Chapter 140: Chapter 139: 69
"I absolutely will, Mom. I’m going to marry you and raise a whole soccer team of kids to fill up our house," Owen replied, carrying her straight toward the steaming bathroom. The exhausting day had taken a heavy physical toll on his body, and he desperately needed to wash off the sweat.
"Hmph, cheeky as ever after you went off and cheated on me all day," she pouted, though her flush and body language betrayed her true delight.
"Oh? Are you jealous that I went all out to help those desperate women in need, Mom? Or perhaps you’re just greedy and want to keep your son all to yourself?"
"Hmph, think whatever you want! You didn’t come home early, so I am definitely going to punish you for making me wait. I’m your mother, so it’s my absolute privilege to get the largest share of your attention!" Her slender hand slid down his torso, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head.
"Fair enough, Mom. You sound greedy, but you somehow make it sound so logical," Owen said with a grin, untying her apron. There was no need for either of them to act shy anymore.
They had already crossed every line the previous day, and Owen had even given her his exclusive tongue technique—a special treat reserved strictly for her.
"How about we try the 69 position tonight, Mom? I’ve been wanting to try that out; it’s supposed to be one of the best mutual tasting positions."
"O-Oh? What kind of strange position is that...? No, don’t try to distract me to avoid your punishment! I’m taking you straight into the bath, so don’t even think about fighting back!" She quickly unbuttoned his trousers, while Owen helped slide her blouse off her shoulders, tossing the discarded clothes into the laundry basket.
"Well, after this bath, let’s sleep together in the big bed again, Mom."
"H-Hmnn, that goes without saying! You already filled my womb to the brim with your spoiled seeds, so it’s your full responsibility to cuddle with... m-me." She felt a sudden wave of shyness uttering those words out loud. Her pitiful husband had no idea that his wife and son were regularly turning the marital bed into their private playground.
"Yes, Mom. Let’s get into the bath." Owen stepped forward, her weight feeling completely effortless in his arms. Besides, who could possibly complain when two massive, milky mounds were resting right in front of his nose?
"Oh, the water is already nice and hot..."
"I knew you’d want a hot bath the second you got back, so I prepared everything beforehand. Don’t ask how I knew—it’s motherly instinct," she whispered softly. Taking the initiative, she leaned in and sealed his lips with a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for air.
Suck... supp... smooch... supp...
Mom always knows best. Ahh, my first real kiss after that ridiculously long session, Owen thought, closing his eyes as he savored the sweet, natural taste that belonged exclusively to him.
’Ahh, I’m so weak whenever I’m with my dear Wen... ahh, I prepared myself for this all night... I want more. Please fuck me harder, my dear,’ Arielle cheered internally. After their very first intense session, she had fainted from exhaustion, but she was fully recovered now and ready to make up for lost time.
"Pwahh...! You’re getting so much better at kissing, my dear Wen. Did you cheat on me and kiss other women while you were out?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she playfully glared at him like a suspect.
"Are you jealous again, Mom?"
"Hmph! You bad boy..."
"Haha, you’re so cute when you act like that, Mom." Owen smiled, her adorable pouting making his heart melt.
"It’s because you’re such a naughty boy! Don’t you love your mom?"
"I love you with every single beat of my heart, Mom. And for your information, I didn’t cheat on you. Heh, I only kissed my mother’s lips all day... and her wet pussy." Owen carefully stepped down into the deep bathtub.
Fiwshh! Splash! Splash!
The warm water splashed over the edges as they settled into a comfortable, intimate position. Owen leaned his back against the sloped tub, while Arielle sat right on top of him, her full breasts, pink areolas, and hardened nipples practically begging to be sucked.
"S-So it was really only me...?"
"Yes, Mom. My role as the Savior is just to help those who need it, so I strictly restrained myself."
"Oh... that’s good. No, that’s absolutely perfect!"
"Haha, look at your face, Mom—you’re blushing so hard." Owen gently gathered her long hair, pinning it up into a loose, messy bun. A few stray wet strands clung to the nape of her neck, making him gulp.
’Fuck it... I don’t care if I look like a total simp, I can’t hold back around her.’ Owen’s eyes locked onto her breathtaking face. She had lovely brown eyes, a flawless oval face, a high nose bridge, and soft, plump lips that could only be described as absolute perfection.
"W-Why are you staring at me like that, my dear Wen? Is there something on my face...?"
"No, Mom... there’s nothing on your face. You’re just perfect." Owen leaned in without hesitation, capturing her lips once again as an intense second round of kissing unfolded between them.
Supp... supp... smoochhh...
Owen slid his hands up to grope her massive breasts, kneading the soft, heavy flesh with deep care and affection.
"Ahnn... ahnn, touch me more, my dear... ahnn, yes, your hands feel so good right there..." Refusing to just sit passively, Arielle decided to make her own move.
’Argh, where on earth did you learn this trick, Mom?! It feels so insanely good!’ Owen gasped internally as she teased him back, tracing her soft fingers lightly across his flat nipples.
Splash... splash... splash...
Arielle began grinding her hips slowly up and down, rubbing her plump, wet labia against his hard shaft to clean him off in the bathwater.
The erotic sight made his blood boil with instant arousal.
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