Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 33
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
“Huh!”
I knew that the purpose of my mother’s doing this was closely related to Mia.
I couldn’t help but touch my nose again: “Just listen to my mother in everything.”
My mother’s eyes were slightly slanted, staring at me closely, as if she was examining me.
But she was silent for a long time, and after a long while, she said indifferently: “It would be good if you listen to me.”
It happened that the voice of the worker who was installing the treadmill came: “Hello, is it installed here?”
“Master, wait a moment, I’ll come over.”
My mother walked slowly inside with a graceful step.
My sister and I looked at each other. My sister secretly glanced at my mother and mouthed: “Did you make my mother angry again?”
“How could that be?”
Looking at her strange look, I couldn’t help but pinch her little face: “Do you think I like to make my mother angry like you?”
“Go away, you don’t make my mother like you much now.”
My sister pushed my palm away, and I bickered with her and walked inside at the same time.
The advantage of a large flat is that the area is spacious enough, and there are only a few hundred square meters of area, with only my mother, sister and I living there, so there are still a lot of unused places.
My mother hugged her chest and frowned slightly, as if she was observing whether the treadmill looked abrupt and aesthetically pleasing here.
After thinking for a long time, my mother reluctantly nodded: “Let’s do it here.”
“Okay.”
The worker agreed and installed it skillfully.
The installation of the treadmill is not troublesome at all, and it was installed in a short time.
My mother looked slightly satisfied. She looked at me and my sister and said softly, “Go to the refrigerator and get a few bottles of water for the master.”
“Okay.”
My sister was so well-behaved in front of my mother that she disappeared in a flash.
Mom looked at the treadmill: “How is it? Does it look suitable?”
I smiled: “If mom thinks it’s suitable, it’s suitable.”
Mom was too lazy to pay attention to me, and said: “I usually do some body training here at night. There are a lot of open spaces. You can exercise here in the future and make use of the empty space.”
“Yeah.” I responded sullenly, weighing it for a long time in my heart, and whispered in resistance: “Mom, I actually think this treadmill is completely unnecessary.”
Mom seemed not to hear what I said, she said to herself: “What other sports equipment do you want? I will ask the workers to come and install it tomorrow.”
“No ... nothing else is needed, right?”
“Okay.”
Mom said: “That’s it for now, and we’ll talk about what we want to add later.”
My sister handed a few bottles of water to the workers, and my mother lifted the hair by her ears: “Thank you for your hard work.”
“Not hard, not hard.”
The workers are all middle-aged, in the stage of life with old parents and young children. They look very restrained and obviously rarely come to such high-end communities.
In fact, what made them so reserved was that the general manager of their company personally arranged this door-to-door delivery service.
Seeing how much the general manager valued it, these workers had all kinds of guesses about the identity of the noble and cold elegant beauty in front of them. It can be said that they were all kinds of strange.
After sending off a few workers, I turned and threw myself into the kitchen.
Mom took off her high heels, changed into a set of smooth silk satin home clothes, and sat lazily on the sofa.
“Xixi...”
Mom called out, her voice was very pleasant.
I laughed in my heart as the clinking sounded in the kitchen. My sister was probably going to be unlucky.
My sister, who had escaped back to the house early, pushed open a crack in the door, revealing a pair of naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes. She smiled embarrassedly: “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Come here.”
Mom raised her white chin, her tone unquestionable.
My sister was already lacking confidence before the confrontation: “Mom, if you have something to say, just say it...”
“Bring your homework from the past two days here.”
“Oh~”
My sister responded, and after a long time, she put her homework in front of my mother.
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