My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter 31

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Author: biohazrd
March 30, 2017
Published: First Publication: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is 【心慯悔悔】
Chapter 31: High Energy on the Way
My mother suddenly uttered such an ambiguous sentence, leaving me completely bewildered. In the end, she
never explained why, and several days passed like this.
My physical condition is generally good, and after a few days, I was almost fine. On a deeper level,
the reason my cold was so severe was largely due to the
trauma I suffered from witnessing my mother and father having sex.
However, after that one time when my mother gave me oral sex in a daze, I became increasingly unable to understand her.
She seemed very close, but whenever I approached, she seemed like an elusive cloud in the sky. I thought that after my
illness, since she was willing to give me oral sex, this would be an opportunity for her to take things further with me.
But when I tried to get close to her, she would brush me away with a cold look. She wouldn't even
let me touch her breasts anymore.
Sometimes I really can't figure out which one is the real mother. Is it the mother who takes such good care of me when I'm sick, the gentle and
tender mother who's willing to give me oral sex, lick my sensitive spots, and then tolerate me giving her oral sex until I ejaculate,
allowing the semen to splatter everywhere and drip onto her breasts in a lewd way? Or is it the mother who's strict with me,
known as the "Extinction Demoness" at school, the indelible shadow in the hearts of countless students at No. 1 Middle School, bringing them
endless nightmares?
Originally, I thought that after the fight the next day, being scolded by my mother would be fine. I could then be nice to my mother again,
acting cute and playful with her like before, taking advantage of her. But the reality wasn't as wonderful as I imagined
—
that day, after school as usual, I went to my mother's office. My mother glanced at me indifferently and then lowered her head
to continue working. Seeing this, I assumed my mother was angry about what I had done to her that night. I went up to her and
said sincerely, "Mom, did I do something wrong? Is it because of what I did to you that night?"
My mother didn't speak.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean it. That night I was sick, I don't know what was wrong with me.
I was in a daze, thinking I was dreaming, I..." I didn't know how to explain anymore. No matter how I explained,
it wouldn't change the fact that I had done something wrong to my mother.
My mother didn't even look at me, and said expressionlessly, "Go back first. I might be back very late tonight.
Figure out your own dinner.
" "Mom..."
"Go back," my mother uttered two words calmly, but they were full of unyielding authority.
I wanted to say something more, but seeing my mother's resolute tone, I could only pick up my schoolbag, give
my mother, who was working, one last deep look, and leave. The moment I closed the office door, Mom
slumped back in her chair as if deflated , her eyes glazed over as she watched me leave, a deep,
unspoken understanding in her large, watery eyes.
Mom was in turmoil; she didn't know how to explain her feelings to me. Actually, that morning
, before I woke up, Dad came home, and Mom had a huge fight with him, demanding to know where he'd been, asking
if his son's affairs were less important than other things. Dad was speechless, his face clouded with anger
, and he remained silent in the face of Mom's questions. But this time, Mom was truly furious. My situation
triggered her maternal instincts, and she started talking about their wedding, calling Dad
a good-for-nothing and asking how she could have been so blind to marry him.
This touched a nerve with Dad; he, who had never fought back against Mom's scolding at home, was now
enraged for the first time. All the resentment that had been building up over the years suddenly erupted, leading to a huge argument with my mother
. My father, clearly in a bad mood that day, was provoked by my mother's outburst and blurted out, "If you're so unhappy about marrying me,
you can still get a divorce now." He then slammed the door and stormed out, leaving my mother with red eyes, not crying or making
a scene, but the desolation in her eyes was impossible to hide. My mother wanted to cry her heart out, but when she returned to her room
and saw me still fast asleep, for some reason, the sorrow in her heart suddenly lessened. Originally, my mother still felt that
performing oral sex on me was a betrayal of my father, a betrayal of her inner convictions, as a wife's duty
. But when she heard me repeatedly say, "Mom, I will always love you, I will be a good girl,
I will study hard for you, I won't let you down, Mom, don't leave me," she discovered that deep within her heart,
there was still a pure place where she could find solace and comfort. Unconsciously, Mom lay down on top of me.
The image of Dad in her heart gradually faded, and that sense of guilt slowly…slowly…became very…blurred
…
Thinking of what I had done to her last night, Mom pinched my cheek lightly, but
not hard; she knew I was sick and needed rest. Then, after a quick tidying up, Mom went out to buy groceries and cook porridge for me
. To avoid arousing my suspicion, she pretended nothing had happened. At the same time, what had happened last night made Mom
incredibly ashamed. To think that she, a mother, had actually licked her own son's genitals and shamelessly
swallowed his ejaculated semen—even a promiscuous mother with
a shred of shame couldn't accept this. After all, this wasn't just anyone, but her own son, the son she had carried for ten months
. Not to mention a mother who valued morality above all else and was incredibly conservative—how could this scene not
make her feel ashamed?
What also caught Mom off guard was my words. It would be a lie to say Mom wasn't affected. Having just suffered
the blow of Dad saying he wanted a divorce, even someone as strong as Mom was finding it hard to accept.
In over ten years of marriage, even after we became lovers and had an intimate encounter, Mom had always remained a dutiful
wife. Even now, despite her utter disappointment in Dad, she hadn't
mentioned the word "divorce." She never expected Dad to say it. In that instant, Mom felt incredibly sad.
The seemingly fragile bond between husband and wife, so painstakingly maintained, turned out to be so fragile.
My mother's choice to marry my father, an ordinary man with no great ambitions, wasn't based on
love. Marriages in those days were rarely based on love; they were mostly about compatibility
. Given my mother's aloof personality, finding a man who could tolerate her temper was difficult. Not everyone
was as mild-mannered as my father, enduring my mother's beatings and scoldings without complaint. After many introductions, she finally found
my father in the vast sea of people. My mother's high school grades weren't ideal at the time, and seeing my father as honest, reliable, and steady, she agreed to
my grandparents' request to drop out of school and marry him. That's how I came to be; my mother was only nineteen that year. At that time, our
town was almost like a rural area, with a strong preference for sons. Girls from ordinary families who couldn't
continue their education would marry as soon as possible, so my mother's situation was not uncommon. Unexpectedly, while
pregnant with me, my mother, having nothing else to do, began studying. At her insistence, she returned to school and surprisingly,
she was admitted to the best key normal university in our province. My mother, with her strong-willed nature, naturally wouldn't
give up such a good opportunity. A month before school started, she had just finished her postpartum confinement period, and my father, unable to dissuade her, had to let her go to
university. Soon after graduation, she was assigned to teach at the city's No. 1 Middle School, where she is now the principal. This is why
I was sent to live with my grandfather when I was only a few years old, leading to the story that followed. It's also why my mother
was stricter with me than children from other families. She always felt guilty towards me and therefore hoped I would succeed, not
like my father, who was mediocre. As for why my mother followed the trend and became interested in education,
I won't go into detail here.
My mother has asked herself many times what she was persisting in. She knows very well and accepts it:
she truly loves her son. That sweet feeling of love makes her unable to resist, as if she has returned to her
teenage years. For a fleeting moment, after being hurt by my father's words and hearing my heartfelt
honesty, my mother genuinely had the urge to simply agree to my terms. But the thought of her being
naked and pinned down by me, that incredibly thick thing
inside her—would we still be mother and son then? Could she still call herself a mother? It was as
if an abyss lay before her, preventing her from moving forward. Layers of concerns and the shackles of morality
bound her like chains, preventing her from fully letting go of her love for me.
"Xiaofeng, I'm sorry, please give me some more time," my mother said, her gaze lingering on the
spot where I had just spoken to her.
The office was filled with endless sighs…
Ever since that day when Dad stormed out after arguing with Mom, they had been in a cold war, rarely appearing
at home. Even when they were on screen together, they barely spoke a word to each other. Fortunately, they both
tacitly avoided mentioning divorce. Dad's pent-up resentment had finally erupted, and
it wouldn't be easily quelled. Mom, however, was utterly disappointed in him. As a traditional woman
, she naturally hoped her husband would succeed, but after all these years of marriage, Dad
had been a complete failure, mediocre at everything. He'd been a long-distance truck driver for decades, essentially
working for someone else. Mom was furious at his lack of ambition and had long harbored resentment. They had countless small arguments, both openly and secretly
, but I remained unaware of them. This time, it concerned my life. My father, as
the pillar of the family, is usually away from home, though it's often far away. But this time, he was home,
and he completely ignored his own son, only returning the next day after saying he had something to do.
Can my mother, a woman, even imagine the immense hurt this caused? The night I was sick, my mother gave me oral sex, without any
intention of revenge against my father.
As for me, I sensed something unusual, somewhere between my parents. When they argued
, I was half asleep in my room, completely unaware of what was happening outside, so I only felt the
strange atmosphere. My father was fine; even when he wasn't driving, he wasn't home much, usually either out playing
cards or mahjong. I was used to his frequent absences. But my mother was strange.
She didn't seem angry with my father, and her anger towards me seemed too mild. I'm not like my father; when he angers
my mother, he has the same immunity. When I anger her, I get a scolding or a lecture. However, this time, Mom
was acting very strangely. When I went to her office to apologize, she didn't hit or scold me, and her tone was neither harsh nor
angry. Although she exuded a cold aura that made her unapproachable, wasn't she always like this?
That evening, as Mom had said, she came home very late. I had already finished my homework and was in my room preparing
to sleep when I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening shortly after Mom's return.
Dad was home.
I couldn't hear clearly what Dad and Mom were saying from my room, but I pressed my ear against the door
and knew they had gone to their bedroom. To find out what had happened between them, I
quietly left my room and went to their bedroom door. The door was closed, so I had to put my ear close to
the wall to listen.
I heard Mom say, "Weren't you so arrogant about wanting a divorce? Why did you come back?"
"That was just something I said in anger, Shuxian, please forgive me this once," Dad said. Clearly, he had come back intending to
put aside his already little pride and apologize to Mom.
"Just a momentary outburst? I don't think so. It sounds more like he's been holding a grudge against me for a long time."
"How could I possibly complain about my wife? She's so beautiful, the principal of the city's top high school, and
so capable. You couldn't find a wife like that even with a lantern. I cherish her enough; how could I dare complain?"
I overheard my father's words from outside the door, and goosebumps rose on my skin. I never imagined my father had such a disgusting
side. It seems I've been deceived by his honest appearance. However, there was one piece of information in their conversation that bothered me
: my parents were getting a divorce? I was utterly shocked. To be honest, if my parents...
After the divorce, I no longer have to helplessly watch my mother and father make love, silently enduring the bitterness in my heart.
This way, my mother can belong to me alone, and my chances of getting her will be much greater.
But on the other hand, I don't want to lose my father. No matter what, he's still my father. So many
years of father-son affection can't just disappear like that. In those incest stories, every protagonist
treats their father like an enemy in order to get their mother—I really can't stand that.
I remember how good my father was to me when I was little. Many times when my mother was about to scold me, my father would help stop her.
My father's shoulder was the broadest and safest place I felt. I've never hated my father; I'm just
jealous that he can have my mother completely and enjoy her body. But jealousy is one thing, and father-son affection
is another, leaving me caught in a whirlpool of conflict.
"I know it was wrong of me to abandon you and Xiaofeng, but I know I was wrong. From now on,
I'll be there whenever you call, no matter how far away I am, I promise."
"Xiaofeng? You dare mention Xiaofeng? What right do you have to mention Xiaofeng? If anything really happens to Xiaofeng this time,
I'll take you down with me, you believe me?!" When she mentioned me, Mom was like a lioness protecting her injured cub, her face suddenly turning red with anger, 　　and she roared at Dad
with burning fury . 　　"It's my fault, I'm sorry Shuxian. I didn't know Xiaofeng would be so sick this time. You know, 　　Xiaofeng's colds are usually just minor and she'll be fine after a good night's sleep. This time, I thought it was just a minor cold 　　, so I..." 　　"So what? So you didn't even come back to see her? Do you know how I got the unconscious Xiaofeng 　　to the hospital? I even pulled a muscle, do you know that? You don't know, you have no idea. All you 　　know is your so-called important thing, playing cards and mahjong, right? Tomorrow I'll buy 　　you a hundred decks, and you can die with them!" 　　"I..." The father was speechless, unable to say anything for a moment. The apology he had prepared 　　was completely useless at this moment. 　　"Get out! I don't want to see you. You didn't want to come back, so don't ever come back again!" 　　Suddenly, the father knelt in front of the mother, causing her expression to freeze slightly, a 　　strange light flashing in her pupils. "Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you did this." 　　The father didn't speak, just remained kneeling silently. 　　Seeing this, Mom said, "You're not leaving, are you? Fine, I'm leaving." She then gave a cold "humph" and walked 　　out of the room. Dad didn't stop her or object; he remained kneeling silently as she left. 　　Outside the door, I overheard their conversation. The still water in my heart seemed to be stirred by a huge rock 　　, creating ripples. So, Mom… had argued with Dad because of me. It was Mom who took me to the hospital. Suddenly 　　, images flashed through my mind: Mom carrying me on her back, a frail woman carrying 　　my tall frame, step by step downstairs to the hospital and back. The hardship she endured was unimaginable. My eyes 　　welled up with tears. Finally, when I heard Mom say she had a muscle strain, I felt a surge of shame. 　　That night I was sick, I had actually asked Mom, who was in excruciating pain from the muscle strain, to give me oral sex and masturbate. No wonder 　　she started with one hand and kept switching between them. I thought she was tired; 　　it turned out she was enduring the pain to do it for me. Am I even human...? I'm worse than a pig or a dog... 　　I kept cursing myself inwardly, filled with remorse. No wonder Mom reacted so strongly the next day; I 　　felt like even killing me wouldn't be an exaggeration. 　　As I continued to berate myself, my keen hearing suddenly alerted me that Mom was coming towards me. 　　To avoid being discovered, I quickly wiped away my tears, sniffled, and gently wiped 　　my nose before running back to my room. 　　I had barely returned when Mom followed me in. Seeing her startled me; I 　　hadn't paid attention to the conversation between Dad and Mom earlier because I was so focused on Mom's muscle strain. Seeing 　　Mom come in, I assumed she had discovered my eavesdropping and was coming to confront me. Forgetting 　　the tears in my eyes, I hurriedly sat up, staring blankly at Mom. 　　Mom didn't say anything, just sat down on the edge of my bed. "Move over a bit." 　　"Huh?" My confusion deepened, a hint of bewilderment appearing on my face. 　　"I'm sleeping here tonight." 　　"Huh? Mom, what do you mean?" 　　"Literally, I'm sleeping here tonight," Mom said expressionlessly, as if stating 　　something perfectly natural, leaving no room for refusal. 　　"Mom, you're sleeping here with me?" I stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it was true. "Then where will I sleep?" 　　Mom glanced at me. "Whatever you want. You can sleep with me if you want, or find any 　　corner you like if you don't." 　　"Yes, of course I want to! Sleeping with Mom is my dream come true, how could I not want to?" Hearing 　　Mom's words, I nodded quickly. Although I didn't know why Mom would suddenly come and share a bed with me, 　　how could I miss such a once-in-a-lifetime "good thing"? 　　"Then stop talking nonsense and get in there." 　　Mom was clearly a bit short-tempered at the moment, and it wasn't hard to imagine that it was related to arguing with Dad. It seemed that Mom 　　was really angry with Dad this time. Although Mom and Dad often had disagreements before, it had never come to 　　the point of sleeping in separate rooms. 　　Seeing this, I dared not utter a sound, silently making the bed. Turning around, I noticed that Mom was "different" today . 　　Usually, Mom's pajamas were the old-fashioned kind made of cozy fabric, not only unsexy but also 　　concealing her good figure. Today, Mom wore a beige silk nightgown. While not as alluring as a nightgown, it was still 　　a nightgown, but the smooth silk was adorned with delicate lace and floral embellishments, some on the chest and hips, 　　subtly revealing her fair skin beneath, and occasionally showing faint, alluring traces of black 　　. Combined with the fact that Mom had just finished showering, her hair wasn't completely dry, and a few damp patches clung to it.

A soft glow slowly settled on my mother's beautiful face.
Her breasts, full and high, accentuated her proud figure. Her silk nightgown,
while not as provocatively sexy as a nightgown, exuded the allure of a mature woman. In my eyes, my mother in this silk nightgown
was more captivating than any nightgown. The smooth texture of the silk was elegant and sophisticated,
offering men not only visual pleasure but also a warm and sensual experience.
If I had to sum her up in two words, it would be "lady of high society," making men willingly fall at her feet, captivated by her mature and alluring
charm.
"Mom, the bed is made,"
I said, my voice trembling. The thought of sleeping in the arms of this beautiful lady
filled my heart with uncontrollable excitement.
After the lights were turned off, the room was pitch black, and darkness can expose one's primal desires. The faint scent of my mother's body filled
me with excitement in the cramped single bed, making sleep impossible
. This was a real chance to sleep together under the same covers! I never imagined my long-cherished wish would come true under these circumstances
.
Just as I was about to make a move, my mother's icy voice seemed to come from the abyss, "Keep your hands
to yourself. If you can't, get out!" The sharp, menacing tone instantly made my outstretched
hand, which was about to do something "important," recoil with a "clang."
I swallowed hard; it seemed my mother was in a bad mood and I couldn't afford to mess with her. But giving up like this
was unacceptable; such opportunities were rare.
"Mom, did you and Dad have a fight?" I deliberately changed the subject after a while.
But my mother didn't answer. From the moment she lay down, she had been lying on her side with her back to me, and I couldn't fathom
what she was thinking. Was she sad, or something else?
I pretended to be confused and continued, "It's because of me,
isn't it? Mom, you rarely get this angry with Dad. Did I do something wrong again...?" My voice sounded very sad. I knew Mom was actually a
warm-hearted person on the inside, and the colder she appeared on the outside, the more upset she was inside. Sure enough—"It's not
your fault."
"How can you say it's not my fault? I'm the one who started this fight between Mom and Dad. Did
Dad find out about my relationship with you, Mom? Or was it because of the illness last time?" Of course, I knew the reason. I said it on purpose. With Mom's aloof personality, it would be difficult to open her 　　heart
without some kind of provocation .
"Mom, can you tell me about it? Maybe it will make you feel better. Besides, Mom, don't forget, I
'm still your man. It's my duty to listen to my lover. Speaking of duty, as my
lover, shouldn't you be honest with me about your love life?"
"Duty my foot!"
Perhaps my last words touched Mom, because suddenly she turned around and faced the ceiling,
her tone no longer as cold as before. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the sorrow on Mother's face.
"Your illness was just the trigger. The conflict between your father and me had been brewing for a long time; it just needed a spark to ignite
it. To be honest, it's also my fault. When I married your father, I should have known
what kind of person he was. But I wasn't willing to accept it. I didn't want my husband, Chen Shuxian, to be just an ordinary long-distance
bus driver. But you know your father; he has no ambition and only wants to be content with the status quo. No matter how much pressure I put on him
, he remains unmoved, spending his days playing cards and mahjong without any ambition. I
endured all of this for the sake of this family, but now even the only one, the pillar of this family, he hasn't been able to shoulder that responsibility. How can I not be angry?"
"Do you know? The moment Xiaofeng was rushed into the emergency room, I really thought that if anything happened to you,
I would definitely take your father with me and die together," the moonlight shone on Mother's face, revealing a resolute determination.
"That's why I don't want you to be like your father, who was harsh on you from a young age. I know
you've always blamed me for not giving you the warmth of maternal love, only beatings and scoldings. Actually, I've felt guilty
about whether I've been too cruel to you, but I really don't want you to be as useless as your father. I'm such a failure as
a mother."
"I'm sorry, Mom, for making you worry. Yes, it's true, I really hated you when I was little.
I hated why you always had a stern face towards me, and I hated why you always scolded and beat me. I still remember what I longed for most when I was little,
and I'm not afraid to tell you, but what I wanted most wasn't how good you were to me, but a word of praise from you
and a hug from you. But no matter what I did, unless it was related to my studies, all I got in the end was
your scolding. Gradually, I started to hate studying."
I fell into reminiscence, and tears welled up in Mom's eyes. She secretly regretted that her strong
personality had cost her so much over the years. A word of praise, a hug—such small wishes! She
hadn't even been able to fulfill such a tiny request for her son, just to raise him into
the so-called ideal person in her mind.
"But now I'm actually a little glad that Mom can be so strict with me. I've thought about it; if I hadn't had
those 'painful' experiences when I was little, maybe I would have become a spoiled brat like those other children of officials,
always relying on Mom's prestige to act arrogantly. The son of a high-ranking official, haha, what a great reputation
!"
"Hmph, if you really become like that, I'd rather quit being the principal and take you in. If I can't even teach my own
son well, I'm not qualified to be a teacher."
"Fine, Mom, since you want to take me in so badly, then take me in. It would be best if you put me back where I was born.
"
*Clang*
"Mom, can you hit me somewhere else? It's dark with the lights off. How do you manage
to hit my forehead so accurately, and always in the same spot, without missing a beat?"
In the darkness, I covered my forehead, wincing in pain. Mom breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, after my outburst,
the atmosphere had become much more harmonious and warmer. After speaking my mind, Mom felt much more at ease. The mother
's tone gradually changed from cold to calm.
Feeling her emotions calm down, Mom suddenly thought that having a son like that as a lover wasn't so bad
, at least better than that irresponsible legal husband, even if he was a bit of a rascal—
a faint smile flickered across Mom's face in the darkness, but she tried to keep her tone calm as she spoke.
"Serves you right for talking nonsense."
"Mom, you look so beautiful when you smile," I said, a relieved smile returning to my face. "That's
right, Mom. Don't always have that long face, so cold and unapproachable. You need to smile more
. You look so beautiful when you smile."
"What are you smiling about? Where am I smiling?"
Mom denied it, trying to save face. She was supposed to be "angry," but I
didn't give her a chance, exposing her weakness: "Hehe, Mom, don't forget, I know martial arts.
Even though my eyesight is affected at night, this close distance is nothing to me."
Mom didn't deny it. "You said I always have a long face? You mean Mom is fierce?"
"Of course not," I quickly said, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead. This mom is really hard to please. Why is it that
every woman I meet is a handful? My aunt is like that, and now Mom is too. "Fine,
Mom, you'd better not smile too much, lest you bewitch other men and they try to steal you from me. Mom's most beautiful
smile is reserved for me alone."
"Stop it, all you do is flatter your mother. When did you learn to be so glib? Don't think I don't know
that at school, you guys call me the 'Extinction Demoness'!"
"That's because they're too superficial. They only see the surface of your mother. Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said,
looking like a lecherous man. Luckily, it was dark and Mom didn't see me, otherwise I'd definitely get another flick
on the forehead. "Mom, don't think I'm trying to flatter or comfort you. I'm serious. It's just that I don't like dressing up
, otherwise I'd be miles ahead of those TV actresses."
My tone was very sincere, without any deliberate teasing or flattery.
This made Mom slightly taken aback; it seemed like it had been a long time since she'd complimented her beauty since they got married. Regardless
, Mom felt a sweet warmth in her heart. No woman dislikes being praised for her beauty, even aloof and
elegant Mom. It's just that Mom doesn't usually care about superficial things, it doesn't mean she's not a
woman.
Mom secretly thought, maybe I should dress up a bit more from now on…
However, having not been praised by anyone in a long time, she felt a little embarrassed by her son's sudden compliment
. To avoid letting me see how happy she was, she changed the subject.
“Xiaofeng, when I came in, I saw your eyes were red. Were you crying?”
“Ah? Oh, no, I was just yawning,” I hurriedly
denied, flustered.
“Hmm? Yawning? Who looks sad when they yawn? You can't even come up with a better excuse
. You think you can fool your mother? Tell me, when have you ever managed to fool me?” Mom's tone suddenly turned serious.
“Tell me the truth—”
“I…” Okay, lies don't work on Mom after all. My skills are still too limited
. I had no choice but to tell the truth. "I really blame myself."
"Blame yourself?"
"Mom, I know everything. You carried me to the hospital all by yourself, and you even strained your muscles
. And I actually made you masturbate for me last night just for my own selfish desires, and then I was so... rough with you.
I'm such a bastard, so terrible, I..."
"How did you know..." Mom remembered what happened the night I was sick, and she became very awkward
.
"Well... hehe, I overheard it."
"Overheard? Could it be..." Mom quickly realized, "You little rascal," Mom spat
out, suddenly remembering that this little rascal had also spied on her and her husband making love before. Thinking about it made Mom extremely embarrassed
. She really didn't know how many times this little rascal had been overheard and spied on by him before.
"You really are a bastard, a despicable scoundrel. Just thinking about it makes me furious. I was trying
to help you because you were in pain, and you dared to do that to your mother..." My usually reserved
mother couldn't find the words to express the fact that I had verbally abused her; perhaps she
lacked the vocabulary to describe it.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I really don't know why I did that. I was so confused and my mind
was blank. I only remembered what I did to you after I woke up. I feel so guilty. I... I'm really
not human," my voice trembled, accompanied by sobs.
"You rascal,"
my mother sighed. She was indeed very angry at the time, wishing she could slap her bastard
son to death. But thinking about it more deeply, her son was delirious from his illness, and his actions were all subconscious.
Although the mother knew all this, she couldn't help it. The image of her own son roughly
forcing her to swallow his ejaculate, the scalding, foul-smelling liquid churning in her stomach, ignited a nameless fire within her . But hearing her son's remorseful words and seeing 　　his guilty tears
earlier , she suddenly felt the fire in her heart lessen. Thinking about it again 　　, it didn't seem like such a big deal. She and her son had even gone all the way; what did this matter? 　　"Sigh, never mind, Mom doesn't blame you anymore. You little rascal, you must be my nemesis from a past life, here 　　to collect your debt in this one." 　　Hearing my mother's words, I looked up. "Mom, you're really not angry anymore?" Now I could finally relax 　　. My mother's cold treatment during this time had terrified me, making me think that we were going back to that period 　　, separated by an invisible wall. 　　"You brat, I'm forgiving you this time, but you only get one chance. If Mommy doesn't want to in the future, 　　you can't force her, or Mommy won't talk to you anymore."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll never do that to Mom again," I suddenly paused. Mom
's words were right, but something still felt off.
"That's great!" Getting Mom's forgiveness was the happiest moment I'd had in a while.
Finally, I didn't have to worry about Mom cutting ties with me. In my joy, I opened my arms and hugged Mom tightly
, giving her a big kiss on the cheek.
But I forgot one thing: the texture of Mom's silk pajamas, the smooth, soft feel, combined
with her plump, beautiful flesh and alluring scent, immediately made my manhood hard and aroused. I nudged Mom's full,
round buttocks, and my hands involuntarily roamed over her body...
************************The next chapter is even more exciting, don't go away!************************
[Originally, I wanted to release a little bit of suspense at the end of this chapter, but then I thought better of it
. I'm afraid I'll get beaten up.] As for the plot, I can only say it's about to be high-energy, with an imagination beyond your wildest dreams, full of clichéd and melodramatic tropes, hahaha
.
[Originally, I planned to post this chapter in the Literature section, but I'm afraid many readers don't know I've already
moved to another section. For safety's sake, I'll upload it to the Life section one last time. From now on,
all my articles will be posted in the Literature section. Dear readers, please go to the Literature section if you want to read them, hahaha.]
[Many readers have reported not being able to find previous chapters or comic strips. I specifically looked for
them today, and except for the comic strip about Sixteen Nights of the Heart, I found all the others.]
I've uploaded it to my author's lounge, so feel free to check it out if you'd like. I've also
converted chapters one through thirty into text format, so mobile users can download and save it, and
open it with any browser on their phones.
[By the way, everyone, I've been updating so diligently lately, I hope you enjoy reading and leave comments
, or help me get this post featured. Although I'm now a junior author, everyone needs a goal
, otherwise there's no motivation.]
[I won't say much more, but I really like the art style of this comic, it's a pity that
most of this author's works aren't very good, what a waste.
] [(Adult Comic) [Kotobuki Kazuki] Ambrosia] [attach]2891329[/attach]
[By the way, here are the names of comics I've uploaded before. I'll re-upload the comic sharing below to the author's lounge later, so feel free to check it out if you want the next chapter.]
Chapter 9 Comic Sharing [Enka] たとえば马がextra 红Even if it is the mother extra 红of [艶々] たとえばMUがextra 黑Even if it is the mother extra 黑
11 chapter comic sharing [艶々] ボクノアイジン
18 chapter comic name [Eimaru] The name of the 19th chapter of the manga " Sister Tour
" [リファイア(Tatsuba Kaori)],
the name of the 20th chapter of the manga of 通いヅママ[Saki Koi
], the name of the 21st chapter of the Oedipus manga [Yuki Mitarai] Comic title of Chapter
22 of "Incest" [のレプリカ] [チバトシロウ] きゃでぃ☆はうす
Chapter 23 manga name [Mitarai Yuki] Mature Woman Wife oo short collection chapter
24 manga name [Mai Liu まいむ] Female Teacher と Servant's Secret Female Teacher and My Secret
Chapter 25 manga name [Haruncho Akisuke]おさえきれないこのThe completely uncontrollable lust
Chapter 26 manga name [Haruchiro Akisuke] The Love of a Married Woman
Chapter 27 manga name [タカスギコウ] Wu Ming vortex
Chapter 28 manga name [Kafi ひろゆき] Super Breast Festival
Chapter 29 Comic Title [Asuhara Tsukasa] The name of the manga of the 30th chapter of the 4 people of the オレがのお sister さにシェアされる事になった Piece
[ドリルムラタ] あえぐ!桡れる!
Chapter 31 Comic Name (Adult コミック) [Kotobuki かづき] Manna

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