Chapter 48: You Already Know I’m Your Bad Boy, Mom
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: You Already Know I’m Your Bad Boy, Mom
Unknown to him, Arielle felt a profound sense of crisis.
Morenne had visited her not too long ago, wearing a highly suspicious reassuring smile.
As a woman like a metal detector herself, Arielle could feel a pang of competition with just a single glance...
Leading her to conclude that Morenne was sneakily while smoothly trying to make a move on her territory!
It wasn’t because Arielle was greedy; she simply harbored a fierce unbending desperate desire to claim her son’s very first experience for herself.
Arielle knew such actions bordered on the taboo, but she couldn’t bear the thought of losing the ultimate prize to another MILF.
SHE MUST TAKE IT!
Since they weren’t biologically related, Owen was free to direct his affections wherever he pleased, making the escalating tension exempt from any true taboo.
Well...she doesn’t know that yet. Time will tell when that time finally comes...maybe today or the next day.
"How about you take me for yours, Mom~. I’m much more comfortable with that you know~," Owen murmured smoothly, lifting her body that’s like a feather into his arms without an ounce of effort.
"Oh my, so you truly want your mother to use that name exclusively? Hehe, you really are a mischievous boy." she whispered playfully, gently poking his chest to see his reaction.
"Of course, Mom. But why the sudden change in your approach though?" Owen questioned, growing a bit weary of the mysterious cat-and-mouse games.
He wasn’t a mind reader who could effortlessly know those handful of twists and turns of MILFS.
"...."
"Staying silent isn’t going to save you, Mom." Owen teased, boldly fondling her curves.
It was entirely futile for her to resist now that she was completely in his mercy... Arielle is not even trying anyway.
It was her own doing, leaping directly into his embrace, so he certainly wasn’t going to let Lady Luck...the luxury of admiring her busty figure in her usual housewife blouse partnered with her white apron with the word "Mom" go to waste..
Owen anticipated some playful resistance or a mild scolding, yet seconds passed by and she merely tightened her grip around his nape.
"You’re really not going to confess, Mom? I guess I’ll just have to put you down for now~" Owen decided to employ a bit of reverse psychology.
If she were secretly enjoying the gentle touch, then withdrawing and acting like a sulking youth would surely force her hand.
"No, please hold me, my dear Wen, don’t leave your mother standing alone like that." she pleaded, gripping his shoulders even harder, terrified of letting him walk away.
" Is that so, Mom?"
"Don’t...tease your mom like that.."
"Ohh, but is it normal for a mom to enjoy the touch of his son~?"
"I-it’s special! A special treatment by a son...got it? S-so it’s normal..." She turned her head sideways.
Her hair covering her already tomato red face...
She really said it! She really said the word!
The words...her deep true feelings that are hidden beneath.
What if it’s taboo?
It’s not like that kind of thing has never happened.
Morenne was already practically salivating over him, and Arielle could sense the danger.
That blonde busty MILF would never stop now that she tasted the kind of pleasure every MILF in the village could only dream of.
"Then tell me what brought about this sudden change, considering you were playing hard, just this morning." Owen smirked internally, realizing his tactical attacks were working like magic...again.
He recalled how cool, calculating characters in his favorite series always managed to pull the strings effortlessly.
Now, he was executing it perfectly.
"W-won’t you despise me after hearing what I have to say?" she murmured, looking up at him with vulnerable, pleading eyes.
"Why on earth would I? You’re my mom, and you will always be the absolute love of my life, through eternity."
No matter what kind of thing you think you have, Mom ~" Owen answered smoothly, playfully pinching her cheek until it blushed a deep crimson.
"You really are a bad boy now..." she mumbled softly, burying her face even deeper against his chest to hide her burning cheeks.
"You already know I’m your bad boy, Mom. I’m always your bad boy~" He lifted her slightly higher, onto the edge of the kitchen counter while she maintained her tight embrace.
Owen was already planning to thoroughly enjoy her mom’s blushing face.
A day and a half might not seem long to some, but to his ravenous desires, it felt like an eternity.
He had intended to harvest her fruits from the very beginning, but his initial, clumsy attempts had been thwarted.
Now that she was no longer shying away, he was ready to reap the rewards of his persistence.
He vividly recalled the sweet nectar, the two milkers he tasted the previous evening, and he wasn’t about to pass up the grand chance of indulging in her tasty milk once more.
It’s not a gacha... because it’s a perfect 100% drop rate.
"I-I just don’t want to share you with anyone else... you are my most precious treasure, my dear Wen..." she confessed under her breath, covering her eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
How could she allow herself to be so possessive, especially when moms were traditionally supposed to encourage their sons to seek out younger companions when the time was right?
"Ohh... then you really are a lewd mother, Mom. Desiring your own son like that~" Owen teased, lightly tapping her cheek to soothe her chaotic state of mind.
"Then I will proudly bear that title, just promise you won’t pull away from me..." She completely abandoned any lingering attempts to maintain her dignified facade.
She was well aware that her current behavior defied the strict standards of the village, but she could no longer help herself.
Owen’s divine cock had been so thoroughly burned into her imagination that she couldn’t banish the thoughts for a single second, no matter how hard she tried to resist her awakening desires.
She’s... already in love.