Chapter 52: I’m Not, Just A Bold One.
Chapter 52: Chapter 52: I’m Not, Just A Bold One.
Owen had no intention of treating them like mere trophies; if he was going to claim their hearts, Owen would treat each of them with equal care and devotion.
He knew that those busty MILFS required genuine affection and reassurance, so he made sure his compliments were entirely sincere.
Besides, he hadn’t even discovered how busty, Morenne could be yet; he still needed to exert plenty of effort to claim her fruit.
As for Pamela, her full potential also remained a mystery.
One thing was certain: these busty MILFS were completely unmatched.
’ Your imagination is running completely wild, Mom. Assuming I’ve already crossed the finish line with Aunt~’ Owen mused, highly amused that his suspicion was spot on.
Arielle and her delusions went overgeared and clearly overthought the situation, convincing herself that Morenne had her fair share which was precisely what made her so desperate to secure her own share of his affection.
No. Not just a share but a full product of affection for her lovely cheeky son.
"Ahnn... ahn... y-you are incredibly cheeky. It’s still bad, so it’s, ahnn... a big NO for now."
Arielle made an effort to make a big X using her hands, while she couldn’t control her sniffles.
"Sup... sup... Claiming it’s bad while you’re thoroughly melting from the attention? You truly are a pervert Mom, supsup " Owen thoroughly marked her neck, sucking them with enough intensity, leaving a trail of crimson bite marks of affection as he prepared to make her his own.
"Ahhnn... y-you still need to fully persuade me... ahnnn..." Her breathing grew increasingly labored.
Arielle’s pussy was completely saturated beneath her delicate housewife clothing. It’s even dripping, soaking the top and her lower part.
"Then I guess I’ll just have to work extra hard sup, sup," Owen murmured, slowly shifting his focus lower.
With the apron set aside, her magnificent upper body was showcased like an exquisite delicacy right before his eyes.
A cream and cake would be perfect, added with her pink cherries.
Life is good.
Arielle’s simple housewife dress provided an incredibly alluring view; the fabric barely contained her voluptuous body, leaving the smooth upper curves of her bosom fully visible for him alone.
Sniff.
"You smell absolutely divine, Mom. Were you so eager for your turn, that you deliberately perfumed yourself?" Owen buried his face directly between her ample mounds, inhaling the intoxicating, heavenly fragrance of a true top-tier MILF.
"I-it’s just... a mature woman’s scent... please don’t tease me by inhaling it..."
’Ahnn ahhnn, please make it rougher...ahnn ahn..’ while her thoughts...
Well, there’s no need for an explanation!
"It’s the signature scent of a spectacular MILF, Mom. You are officially banned from using that word from now on, alright.?" Owen decided it was time to completely re-educate her, stripping away her insecurities until she was entirely devoted to him...
It’s a MILF, not a woman!
Her pathetic husband had clearly been a terrible influence on her self-esteem, and that neglectful fellow deserved to be entirely eclipsed.
"M-MILF scent, is that truly a common term in your... world...?" Arielle’s composure was rapidly deteriorating under the steady barrage of his bold words, his modern slang was gradually reshaping her traditional mindset.
"Absolutely, Mom. We appreciate beautiful women every single day in my world, now, enough focusing on that~" Owen replied with his trademark shamelessness, treating the lewd concept as the most natural thing in the universe.
"T-then... does my scent truly please you.?" Now that Owen had dismantled her excuses, she could no longer hide her curiosity.
"You just want to hear me shower you with more praise, Mom."
"Oh my... ahnn, ahnn ahnn.." She gasped softly, completely caught in his playful trap.
"But I will take the bite, your unique fragrance is so addicting mom~"
"Ahnn, then you can have them..ahnn."
" My, my...what a perverted Mother."
" I’m not, just a bold one."
" Then let’s savor each other like a beast mom~"
"N-no...we are not a beast..."
"Of course, but you are like a beast though~"
Arielle was really prepared...even fighting back now.
Owen traced the deep valley of her bosom with his tongue, eliciting a helpless gasp from her.
Her body seemed to be composed entirely of highly sensitive zones, allowing him to tease her defenses at will.
"You smell incredibly sweet, Mom!" Owen offered one final compliment before reaching behind her to smoothly lower the zipper of her dress.
" Be mine from now on, Mom."
As the garment loosened, he gently guided the fabric down, making sure to smoothly slide the straps off her shoulders.
’Ohh!!!! Absolutely breathtaking I could worship these for eternity!’ Owen roared inwardly, at the magnificent view that was finally unveiled before him.
Her full, heavy curves were a vision of absolute perfection, boasting flawless, unblemished skin and beautiful, rosy crests that were completely erect while there was some wetness.
A faint, sweet bead of fluid was already visible at the tips.
With just a gentle touch, he knew he could harvest and savor that divine milk for himself.
’I’m incredibly grateful that you’re nowhere to be found, ’Father.’ I am going to thoroughly enjoy your wife’s sweetest treasures.’ Owen celebrated internally like a man who had just hit the ultimate jackpot.
He had become completely captivated by the taste the previous night, but that fleeting encounter had been far too brief.
To truly experience the depth of this privilege, he needed to enjoy it directly from the source.
"I’m going to taste you now, Mom. We need to have some " Taste Checking"." Owen murmured, his hands immediately cupping the undersides of her heavy warmth.
His fingers completely sank into her incredible softness, a sensation so comforting that he felt as though he could rest against her chest forever.
"Okay... please be gentle with me," she whispered, completely surrendering to the overwhelming wave of affection.
Sup... sup... sup...
Without a single moment of hesitation, Owen leaned in closer, his lips enveloping the erect nipples as he began to drink deeply.