Possession
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Chapter 71
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 71 - 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
Which woman doesn’t care about her age? When I said Teacher Natalie, didn’t I also speak to my mother’s heart?
Moreover, if I want to get my mother’s body and mind, age is undoubtedly an obstacle between me and my mother. My unintentional words have invisibly planted countless thorns on my road to pursuing my mother.
I watched my mother staring at the document in a daze, unable to suppress my inner feelings, and gently hugged my mother again.
My mother did not refuse my hug. She closed her eyes and gently leaned her head on my waist.
“Harry, Mom is so tired...”
Listening to my mother’s whisper, my eyes were red. I recalled that my mother had been worrying about the group and the family for many years, and my father’s irresponsibility, and I remembered the taboo feelings I shouldn’t have for her, and my heart was in pain.
I was confused. I didn’t know if I continued to go on, would it be a happy ending with my mother and I? Or would it bring irreparable harm to my mother?
I hugged my mother tightly, so hard that I wanted her to merge into my body.
Suddenly, my tears fell as if I was out of control. I kissed my mother deeply between her eyebrows and eyes, and couldn’t help but say, “Mom, I’ll accompany you.”
Since I kissed my mother in the office last time, my life has returned to peace.
Neither my mother nor I mentioned what happened in the office that night.
Perhaps, in my mother’s eyes, the kiss I gave her on the forehead was just the company and comfort of her son.
My mother seemed to have listened to my advice to her some time ago, rearranged her work, and devoted more time to herself and her family.
My mother and I got along better and better. My mother seemed to have become the gentle and intellectual mother again, no longer twisting my ears and ignoring me at every turn.
The time I spent with my mother every day was getting longer and longer, and the time I spent alone was getting shorter and shorter. Because I couldn’t find an opportunity, I hadn’t seen Mia for several days.
Perhaps she felt my “neglect”, Mia gradually seldom contacted me.
After all, she fell because of me, and I felt guilty, sorry and anxious at the same time.
After all, such a delicate beauty was about to be eaten but was forced to stagnate. However, no matter what, I couldn’t let her fly away.
The school time at noon was the most pleasant time for me. Teacher Natalie and I would always cling to each other and have sex in her office when all the classmates left at noon. Every time, we would do it until one or two classes in the afternoon.
Fortunately, Teacher Natalie is an English teacher and my class teacher, so she can easily suppress my skipping classes.
These days, Teacher Natalie and I have been inseparable, and our feelings are constantly heating up. I wish I could stick to each other all the time, and we have also created a lot of romance.
For example, I let Teacher Natalie sit in my arms and let her explain English test questions to me while we made love; or when no one was around after school at noon, we sneaked into the female restroom of the teaching building and made love boldly. The excitement of being discovered and the exposure outdoors made Teacher Natalie and I indulge ourselves and we wanted to tell others about the taboo love between us.
Later I learned that it was rare for Mason to send Teacher Natalie to school that day, because Teacher Natalie’s BMW happened to be borrowed by her classmates that day, so Mason had to send her to school, and by coincidence, my mother and I saw it.
Because my sister lived in the school dormitory, she only contacted me once. Later, my mother and I went to the school to visit her. The little girl cried in my arms, which made me, a “sister-loving demon”, feel distressed. If my mother hadn’t been there, I might have hugged my sister...