to make me make an impossible vow.

Mom, she knows me so much. In such a situation, I will not refuse. She is so confident. Mom is born beautiful, and she deserves to be confident. Moreover, in my eyes, her beauty has been magnified by ten thousand times.

However, my mother still underestimated my obsession with her.

Mom, I can't do it.

I know that temptation and danger coexist. At present, I can still choose to be rational. I struggled to withdraw my hand. My mother held it up from the bed and sat cross-sitting with me. Her expression suddenly became excited. You must do it!

I seemed to realize that the direction of fate would eventually be a tragedy. I took my mother in front of me into my arms in fear and said:

Mom, don’t force me, I won’t force you either.

Mom said depressedly: This is my responsibility.

My mother was confused and made me unable to understand her thoughts. I asked softly: Then you can say first, what do I need to promise you?

My mother said in a gentle tone but tough manner: No, you promise me first.