Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 81
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 81 - 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 lowered her eyes and looked down at me, and said calmly: “Why, don’t you want to?”
Just then, my aunt gently pushed me: “Go, dance with your sister Fiona.”
I hurriedly agreed: “Yes, of course I do.”
Fiona turned and walked towards the center of the stage, leaving me with a moving back.
I looked back at my aunt, and hurriedly followed Fiona, secretly admiring Fiona’s back.
Fiona walked in front gracefully, and her long legs, set against the jeans, looked like a graceful green bamboo, and looked particularly straight and slender. Every step she took was full of natural beauty.
Especially the plump buttocks, outlined by the jeans, showed a perfect arc, which was both round and perky, exuding an attractive charm like a ripe fruit. Every curve was just right, which was simply the most beautiful scenery in the banquet hall.
I was just like in Fiona’s home. I took a look and my eyes were attracted to her. My heart was stirred up. I couldn’t help but imagine Fiona kneeling on the ground and sticking her round and beautiful buttocks high up to me.
In the bustling crowd, Fiona was like a bright light, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.
Fiona was undoubtedly the most dazzling on the stage. Her naked height of 1.73 meters matched with high heels made her too dazzling.
Her supermodel-like figure was tall and straight, her slender waist was not thick enough, her hips were thick, and especially the jeans, which highlighted her excellent body proportions.
From the thin shoulders to the waist, to the enviable long legs, the proportions of each part were just right, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece of nature.
Fiona walked forward casually, the hem of her jeans swayed slightly, revealing a small part of her white ankles. Her ankles were slender and delicate, and paired with a pair of simple high heels, she added a bit of elegance and charm.
Fiona suddenly stopped, turned around and asked me: “What dances can you dance?”
I was obsessed with admiring her posture, and I ran into her head-on.
Fiona was caught off guard and cried softly. She was wearing high heels and was about to fall.
I reacted and quickly embraced her flexible waist. In an instant, a scent passed through my mouth and nose, and Fiona’s body was hugged by me.
A shy and angry voice sounded in my ear: “Let go!”
Fiona’s white cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were staring at me gently.
I woke up as if from a dream, and then I realized that a big hand happened to be placed on Fiona’s beautiful buttocks. The palm of my hand grasped her buttocks tightly. Because I grasped too hard, the tight and elastic buttocks were even slightly concave.
I was so scared that I quickly let go and apologized repeatedly, but my hands couldn’t help but recall the plumpness and fullness of Fiona’s buttocks - it was really comfortable to grasp, especially there was a layer of jeans between them. If it was grasped naked without any cover, how would it feel?
Fiona’s blush quickly disappeared, and she seemed to be nothing: “I asked you what dances you can dance?”
I answered honestly: “I have never learned to dance. Most of them were taught by my aunt when I was a child. The most danced should be the rumba. I guess this is the only dance I can dance.”
Fiona’s face flashed a trace of unnaturalness when she heard this, and she couldn’t help but whispered: “This Julia!”
I was well-behaved and didn’t say anything. Fiona’s reaction was within my expectations.
Because the characteristics of the Rumba are romance, sexiness and passion, the steps are lingering, the dance is soft and charming, and the dance posture is also mixed with the teasing of being close and distant. It is a dance that expresses the love between men and women.
And this dance is bold and bold, with a strong sense of performance, which will undoubtedly attract the attention of everyone present.
Fiona lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, and said helplessly: “Okay, let’s dance the Rumba!”
It happened that the music accompaniment sounded, and when the familiar melody sounded, I subconsciously looked at my aunt.
My aunt blinked at me, and there was nothing better than this. How did my aunt guess that we would dance the Rumba?
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