Chapter 66: I’m Telling The Truth Here!
"You’re a liar, Mom~. Didn’t you teach me that lying is bad?"
"No, I’m not lying... I’m telling the truth here!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How awful, how bad, how despicable... saying that straight to your son’s face while you’re clearly begging for more, Mom." Owen cradled her; she couldn’t slip away anymore.
A prey already trapped and ready to be savored by the predator...
’Ahnn, am I really a pervert...? Why do I deeply love this... Ahnn. No, Arielle! Control... Control your pussy. NO! My mind... Oh, how could this be... Ahnn.’
Unfortunately or fortunately, the prey wanted to be savored, her thoughts drifting to cloud nine as she imagined an intense pounding.
"I—I said it before; I’m not lying!" At the very least... She could control her mouth from slipping.
"Then how could you lie that you don’t love getting your tits fondled, especially your sinful, erect nipples, Mom~?" He could feel a distinct wetness spreading under her blouse.
"I-it’s normal for an older woman to have that every morning!... ahhn... ahhn..." Arielle lied, of course; she had been turned on from the very beginning.
"Hoho! You can’t say that. Are you saying that you are like this every morning, Mom?"
"Y-yes! I’m like this every morning, so it’s normal today, too... ahn."
"What I meant is that you are perverted every morning, Mom~." Owen wanted to laugh so hard because she was so clearly lying. It was plain for everyone to see.
"Ahhn! You silly boy, of course not! Ahnn... ahnn..." Arielle had fallen for her son’s wicked teasing once again.
"Definitely, because you are perverted when I’m teasing you. You’re showing your spoiled side, Mom."
"..." Arielle was speechless; if she were in a boxing ring, she would have already been defeated countless times.
And now...
She was making a mess—not your typical mess, though... It was a blessing.
’Oh... It’s already filled with milk again. ’How much I love drinking from those heavenly MILFs while being treated like a baby.’ Owen thought about drinking that sweet milk from his mom again.
Sucking them was another spoiled-son treatment he loved the most. It was so sweet that he wanted to savor it for eternity.
"Ahnnn... s-stop now, my dear Wen... I’m already sensitive down there... ahhn..." Arielle was burning inside.
Her panties were getting soaked. The blowjob had already made her wet... She had controlled herself then, but getting her back rubbed with his cock while her nipples were being pinched was simply too much.
"But your body is saying otherwise, Mom. Don’t try to evade my question, Mom~." Owen slowly pulled down his pants.
"Aghnnn... b-but..."
"I already have everything memorized, Mom... saying that you don’t like it when you wanted it to begin with. How frivolous of you to act like that~." Owen raised his other hand and—
Spank!
"Eghnnnn!!" Her moan escaped, reaching the very furthest corner of the house.
"See... I’m not wrong. How bad... how bad..."
"Ahnn... ahnn... m-my mouth just slipped, my dear Owen... ahhn." Her hands were already gripping the tabletop... holding on for dear life.
"Not only a liar but also a shameless one. You are grounded for being a bad MILF!"
Spank!! Spank!! Spank!!
"Ahnnn... ahhnnnn... I-I’m not... It’s my body that won’t listen to me..." Her hands scraped against the table; only one more crucial hit and she would squirt! That would be terrible if she had to go to the meeting while soaked wet with her own love juices. Those MILFs were like hungry predators... They could smell something good even if it was miles away!
"Then how about we finally cross that bridge, Mom~?" Owen whispered into her ear as he prepared to try his luck... No, he would finally tame the liar, the shameless MILF... and not just any simple MILF, but his mother!
"Ahhn... I-it’s bad. Doing bad stuff in the morning is..." How could she think of something so wicked?
Arielle wanted to spread her legs, bend her body, and swat away the fragile protective barrier that was barely holding her fruit back—and early in the morning with her busy schedule, no less!
"Well... It’s not bad, Mom. It’s love between a man and a woman..." Well, who said his shamelessness was gone?
Calling a dirty, forbidden relationship between a mom and son "love" was just ridiculous! But that was exactly what he believed.
No, the blood relationship didn’t matter to him. There was nothing wrong with doing the deed when they chose to look past it.
If there’s a thrill... Then there’s a bust. And that bust was about to happen now, a morning bust, for sure.
"..." Arielle remained silent. What he said was so ridiculous that her brain couldn’t process any words.
"Then... I’ll take that as a yes, Mom~?" Owen guided her body to bend forward... an action her body gladly followed without fighting back.
’Ohh!! I never thought that I could finally harvest my mom’s fruit! ’Owen roared in his mind as the pole was finally about to reach the hole!
’The early bird gets the worm... Hehe, I’m a genius.’ He pulled aside Arielle’s simple dress, showing the full beauty of her being.
Another pair of black panties... But these had intricate designs on them, and just like before, they barely covered her asshole and pussy.
"J-just... do it gently, okay? And we do it quickly, okay?" Arielle had finally had enough; her pussy was already screaming in protest at her blatant desperation.
"Just forget about the festival, M-mom. We will fuck like beasts until you are finally satisfied~." Owen slid her panties to the side, revealing her pink pussy that was already dripping wet and her asshole... perfectly clean, just like what he had seen last night.
Though it was much clearer now as the bright morning sunlight entered the house.
"N-no... I will get my a-ass roasted..." she said, unable to forget the terror of the grandmother. That was why Grandma used to call her a crybaby, because she always cried every single time... Well, Grandma had been a strict woman back then.
"Hmm... well, it depends on your performance, Mom~." Owen rubbed his bare cock between her ass cheeks, forcing her head to bow down.