Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 76
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 76 - 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 stared at the beautiful woman in front of me and wiped the cold sweat off my forehead. Perhaps because of the shock of Fiona riding a horse, I couldn’t speak for a while.
My aunt hurriedly dismounted and came to me. After confirming that I was fine, she glared at Fiona with her beautiful eyes, slightly angry: “Fiona, what are you doing?!”
Fiona jumped off the horse and slowly took off her knight’s clothes, revealing her beautiful figure.
Fiona only wore a white sleeveless vest on her upper body, and her snow-white shoulders and arms were exposed, with delicate and lovely skin.
Fiona smoothed her ponytailed hair, looking a little nonchalant: “A grown man, can this little action scare him?”
Auntie frowned, very dissatisfied with Fiona’s answer. She was about to speak, but Fiona suddenly looked at me and asked with a smile: “Harry, did I scare you?”
I calmed down my nervous mood and put on a forced smile: “No, Fiona.”
I got off the horse and held my aunt’s hand, smiling: “Auntie, I’m fine, don’t be angry.”
To be honest, if a horse is running towards you at full speed, I guess few people can ignore it and remain calm.
Auntie glared at me again, and my words blocked her anger, leaving her with nowhere to vent her anger.
Fiona suddenly chuckled again and said, “Aunt, although Harry is your nephew, I am also your niece after all. Harry said that there is nothing wrong. You can’t be too partial.”
Aunt stared at the woman who was only three years younger than her, and her voice was slightly sarcastic: “Oh, now you know I am your aunt? It’s really rare. Have you ever treated me as your aunt?”
Fiona threw the knight’s clothes on the horse to me. I didn’t expect her to do this. When I took it, I was a little flustered. Fortunately, I didn’t drop the clothes on the ground.
Holding the knight’s clothes in my hand, I could faintly smell a pleasant fragrance. The inside of the clothes was slightly warm and wet, and it was also soaked with Fiona’s body temperature and fragrant sweat.
Fiona smiled and said, “You are only three years older than me. Do you really want me to treat you as my aunt?”
Auntie narrowed her beautiful eyes and said in a domineering tone, “What’s wrong with being three years older? I am still your aunt even though I am three years older!”
I am used to the relationship between the two. Auntie and Fiona are of similar age. I remember that they often quarreled and fought since they were young.
While they were bickering, I took a closer look at Fiona, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.
Fiona’s appearance and temperament are slightly cold and beautiful, which is completely different from the girlish weakness she had before she went abroad.
She has thin eyebrows, crescent moon, phoenix eyes, and a high and symmetrical nose. Her exposed cold white skin color shines in the sun, which is quite pleasing to the eye. Her beautiful eyes always reveal a sense of coldness and alienation, which makes her already cold and beautiful temperament even colder.
Fiona inherited her tall stature. Although she was wearing a pair of flat boots, her height was still estimated to be 1.75 meters.
The figure under the small vest was hot and seductive, mature and delicious, especially the pair of long legs, straight and slender yet round, tightly wrapped in tight trousers, the curves outlined were the best legs, and people were reluctant to look away.
I enjoyed the beauty in front of me and felt fortunate in my heart - the women around me, whether blood-related or not, were impeccable in appearance, and their figures were even better than my aesthetics, all tall and long-legged.
Whether it was my mother, my aunt, my sister, or Isabelle, Teacher Natalie, Mia, and Fiona in front of me, they were all beauties picked from thousands of miles away, and their heights were no less than 1.7 meters, which perfectly matched my aesthetics.
Fiona, who was arguing with her aunt, turned her beautiful eyes and asked me with a playful expression: “Is it pretty?”
I smiled calmly and said: “Pretty?”
Fiona raised her eyebrows slightly: “Who is prettier, me or your aunt?”
I felt tense all over. Why is it this fatal question again?
You know, my aunt just asked her who is prettier between her and my mother this morning.
I pinched my aunt’s palm: “Of course they are both pretty.”
Fiona was unwilling to let me go and continued to ask: “There is always one who is prettier. Tell me.”
My aunt glanced at me lightly. Although she didn’t say anything, the meaning was self-evident.
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