Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 78
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 78 - 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
Fiona has long hair tied up in a high ponytail, and she is bare-faced. Although she is not wearing any makeup, her pretty face is still flawless.
She wears a tight-fitting top with off-shoulder top, and her slender and white shoulders are round like jade. She wears tight jeans and a pair of nude high heels.
Fiona is over 1.7 meters tall, and the most eye-catching thing is her long legs tightly wrapped in tight jeans.
Fiona’s jeans are bulging with her big buttocks, and her perky buttocks push the pants out of an attractive arc, and the plump and graceful curves are fully displayed by the jeans.
Fiona is 27 years old, and her style and charm are not that of a mature young woman, but she is definitely a mature queen.
I didn’t expect Fiona’s buttocks to be so plump and full. Under that slender waist, her round buttocks are like ripe peaches, as if they were carefully carved by a skilled craftsman, exuding amazing charm.
Looking at Fiona’s long legs, I swallowed a few times unconsciously and couldn’t look away.
Are jeans so attractive?
This can’t be blamed on me at all!
Fiona’s legs and buttocks are so beautiful. Her legs are as straight as slender bamboos, without a trace of bends and flaws, and the proportions are just right. One more point would be redundant, and one less point would lose charm.
The tight jeans seemed to be tailor-made for her, perfectly fitting the curves of her legs, showing the firmness of her long legs and the beauty of her lines without reservation.
An elegant and slender ankle was exposed under the trousers, which matched the high heels on her feet naturally, with a special meaning.
“Hey, hey, hey, stop looking, your eyes are staring straight at me!”
My aunt’s weird voice made me blush with embarrassment.
My eyes met Fiona’s beautiful eyes, and her gaze seemed to reach my heart, which made me want to be ashamed and escape.
I am probably the only one who is obsessed with my cousin’s buttocks, right?
I coughed and pretended to be calm: “Aunt, what you said is wrong, I am admiring, do you understand?”
“Appreciate?”
My aunt rarely showed jealousy, and continued to say to me weirdly: “The eyes are almost sticking to your buttocks, Fiona, is that called appreciation?”
My aunt’s straightforward words made Fiona and I very embarrassed. Fiona also coughed lightly, awkwardly turned her eyes away, and no longer looked at me. A ray of blush rarely lingered on her usually cold cheeks.
Damn, aunt, can you stop making trouble!
I felt like crying but I couldn’t. I felt like my image was shattered.
Auntie walked to Fiona’s side and patted her perky buttocks a few times. Her buttocks shook slightly: “Are you wearing jeans on purpose to seduce my Harry?”
Fiona slapped Auntie’s hand away. Her tone was calm but made people feel a little complacent: “I’m just wearing jeans. I’m afraid that if I wear other clothes, you won’t look attractive at all.”
Auntie was so angry when she heard this that she immediately poured all her anger on me and ravaged me.
After playing around, Auntie patted Fiona’s buttocks again and asked: “You’re going to wear this? And you don’t put on makeup?”
High ponytail and jeans are indeed not suitable for tonight’s party.
Fiona said: “You know my personality. I wear high heels, which is enough to give face to this banquet.”
She paused for a moment and said in a clear voice: “Also, do I need to put on makeup?”
Aunt was speechless. She pinched Fiona’s cheek: “What an arrogant woman.”
Fiona: “It’s not arrogance, it’s confidence.”
Aunt looked at Fiona and said: “You are too tall. There is no need to wear high heels.”
Fiona explained calmly: “I just don’t want to be compared with you wearing high heels.”
Aunt sighed.
Aunt and Fiona are of similar height. Whether to wear high heels does have a great impact on temperament.
The three of them got in the car and left Fiona’s single-family house.
In the car, my aunt leaned over my ear and rubbed her silver teeth gently, with a hint of gnashing her teeth. She lowered her voice and asked, “Whose butt is more beautiful, mine or Fiona’s?”
My mind simultaneously flashed the attractive buttocks of my aunt in various clothes and the appearance of Fiona in jeans just now. I thought for a while and said, “Both are beautiful, but...”
My aunt pressed, “But what?”
I whispered, “Things that have not been obtained are always more attractive to people.”
My aunt was slightly startled when she heard this, and a trace of loss flashed across her face. Although she concealed it well, I still caught it.
My aunt forced a smile and said, “You little bastard, you just pretended that you were not interested in Fiona.”
“Aunt, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”
I chuckled and held my aunt’s hand, whispering, “But in my heart, my aunt is the most beautiful.”
My aunt rolled her eyes at me coquettishly, pinched my palm with the hand I held, and said nothing more.
I drove to the luxury clothing store that my aunt often visited. When I stepped into this luxury high-end custom clothing store, it was as if I had walked into a dreamy fashion kingdom.
The lights in the store were soft and bright, like stars falling, illuminating every corner just right. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpets, and my footsteps fell silently, as if I was walking on clouds.
The walls were dominated by elegant gold, inlaid with exquisite carved frames, exuding a low-key and luxurious atmosphere.
In the display area, each piece of gorgeous clothing was displayed like a work of art, and the delicate fabrics shone with charming luster under the lights, some were as smooth as silk, and some were as soft as velvet. The tailoring of each piece of clothing was perfect, with smooth and elegant lines.
Looking at the magnificent decoration, I couldn’t help but sigh: “What an evil capitalist!”
No wonder my mother strictly set living standards and always brought me and my sister to live in an ordinary large flat.
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