Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 41
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 41 - 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
The next day, I woke up on time under the influence of my biological clock.
A fishy smell came from the tip of my nose. The smell was not bad. It was mixed with the fragrance of a woman’s body, which could arouse a man’s desire and sexual impulse.
As soon as I opened my eyes, my sister’s pink and smooth pussy came into view first. Looking at that white and tender and lovely slit, I couldn’t help but move forward again and licked the hairless pussy that I had licked for nearly half the night.
“Hmm...”
My sister murmured, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she was still sleeping soundly.
My cock under my crotch was erected because of the morning erection. Even though I ejaculated so many times yesterday, I didn’t show any signs of fatigue and was full of energy.
Being young is good.
I went to the bathroom and started to wash up. Next to the toilet, there were still my sister’s underwear that fell from her ankles last night.
It was covered with sperm stains and lewd spots that had not yet dried, exuding a strong obscene smell. Compared with the underwear taken off from Isabelle, it can be said to be comparable.
After I washed it, I put my sister’s and Isabelle’s underwear together, intending to keep it as a souvenir after washing it.
Collecting women’s underwear?
I scratched my head, why do I feel so perverted?
Forget it, I am a pervert, otherwise I would not want to fuck my own mother and sister, and even sleep with my own aunt.
Besides, these are all my women, and I have licked and fucked their pussies. What’s the point of collecting their underwear?
The sheets washed yesterday have been dried long ago, and they exude the fragrance of laundry detergent. I threw the messy sheets and yesterday’s dirty clothes into the washing machine, and spread the clean sheets on top.
Looking at the rotating roller in the washing machine, it is hard to imagine that my sister and I have soiled two sheets and quilts for two consecutive nights.
I have to say that the amount of water discharged from my sister’s little hole is quite considerable.
I just opened the bedroom door, and what I didn’t expect was that my mother in pajamas was standing in front of the door.
I shuddered, and my brain, which was originally groggy because I just woke up, was instantly clear.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
I patted my chest, puzzled, and felt a little guilty at the same time.
“What? Is mom ugly? Can it scare you?”
Mom’s beautiful figure was looming under her pajamas, making my already not-yet-soft cock even harder.
I turned around and covered my bulging lower body: “You stood quietly in front of my door early in the morning, how could I not be scared?”
Mom’s phoenix eyes swept lightly and saw the tent that I deliberately covered.
However, her pretty face was not rippled at all, and her shoulders deliberately bumped into me, pushing me away and walking into the room.
I could hardly see anything from my mother’s pretty face, and I didn’t dare to stop her, so I could only follow her obediently.
I sighed in my heart that my mother was really patient and perseverant, getting up so early to “raid”.
My heart was pounding non-stop, worrying that my sister screamed so loudly during her climax last night, would my mother hear anything?
My mother’s beautiful eyes swept around my bedroom, trying to find some “evidence”.
I secretly thanked myself for throwing the sheets stained with semen and vaginal fluid into the washing machine as soon as I woke up, otherwise I might really be caught by my mother.
Mom came to the balcony and stood in front of the washing machine. She opened her red lips slightly: “What are you washing so early in the morning?”
“Nothing, just yesterday’s clothes and sheets.”
Mom’s pretty face was suspicious: “Washing sheets so early in the morning?”
I stretched and pretended to be relaxed: “Can’t I wash sheets so early in the morning?”
Mom’s beautiful eyes drooped slightly: “Wash if you want to, I don’t care about you.”
“Hehe.”
I smiled and followed Mom without saying much.
Too much talk leads to mistakes!
Watching Mom open the balcony door to my sister’s bedroom, I instantly became nervous.
You know, my sister is now lying on the bed naked and sleeping!
But I can’t stop Mom from going in.
My mind raced, and I made up my mind. I deliberately followed Mom’s steps and walked into my sister’s room.
After my mother took a few steps in my sister’s bedroom, she turned around in a panic, and her slender hands quickly covered my eyes. She said in a hurried tone: “Close your eyes!”
Yes, my mother must have seen my sister sleeping naked.
My acting skills were superb, and I pretended to be puzzled: “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Get out, get out!”
While covering my eyes, my mother pushed me out.
It was the first time I saw my mother so panicked.
While laughing in my heart, I deliberately pulled my mother’s arm: “Mom, what are you doing? Why are you covering my eyes?”
“Don’t open your eyes!”
My mother’s tone suddenly became stern, and the force of pushing me became a little stronger, pushing me directly to the balcony.
My mother’s full and swollen chest rose and fell because of her rapid breathing, and her pretty face was slightly tight: “Don’t come in!”
As the voice fell, my mother closed the door tightly with a “snap”.
I stood outside the door, touched my nose, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Judging from my mother’s current reaction, she probably didn’t find anything last night.
Alas, it’s really tiring to fight wits and courage with my mother for a few women!
I felt a headache for my future self again. How can I make my mother accept these women of mine in the future?
And how can I properly handle the relationship between these women?
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