Chapter 198 - 197: Fair Trade

Chapter 198: Chapter 197: Fair Trade

"Ahh... so you want to do that..." Arielle covered her mouth bashfully, reading his thoughts with ease.

"Ohh, am I really that easy to read now?" Owen chuckled softly, the phone in his hand already ringing through the line.

"No... I just know you so well, hehe. I am your lovely mother, after all... or should I say, your devoted girlfriend and lover?" She gently pushed him down onto the soft bed, taking the superior position right on top of him.

"You want to take the lead tonight, Mom?" Owen was thoroughly amazed by her sudden boldness.

"I certainly do, so just relax. I will show you exactly how to squeeze your cock for my own pleasure..." She turned her body around, straddling him while facing down toward his feet.

’Reverse cowgirl... ohh, sweet mama cow...’ Owen celebrated inwardly, admiring the brand-new, exciting position.

"Is your father answering the call yet...?" She shifted her body slowly, her busty, voluptuous ass practically begging for a good, hard spanking.

"The phone is still ringing. Don’t worry, Mom, he’ll answer eventually." Owen playfully spread her smooth butt cheeks and poked the top corner of the phone against her entrance.

"Ekkh... don’t shove that near there... it’s going to get completely wet..." she purred, rolling her hips playfully against him.

"Don’t worry, Mom, consider this phone a lucky charm. He’ll definitely answer now that I’m pressing it against you." Owen couldn’t actually insert it due to its awkward geometric shape, but the playful attempt was more than worth the effort.

"Ngh... y—you’re just playing around... as if he’s actually going to answer right now."

"I’m not playing around at all, Mom. This is all part of your ongoing training."

"Angn... training... that’s such a weird way to describe this kind of training."

"You were so eager for that teacher and student counseling earlier, yet now you say you don’t love this? How could you be so cruel to me, Mom?"

"Ngh... t-that’s entirely different! I’m just trying out new things with you... ahemm." She let out a soft cough, feeling a bit flustered to have her secret desires exposed. Deep down, she craved even more roleplay... possessing a truly perverted obsession with her own son.

"Haha, then think of this as something completely new, too. Look, the phone is ringing even louder now."

"Ahnn... you turned the speaker volume all the way up..."

"Welp, I guess you’re right... but let’s just wait a little bit longer..." Owen slid his long fingers smoothly up her spine, lightly pinching the tiny, soft curve at her waist.

"Nghn... ahnn... D-Don’t touch my fat right there... it tickles so much..." She squirmed around, the soft touch sending intense jolts of pleasure straight through her entire body.

"How can you even call this fat, Mom? Your body is sculpted to absolute perfection." Owen traced the gorgeous line of her torso down toward her round hips... a flawless hourglass figure, yet she still complained about non-existent fat.

"Ahhn... ahnn... this is all because of what we’ve been doing together..."

"Ohh...? Did receiving all of my hot cum make you bloom even more, Mom?"

"D-Did you actually notice...?" She blushed deeply, feeling immensely relieved that she wasn’t facing him directly. It would have been far too embarrassing if she admitted to wanting his cum as her daily skin care routine and favorite drink, right?

"Of course I noticed, Mom. You’re overflowing with vigor and your face is practically glowing..."

"Hmph... you’re just teasing me..."

"I’m not teasing at all! How could I ever joke about your health and radiant beauty? That would be beyond foolish."

"Ahh... you really are such a cheeky boy."

"Am I? Then so be it, as long as it makes you happy..." Owen reached out and lightly tickled her underarms... she smelled so intoxicatingly good.

’What kind of soap, perfume, or luxury cosmetics is she even using? Damn, she’s more alluring than top-tier actresses—maybe even better.’ Owen had no doubt that her body easily surpassed those ultra-famous, busty models who usually hid their faces online when it came to pure sexiness.

"Hmm... hmm. How about you make me even happier, my dear Owen?" She twisted her neck back to look at him, giving him a deeply seductive, knowing smile.

"Tell me whatever will make you happier, Mom. I promise I won’t reject your offer."

"Ahn... let me whisper it in your ear... I’m a bit too embarrassed to say it out loud." She lowered her upper body, resting her heavy, soft tits directly against his warm chest. The useless man still hadn’t picked up the phone... making this the perfect time for a proper warm-up.

"Ngh... don’t pinch my nipples like that... I can’t focus on what I’m saying."

"I just want a quick sip of my absolute favorite drink, Mom." Owen noticed a tiny droplet of sweet white liquid oozing from her tip—it seemed her body was already lactating again after he had sucked her dry during dinner.

"Nghn... always acting like such a needy little baby. Since you love my milk so much, let me state my conditions first." She leaned in even closer, her warm, fragrant breath brushing sensually against his earlobe.

"Ohh? You’re actually setting restrictions on your tits now, Mom? Am I going to have to start paying rent just to enjoy them?" Owen couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

"Yes... I’m not a non-stop milk factory, after all. So let’s make this a fair trade..." She lightly bit down on his earlobe before trailing her lips down to the side of his neck.

"Haha, alright then, let me hear these conditions. I’m genuinely curious, Mom."

"For the very first condition..."

"Wait, there are multiple conditions...?"

"Shh... let me finish my line first! The first condition is that you must give me your... uhm... your hot cum every single morning. Every. Single. Morning." She firmly emphasized the last words.

"What a greedy mom... you’ll be taking my absolute biggest load every single day if we do that..."

"That’s precisely my plan... hehe. I’m special, so it’s only natural that I receive special treatment."

"Ohh... very wise, but I don’t mind at all. Hehe, getting a passionate blowjob from you every morning... and giving you your favorite drink in return. That sounds like a completely fair trade to me."