Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 30
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, elder sister, aunt, teacher, neighbor. I kissed my mother's smooth forehead and whispered softly: "Mom, how nice it would be if you could really be my wife?" "Mom, do you know? I really want to take care of you, take care of you for the rest of my life." "Mom, how nice it would be if I were not your son?" "Mom, the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. I want to be with you forever and ever..." "Mom, I love you so much..."
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
“I feel much more comfortable after you press me like this.”
Mom’s eyes were sleepy, and the tiredness on her face was swept away.
I looked at the upturned beautiful breasts and the deep ravine under Mom’s bath towel without leaving any trace: “If you are tired in the future, ask me to press you more. Your son is very happy to serve you!”
A faint smile appeared on Mom’s face: “Is it free?”
“Of course it’s free!”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Mom’s white and smooth cleavage: “Isn’t it right for a son to do this?”
Mom’s lips curled slightly: “Then I will become your free labor to squeeze you?”
Squeeze, squeeze hard, it’s best to squeeze me, your son, without leaving a drop!
The devil in my heart was roaring and shouting, and my tone was still the same, and I said in a joking tone: “Welcome to your squeeze!”
Mom closed her eyes and enjoyed my massage for a long time, and her beautiful cheeks were full of relaxation and comfort.
“Okay, okay.”
Mom patted my arm: “You’ve been massaging for so long, your hands must be sore, go and rest for a while.”
“Okay.”
I looked at the sun outside the window. It was already five o’clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still scorching, scorching, and unbearable.
However, the National Day holiday is approaching, and such hot weather should not last long, and it will only get colder in the future.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
My mind moved slightly, and I walked towards the bathroom.
This lounge has a bathroom, and I guess Mom’s underwear should be matched with my clothes.
Sure enough, Mom’s underwear was matched with my clothes.
Mom’s underwear is a cool black color, which is slightly inconsistent with Mom’s gentle personality.
There is a circle of lace around the underwear, and Mom’s underwear has become dry, without any moisture.
My eyes flickered slightly. Although Mom’s straight skirt was stained with a lot of my semen, it should not seep into the underwear.
But my mother chose to wash her underwear, which means that her pussy has leaked a lot of vaginal fluid...
My mother is really sensitive!
I sighed in my heart.
It’s not my mother’s fault. After all, I used my mouth to push her a few times in the morning and her clothes were wet. Just now, my mother’s pussy was pushed by me, and her beautiful buttocks were clamped with my cock and sat on my waist and abdomen for so long. It’s good that my mother didn’t get her clothes wet directly...
I put my mother’s underwear back, put on my own underwear and pants that had been dried, and walked out with my mother’s straight skirt and lace underwear.
I deliberately put my mother’s underwear and straight skirt on the bed and said, “Mom, I took your clothes and put them on the bed. Remember to change them.”
“Well, thank you.”
My mother didn’t raise her head. The next second, she suddenly raised her head again. When she saw the underwear on the folded straight skirt, her wet red lips opened slightly, and her face changed slightly.
I didn’t notice it, and told my mother: “Mom, you can’t work all the time, you have to take a rest.”
“Okay.” Mom nodded gently, her beautiful face was calm.
I was a little disappointed, it seemed that my mother didn’t think much about her underwear.
After all, what I did just now was a bit tentative, just to deliberately make my mother feel shy.
Why do people feel shy? In addition to factors such as lack of confidence and social phobia, there is another important reason, that is, people will only feel shy and uncomfortable when facing the people they like and love.
Just like when you like someone, when you face her, you will feel uncomfortable and embarrassed everywhere, and it is easy to blush.
And my mother and I are so familiar with each other, and the relationship between mother and son is very harmonious. It is impossible for my mother to feel shy with me.
However, when facing me, my mother blushed again and again, which gave me a thought that I dared not believe or even speculate: Does my mother like me too?
Looking at my mother’s reaction, I was very disappointed and felt like a clown.
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