Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 82
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 82 - 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
Time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
I don’t know who looked away first, Fiona and I both let go of each other’s bodies at the same time in a panic.
Fiona panted quickly, her cheeks flushed, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked away: “You danced well.”
I stared at her flushed cheeks and smiled softly in response: “It’s all Fiona’s fault.”
Fiona didn’t answer, she didn’t want to look me in the eye, she said “hmm” softly and walked towards her original seat.
I followed her and asked, “Fiona, have you ever learned dancing before?”
Fiona shook her head and said, “No, I had a private instructor with your aunt when I was a child, but learning dancing was too tiring, and neither she nor I persisted.”
I chuckled and said, “Even so, few people can compare with your dancing skills.”
I thought of Isabelle, who was also a dancer. Ballet was too tiring, and Isabelle only treated it as a hobby.
As I got closer and closer to my aunt, I gradually found something wrong.
Beside my aunt, a young man in a neat suit was whispering something.
When my aunt saw us approaching, she quickly stood up and walked over, and even held my arm intimately.
“Oh, why didn’t I realize that my Harry and Fiona are such a good match? The dance is so beautiful.”
Listening to my aunt’s praise, I said helplessly: “Aunt, stop talking nonsense.”
How can you praise cousins for being a good match?
Fiona said coldly: “You and Isaac are also a good match.”
My aunt’s face turned black, and she gritted her teeth in anger. It looked like she wanted to fight Fiona for eight hundred rounds.
I looked at the man in a straight suit. It seemed that this was the Isaac mentioned by Fiona and Laura.
I asked my aunt in her ear: “What’s going on?”
My aunt said irritably: “A dog-skin plaster, let’s go, we won’t stay here anymore.”
I glanced at the man, and Isaac happened to look at me. Our eyes met, and there was a faint spark of fire.
At this level, the pursuer rarely makes excessive or impolite moves, but if someone keeps pestering you, you can’t resort to force. If no matter how much you refuse, it doesn’t work, the best way is to ignore it.
“No need.”
I pulled my aunt towards me, and Isaac took the initiative to extend his palm to me: “Hello, Isaac.”
I nodded and said: “Hello.”
Isaac’s face was slightly stiff, and he took his palm back without a sound.
I pulled my aunt to sit down, and Isaac smiled and asked: “You are Julia’s nephew, right?”
I said playfully: “Julia? Are you familiar with my aunt?”
Isaac’s face did not change: “Of course, I have been pursuing Julia for more than ten years from high school to college and now. It can be said that half of my life so far has been Julia.”
My face was weird, more than ten years? So you pursued her not long after I was born?
“Auntie’s licker?”
Isaac’s face darkened slightly when he heard this, but he immediately smiled and said, “You can say that.”
I was surprised. He was not angry at all?
Just as I was about to speak, my aunt suddenly interrupted me and said, “Laura, let him go.”
Laura got up helplessly and came to Isaac to talk to him.
Half a minute later, Isaac came over and nodded gently to my aunt: “Julia, see you next time.”
After that, he turned and walked towards the door of the banquet hall.
I was slightly stunned. So free and easy?
After he walked away, my aunt whispered to me: “This man’s family is quite powerful and well-educated. Although he is like a dog-skin plaster, there is no need to insult him verbally, so as not to cause trouble, and...”
As my aunt’s red lips opened and closed, a fragrance came to my face, mixed with a slight aroma of wine. I asked: “Aunt, have you drunk?”
“Yeah.” Aunt took the wine glass and handed it to my lips: “Do you want to drink with aunt?”
I took the wine glass: “And what?”
“And this guy also helped me block a lot of other dog-skin plasters.”
I took a sip of the wine lightly, spicy and mellow: “Then it still has some effect, your ex-boyfriend?”
Aunt rolled her eyes at me lightly, seeing my tentative thoughts: “Get out.”