Chapter 277 - 276: Morning Share

Chapter 277: Chapter 276: Morning Share

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The morning arrived as it always did, with bright, unfiltered sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains and painting gold stripes across the floor. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of the house, the silence was broken by a rhythmic, slick, wet sound.

Guck... guck... guck.

"Good... morning... dear... guck... guck..." Arielle whispered, her voice muffled yet playful. "It’s my first job of the day, so just relax and let me handle everything..."

With a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. The fabric slid down, freeing her chest and leaving her exposed to the morning air before she eagerly took him back into her mouth.

"Argh... fuck... that feels so good," Owen groaned, arching his back into the mattress. He looked down at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure. "Aren’t you worried that Father will come home, Mom?"

In his mind, the thrill of the risk only added to the pleasure. Nothing ever beat a morning blowjob, especially one delivered with such enthusiasm.

"Guck... guck... What about him? Hehe, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem... guck... guck..."

*Ahh, fuck yes... Sorry, old man, but your wife is an absolute sucker,* Owen thought. He let out a half-hearted sigh of pity for his father. The man was likely miles away, completely unaware that his wife was providing a "morning share" to their son. There was nothing the father could do about it; the pact between Owen and Arielle was a secret held tight behind closed doors.

Knock! Knock!

The sudden, sharp sound of knuckles hitting the front door echoed through the hallway, snapping Owen back to reality.

"Ah, shit... speak of the devil... Mom, I think that’s him."

Instead of panic, the sound of his father’s arrival only made Owen more excited. The danger of being caught created a surge of adrenaline that pushed him closer to the edge.

"Guck... guck... Wait... ahn... a bit more... ahn..." Arielle didn’t even blink. She didn’t pull away in fear; instead, she continued her work without a hint of hesitation, her eyes locked onto Owen’s.

Knock... knock...

The knocking grew more insistent. The man outside was home, and he was waiting for a greeting.

"Oh... shit, Mom... You better work fast, or else it’s going to be doom for you!" Owen urged, his voice a strained whisper. He gently but firmly pushed her head down, urging her to finish the job.

"*Guck... guck... guck... Ahn... yes... please cum inside my mouth... guck..."

"Okay then, take it all, Mom!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

A thick wave of warmth gushed into her mouth. Owen let out a muffled shout, his muscles tightening as he reached the peak.

"Guck... guck... gulp... gulp... Ahn... ahn... so much..." Arielle swallowed the surge, refusing to let a single drop go to waste. She lingered for a second, ensuring everything was clean, before finally pulling away.

"Faster, Mom... Do it quick, or else he might find it suspicious if you take too long," Owen urged, catching his breath.

Truthfully, Arielle wouldn’t have cared if the man walked in, but they had agreed to keep the thrill alive until the "time was ripe" for a full revelation.

"Guck... Okay... Ah... gulp... Just a bit more."

She stood up gracefully, using a napkin to wipe the stray moisture from her face and lips. She checked herself in the mirror, ensuring her expression returned to that of a devoted, innocent wife.

"Hey, don’t forget your chest, Mom. It would be too much if he saw my property... and wipe your face properly."

Owen laid back comfortably on the bed, enjoying the lingering tranquility of the moment. He watched her for a second, admiring the confidence with which she moved.

"Okay... Follow me down when you’re done..." She winked at him, licking the remnants of the encounter from her fingers with a mischievous smile.

"Damn, you really are something, Mom."

Owen gave himself a light adjustment and grabbed his shorts. He felt a sense of superiority and excitement. It was time for him to greet the man who, in Owen’s mind, was destined to become little more than a caretaker in his own home.

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Knock... knock...

"Coming!" Arielle’s voice echoed melodically through the house.

She opened the door with a beaming smile. Just like always, her husband was brimming with excitement to see her. He had been away for work, and the longing in his eyes was evident. He was eager to kiss his beautiful wife the moment he stepped inside.

Creak...

"I’m back, wifey!" the man shouted enthusiastically, dropping his bags and opening his arms wide for a tight, suffocating embrace.

"You’re finally back, hubby..." She offered a warm, practiced smile and accepted the hug. However, she didn’t linger in his arms for long; she gently pushed him back, creating a small amount of distance between them.

"Ah... What happened?" the man asked, momentarily taken aback by the lukewarm welcome. He was used to her being more passionate upon his return.

"Hmm? Nothing, hubby... You know my hands are wet because I was working in the kitchen... hehe." She stepped toward the bags he was carrying, quickly dragging them inside so he could enter the house.

"Okay... How about a kiss then?" he asked, his tone practically begging for affection.

"Hehe... Of course I wouldn’t forget that."

Arielle leaned in, but instead of the deep kiss he expected, she planted a soft, quick kiss on his cheek.

"Only on the cheek...? That’s... a bit weird..." the man murmured, his face falling with disappointment.

"Hehe, don’t worry, hubby. You know I need to prepare a few things..." She merely smiled, leaving him no room to argue or question her behavior further.

"Ah... Well... fine. Hehe, maybe we can have a proper one when nighttime finally comes."

The man looked down at her voluptuous figure, his eyes drifting over her curves. He swallowed hard, his mind already racing. With a body like that, he hoped he could last for three rounds tonight.