Chapter 53: Suck Them Harder
Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Suck Them Harder
"Ahnn drink my milk, my boy... ahnnn... ahnn..." She gently caressed his hair, gazing down at the handsome boy...
The entire experience felt like a magnificent dream, a fantasy so profound that she wished it could last for eternity.
She no longer cared about taboos; son or not, Owen would always be her cherished boy, the cheeky youth she had personally raised.
She couldn’t logically explain what had truly happened, but she had lived those memories, and that was the only truth that mattered.
As for her husband well, that oblivious, pathetic man would simply provide for Owen’s future legacy.
He would take care of his own "child" without knowing the truth.
He was the husband, so it was his role to care for his wife’s future addition to the family.
...
’Ahhh!!! This is incredible! It’s practically a hundred times better than yesterday! I need to savor every drop!’ Owen’s consciousness soared into cloud nine; her rich sweetness was the absolute ultimate prize.
He realized he could no longer live without this indulgence; he wanted to suck her milk every single day, all day and all night without a moment’s pause.
"Sup... sup... sup... This belongs entirely to me now, Mom" Owen murmured, looking up to find her smiling with genuine MILF mom warmth.
"Ahnn... ahnn... o-of course... hehe, you can enjoy them as much as you like, my dear Wen... ahnn... ahnnn." She was genuinely overjoyed, her soft voice completely intertwined with her breathless moans.
*Ahnn, suck them harder, my dear Wen, ahnn... more... more, make me your woman... ahnn.’ If Owen could hear her thoughts then his nose would have already lost a bucket of blood.
"Sup... sup... then I am going to claim them completely." Owen applied a bit more pressure, causing her to quiver from the raw, carnal sensation.
She was losing her sanity to the boy she raised, as it was thoroughly melting her remaining defenses.
"Ahnn... take it all, ehe, enjoy my milk, my dear Wen~"
Owen closed his eyes as he smoothly transitioned to the other side.
Her natural bounty was truly spectacular, boasting milk that was absolutely worthy of a top-tier MILF.
He then lightly pinched the erect nipples, twisting them with gentle care.
"Nghh~nn... so good, harder, my dear Wen... please tease it harder..."
"Supp, you’re something, Mom"
"N-no... I’m not... ahnn, just, just a practice... ahhnn."
"Supp... what kind of practice are you talking about, Mom~?"
"To help out you spoiled boy... ahnn... ahnn."
"Aren’t you savoring the practice too much? You love getting your nipples teased and you call it practice? Sup, sup."
"D-don’t say anymore, my dear Wen... ahnn... ahnn, suck them harder ahnn..."
The dual stimulation of the sucking and pinching caused her eyes to roll back slightly as she arched her spine against the counter.
Receiving such intense attention was far more than an already sensitive, pent-up MILF could handle; her pleasure spiked straight into the heavens.
.....
"Pahhh!!! Hehe, this is officially my exclusive property now." Owen smiled triumphantly, savoring the residual sweetness after minutes of intense indulgence.
Arielle was left so thoroughly overwhelmed by the sensation that she could barely sustain her breathing, yet her soft sounds didn’t cease...
"Ahnn... hahn... hahn, hehe, you are already spoiled. Ahnn." Arielle’s fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her body trembling on the verge of squirting from the sheer intensity of his sucking.
Owen made soft bite marks around the nipples, stamping his absolute ownership over her titties and nipples.
"It’s completely mine now, Mom, got it? Don’t even think about sharing a single speck of your milk with Father, alright?" Owen demanded possessively, entirely unwilling to divide his prize.
His pathetic father would just have to remain in his place a pitiful, forgotten figure in the background.
"Oh... my, your father isn’t even here... ahnn... my demanding boy." She managed to salvage a remnant of her sanity, teasing him right back.
"Oh... so you’re admitting that you belong to me completely now. That means I can savor you all day and night without ever stopping, right, Mom?" Owen retaliated, lightly flicking the erect nipples and sending a sharp jolt of electricity straight through her core.
"Ahhnn... w-who knows? Perhaps you will~" Arielle countered, refusing to remain entirely on the defensive.
While he had been thoroughly occupied with her titties, her hands had already deftly slid his upper garments from his shoulders.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
She traced her tongue across his chest, as a string of saliva remained on his skin.
The raw, carnal heat between them was more than enough to make them enter the place of heavenly pleasure.
’Ohh!! I didn’t even order you, Mom yet you’re already taking such a bold action!’ Owen felt his blood rush to the absolute limit as she smoothly targeted his own chest, swirling her tongue with an intoxicating precision that forced him to briefly close his eyes in pure satisfaction.
He was already so thoroughly eager to lose himself in her that he could barely restrain his boiling blood; still, he forced himself to control his urges...
Given his typical luck, however, he half-expected some ridiculous cliffhangers just as things reached a crescendo.
He silently prayed to the heavens that no outside force would dare disrupt them now.
[ You never truly know what the future holds host.]
Owen didn’t even bother reading the floating text of the system notification, far too occupied with his current pursuit to care about cosmic commentary.
He gently guided Arielle’s legs wider across the kitchen counter, his hands smoothly moving to gather the hem of her housewife blouse.
It was a perfectly lovely garment, so he had no desire to tear it; besides, lifting and bunching the fabric around her waist would provide the perfect, unhindered access he desired.
’Hoho... I am genuinely awestruck by the spectacular figures these busty women possess. Even her thighs are entirely unblemished, an absolutely flawless jade.’ Owen marveled silently, thoroughly captivated to her soft skin that was beneath his touch.