Chapter 379: You’re still my sweet little Ethan

"Just... remember... Whether I’m your woman or not, you’re still my sweet little Ethan, okay?" Amelia’s lips parted in a trembling whisper, and Ethan’s eyes sparkled.

Finally!

Without hesitating for even a second, he designated Amelia and Ysara as his wives.

That alone pushed his number of Premium Gacha Tickets past five hundred and raised his monthly prestige gain to a full thousand.

Considering how much prestige he needed to advance his noble title, that was an absurdly high number.

Ethan’s eyes roamed over Amelia as she lay back on the bed, admiring in the sight of those gigantic, perfect, creamy tits.

He climbed onto the mattress, his knees settling on either side of his mother’s slender, delicate waist, the sheets sinking gently under his weight.

His hands moved to the buttons of his pants.

He undid the first one, and with a sharp snap, his thick, heavy cock sprang free from its confines.

The reddish glans dropped right into the valley between those massive breasts, a bead of pre-cum smearing across her milky skin.

Amelia moaned softly, her eyes lifting to meet her son’s gaze, a shy blush blooming across her cheeks.

Ethan just smiled, waving his hand, and a small bottle materialized from his spatial ring: lube.

Without hesitation, he flicked the cap open and raised the bottle above Amelia’s breasts, his cock already centered, resting above her sternum as if that were its natural place.

Turning the bottle upside down, he squeezed.

"Nghnn~~ i-it’s cold, Ethan!" Amelia whimpered as the cool liquid drizzled over her breasts and pooled on the tip of Ethan’s cock, which was surrounded on all sides except the top, like a sausage between the buns of a hot dog while someone spread mustard—well, lube in this case.

"It’ll warm up," Ethan said, pouring four generous streams over her milky skin before tossing the bottle back into his space ring.

His open hands descended onto those massive breasts, one on each, fingers spread as wide as they could go and still unable to come close to fully encircling them.

He worked his palms across his mother’s breasts, feeling the incomparable softness give way beneath them as he spread the lube.

Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed with every movement, his fingers sinking deep into that tender flesh that molded around them as if it had been made only to be squeezed.

Her breasts took on an oily sheen, glistening beneath the glow of the magic lamps, every curve gleaming as if carved from wet porcelain.

When he was done, Ethan gave each one a gentle pat, his hands slipping to the sides of her breasts and pushing them together.

The heavy flesh quivered at the contact, a slow tremor rolling across the underside of her tits before settling again into a lazy wobble, dense and thick like warm jelly.

"Nghnn~ E-Ethan! Be gentle with mommy... they’re sensitive!" Amelia said, her forearms pressing in on either side of her breasts, squeezing them together for him.

Ethan gripped the base of his own cock, guiding it down until the shaft was completely swallowed by those perfect mountains.

Amelia answered by increasing the pressure, squeezing those massive mounds of flesh tighter around him. The oily skin molded to every protruding vein, enveloping the shaft in a warm, slippery grip.

"L-let’s get on with it, darling... you can fuck mommy’s huge tits... mommy lives only to make you happy!" Amelia said, a strange heat coursing through her body, far more intense than the first time she’d had sex with Ethan.

Ethan obviously didn’t refuse, already drawing his hips back, his cock gliding through that vast expanse of oily, creamy skin.

When only the tip remained peeking between her breasts, he drove it all the way back in.

Plap.

"Aghnn~~!"

His cock was swallowed whole, and his hips slammed against the base of those massive Y-cup breasts.

A powerful shockwave surged from the base to the peaks of the twin mountains, dissolving into an obscene wobble against Ethan’s pelvis.

He pulled back once more and then thrust forward with all his might, a loud, wet slap ringing out alongside the high-pitched moan that spilled from his mother’s lips.

Ethan drew his hips back again. "Mom... you have the best tits in the universe... did you know that?"

He drove forward with everything he had, the slick flesh swallowing every centimeter of his length in a hot, suffocating embrace.

"Mgthnn~~ d-don’t say those embarrassing things, love!" Amelia complained, pouting, her flushed cheeks contrasting with the milky skin speckled with lube.

Ethan just smiled, quickening the pace of his hips, feeling the heat and softness of those enormous, heavy, silky mounds swallow his pelvis with every thrust.

Each impact sent a deep tremor rolling through her breasts, the ample flesh churning in slow circles, each pink nipple tracing small arcs in the air before being jolted again by the next collision of hips and flesh.

Those tits were driving him mad, and Amelia couldn’t hold back the force with which she crushed them against his cock, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping them clamped tightly around her son.

Ethan felt the pressure around his member climb higher, his cock sliding ceaselessly against the silky, creamy, oil-slicked skin, the hot, slippery friction growing more and more unbearable.

His fingers slid up and clamped around Amelia’s hard nipples, twisting and pulling them outward.

Under the pressure, a jet of warm milk spurted free, wetting his palm with hot, white strands.

Ethan grunted, burying his cock in those huge, perfect tits once more.

His balls contracted, and then, from the tip of his cock—twenty centimeters of meat swallowed up by those colossal tits—cum gushed out.

"E-Ethan! Aghnn~~ s-so much!" Amelia cried, feeling her son’s cum flood the narrow space between her breasts—a stream of absurd pressure and volume for any ordinary human bursting up from her cleavage, splashing against her collarbone, her delicate neck, and her face, a considerable amount falling straight into her open mouth.

Ethan’s cock kept ejaculating, jets of cum escaping from the front, back, and top of that tight squeeze of massive breasts, painting them in his hot, thick semen.

Each white strand marked the oily skin like vivid paint on a fresh canvas.

Amelia’s hands parted at last, her cum-drenched breasts slowly separating around Ethan’s cock.

Thick strands of pearly, viscous fluid stretched from one pale orb to the other, and from both to the throbbing member at their center, like the sticky threads of an obscene web of semen.

"Ah... looks like we’re going to need a shower now..." Ethan said, his voice full of satisfaction.