Chapter 279 - 278: Little mistake...

Chapter 279: Chapter 278: Little mistake...

"You are being way too loud, Mom. Your sweet moans might actually be heard by him," he whispered quietly right into her ear as he reached out with his other hand to grab a white onion from the shelf above them.

"Ngn... I cannot help it at all... your fingers are hitting all my best spots right now," she whispered back, bending her soft rear end backward to take the initiative and give herself a much better position against his hand. Not only that, but she subtly spread her legs a little wider so that he could have an even better view and angle, while the older man sat nearby looking at the two of them completely clueless.

"Wifey...? Are you both doing okay over there doing some cooking stuff...?" he asked, feeling a bit curious about the close relationship between the two of them. Of course, he could clearly see that they were whispering something to one another. But he thought it was completely normal for a family member or helper, so he did not mind it at all.

"Y-yes... ahn... we are doing very good over here, dear husby... how about you try to go to sleep first? I know you are so tired after taking such a long journey today... so why don’t you just take a quick nap?" Arielle quickly covered her mouth with her hand right after a loud moan accidentally escaped past her lips.

"I am fine, really. I will just take a proper nap when both of you are finally finished making dinner. Hehe, I missed your delicious cooking so much that I really wouldn’t mind waiting for just a little bit longer."

"Ngn... ahn... are you really sure about that, dear? You know it is always much better to eat something nice when you have finally rested enough..." Her soft pussy was dripping heavily with thick love juices now. Her sexual arousal was many times higher than what the husband could ever imagine just by looking at her back.

"Hm... it’s totally fine, wifey. I can easily eat my fill tomorrow anyway..."

*Damn, you are really persistent. I guess you won’t be having your good time tonight, old man.* Owen—or rather Wen—shook his head slightly. He was giving the husband a clear chance to remain completely clueless, yet the man kept pushing his face closer to the situation.

"Then please wait for just a bit longer, Dad. You know, it is always much better to finger... I mean, cook the dish when it is dripping wet with... pure love."

"Hmm? Dripping with love... hehe, you’ve got a great sense of humor, Wen. I guess you are really working hard for your future wife one day..." The older man felt deeply satisfied knowing he had raised such a helpful young man. A dish mixed with love... was obviously the best kind of dish in the world. That is, if it was real love—and not thick love juices!

"Yes, I am planning to create a lot more... ahem, special dishes, and I am currently doing some very important deed right here on this board..."

"Yeah... sure, that is definitely my good boy..."

"Thank you, Dad... I will make sure Mom moans a lot more... I mean, I will make sure Mom compliments my cooking a lot more." He checked the wet pussy he was currently stirring with his fingers. Guessing by the way things were going, he was doing a fantastic job with his special recipe.

"Haha... well, that is great for you. I will just be sitting here watching, so don’t worry about me." The older man suddenly heard something that sounded a bit strange. How could cooking make his wife moan like that? What a cheeky boy... making a woman moan usually meant doing something completely different... and yet both of them were supposedly just cooking, or at least that is what he could see from his angle.

"Ahah... ahn... yesh... dear... hehe, you better watch us closely... ahn... I need a bit more... ahnn... spice... Wen." She was getting extremely close to reaching her absolute peak, and it was almost time for her to make a messy, wonderful climax right there!

"Here, Mom, do you want me to do it even more? I can definitely do that if you want." The loud, wet sound of his palms hitting against her slick, wet mounds was starting to get a little too loud for comfort.

"Yesh... ahn... ahm... please grab that for me. I think I am getting really close... ahn."

"You mean you are about to finish cooking the dish for Dad right now, right?"

"Yesh... ahn... ahb... just a little bit more... Ngnn... give me more. Ahn... faster... Ngnn." Arielle lowered her head deeply toward the chopping board, not entirely sure if her clumsy acting was actually enough to fool her husband.

"What do you mean by faster, wifey?" The older man was completely lost for words, genuinely not understanding why she was making such strange, breathless sounds when she was supposedly just helping out with dinner.

"Ngn... ahn... I mean the frying pan, Husby... Owen needs to stir the pan and move it much faster... so that the food won’t burn... ahn... ah..."

"Yes, Dad, I am still learning how to cook properly with Mom. I am learning really fast whenever she guides me... with that much effort and wetness."

"Well, I am sure you will learn a whole lot more from your mom, Wen. Just hoping that you keep working hard." The older man felt somewhat intrigued by the strange conversation, so he raised his neck up a bit to look closer. Though he still did not find anything obviously wrong. He only saw his son’s hand resting on her back. Maybe he was just grabbing a kitchen tool... yes, definitely something simple like that.

"Ngn! Ahn... I am... Ngn... coming...! Ahn..."

"Mom, please don’t say things like that out loud. I know that you are just coming to serve the delicious dish for Dad..." He quickly pinned her palm flat against her own rear end, making sure her thick juices started spilling down onto the floor safely. Of course, he purposely blocked her opening with his hand so that it wouldn’t create a grand, splashing scene. It would be an absolute disaster if that clueless man saw her squirting like crazy right there in the middle of cooking.

"Ngn... ahn... ahn... I am so sorry about that little mistake... ahn," she panted heavily.

"I guess you really need to rest for a little bit now, Mom. So, I will just serve this finished dish to Dad instead." He reached over, grabbed a clean kitchen towel from the counter, and carefully wiped all the thick wetness clean off his hand.