MILF VILLAGE: Taming MILF'S WIth My Broken System!

Chapter 148: Chapter 147: Soaked Ground

"Heh, so you clearly didn’t expect your brilliant little plan—to enjoy a long, dirty fucking session with me inside the barn—to get foiled like this so quickly."

"Nghn... I really didn’t mean for this to happen... I don’t want him to find out... ahn... a single thing about us...!"

Damn, so this is how the thrill of cheating feels. Heh, as pitiful as it gets for the husband, Owen mused internally. He felt zero guilt for the poor bastard; such an outcome was completely inevitable given the man was packing nothing more than a pathetic little twig.

"Don’t fret so much, Morenne. No one is ever going to find out that you’re in here shamelessly devouring my cock... besides, doesn’t have your husband so close by make your pussy squeeze even tighter?"

"N-No... ahnn, don’t say that... it’s a secret... it has to stay our dirty secret... ahnn!" Her frantic mind raced to find a quick solution. The only viable option left was to retreat into the darkest corner of the barn while keeping the deed going!

"Yes, yes. It’s our absolute secret." Owen drove his hips forward with another heavy, punishing thrust, the rhythmic thrumming of the tractor engine growing louder by the second right outside.

The man was practically at the threshold, which meant it was time for Owen to switch into full covert-ops commando mode.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngnn... ahnn! I can’t hold my moans back... ahnn, please shove it in more gently... ahn!"

Pah! Pah!

"Cover your own mouth, Aunt. My cock is just too big for you, so even when I barely move, you end up squealing like a desperate slut." He shifted his grip expertly, locking her left leg firmly over his broad shoulder with his left arm while stretching his right hand around her throat.

"Say it. Say, ’Choke me, daddy.’ I want to hear your voice say those exact words."

"Nghn, I can’t... breathe properly... ahnn... ahn..."

"That’s completely normal, so hurry up and say it. You really are a handful, you slut." Owen tightened his grip around her neck just enough, completely unbothered by the trail of slick saliva running down the back of his hand.

"Nghn... choke me, daddy... ahnn, choke me, daddy...!" She felt her body coiling up for another massive squirt, the insane sensory overload pushing her straight toward the absolute peak of ecstasy.

"Yes, but you’re not nearly loud enough! Scream it! I want to hear your dirtiest, slutty scream, Aunt! That pathetic uncle of mine can’t hear your moans over that loud engine yet, so make it count!"

"Nghn! Choke me, daddy! Ahnn, choke me, daddy! Harder... ahn... ahnn, harder! Don’t you dare stop, daddy!"

"Yes! Moan more for me, my slutty little daughter! I’m about to blow another massive load deep inside your womb, so scream to your heart’s content!" He was operating as a pure breeding machine now, working overtime without a single trace of fatigue.

"Nghn... please cum deep inside your daughter’s pussy, daddy! Fuck me harder... ahn... I’m about to cum so hard!" She knew this golden opportunity might be her only chance to indulge like this, so she was determined to savor every fleeting second of the thrill!

"I love you, my daughter... now accept my warm cum and bear my child! You’re my slutty Aunt and my precious daughter from now on!"

"Nghn! I’m cumming, daddy! Ughn!"

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

Squirt! Squirt! Squiirtt!

Both of them reached a earth-shattering climax at the exact same instant. His hot semen flooded her interior and spilled out over her thighs, dripping down to the floor, while a violent fountain of her love juices sprayed out, adding to the growing mess. Thankfully, the barn floor was made of dark, packed dirt that absorbed the liquids quickly.

Damn, I just hope my pitiful uncle doesn’t manage to spot this dark puddle of juices on the ground when he walks in, Owen thought, dragging his feet slightly as he prepared to bury the evidence.

"Nghn... w-what should we do now... daddy...? I don’t want to get caught by that bad man while doing such naughty things with my daddy..." Her mind had completely drifted off into cloud nine, fully immersed in the filthy roleplay.

"Heh, I’ve already spotted a much better hiding spot to finish what we started. Don’t worry about a thing; I’ll carry you, my daughter." Owen scooped her trembling body effortlessly into his arms, carrying her straight toward a dark, shadowed corner behind a massive pile of stacked timber.

It was the absolute perfect hiding spot to continue pounding her while her oblivious husband hovered just a few yards away.

"Ngnn, am I not too heavy for you, daddy...? Please don’t strain yourself on me..."

"You’re not heavy at all. I could carry a sweet girl like you around all day long without feeling a single shred of tiredness." The high level displayed on his system status screen certainly wasn’t just for show.

Directly beneath his main interface, four primary stat bars were displayed, each capable of being upgraded across 10 distinct tiers: Strength, Intelligence, Talent, and Charisma. Naturally, he rarely bothered checking them anymore because most of his stats were already completely maxed out, especially his Talent and Charisma metrics.

As for the remaining two physical stats, they had previously been sitting around 7/10, but over the course of his recent activities, they had steadily climbed up—now sitting at a formidable 9/10 for Strength and a perfect 10/10 for Intelligence.

"Now, enough talking. It’s time for us to resume the deed. Wrap your arms tightly around me, my daughter, and I’ll handle all the heavy work while you try your best to stifle those lovely moans."

Owen thrust his cock again into her soaking, tight canal, just as the roaring hum of the heavy farm machinery abruptly cut out. He had finally arrived at the barn entrance.

"Arf! Arf!"

"Don’t bark like that, Jack! I know you’re excited about getting back out there for another long grind in the fields," the man’s gruff voice echoed into the structure.

"Arf! Arf!"

"Haha, I’m not listening to you, boy! I’m not taking a break—not right now, Jack. My lovely wife can say whatever she wants about me resting, but you and I both know I have to keep working for our future," he grunted affectionately, shuffling his hand through the dog’s coarse fur before stepping straight up to the heavy barn door.

"Hmm? Now why on earth is this door resting open like this? Did I really forget to lock the heavy latch properly yesterday evening?" The aging man paused, staring down in confusion at the thick wooden timber that usually barricaded the entrance, which was now set casually to the side.

"This is strange... did some vulgar intruder slip inside here? No, that’s impossible for this village... maybe I’m just getting old and completely forgot about it yesterday." He pushed the heavy wooden door wider. It was completely natural for an aging farmer to start forgetting small details every now and then.

"Arf! Arf!"

"I know, Jack. Heh, let me step inside first. We just need to grab a few tools from the rack." He walked into the dim interior, his head turning slowly left and right to inspect the shadowed corners for anything out of the ordinary.

Naturally, he didn’t spot anything unusual at first glance... except for a dark, suspicious patch of wetness spreading across the dirt ground near the main partition.

"What in the world is happening right here? Why is the ground this soaking wet... so strange..." He bent his creaky knees, thoroughly baffled by the sight.

"Hmm... why does this lingering smell seem so strangely familiar? Hmm, I don’t get it... come over here and check this out, Jack."

...

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Don’t make a single sound, my daughter... don’t you dare make a sound or else we’ll get caught by that bad man," Owen whispered directly into her ear, his warm tongue flicking over her sensitive earlobe to keep her completely captivated.

"Ahn... ahn... okay, d-daddy... I won’t make a single sound... ahn, I’ll hold my voice back just for you, daddy..." Morenne’s toes curled inward in sheer erotic agony. Hearing her husband’s footsteps just a few yards away sent a massive surge of adrenaline straight to her core, making it remarkably easy for her to play along with the dirty script.

’Good God, her tight pussy is milking me for all I’m worth! She gets exponentially turned on knowing that pathetic man is standing right outside our hideout!’ Owen thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Her inner walls clamped around his thick length with insane pressure, forcing him to exert real physical strength just to drive his shaft all the way back in.

"Ahn... ahnn, daddy... I can’t hold my pussy back anymore... please do it a little slower... ahnn, I’m about to cum again... ahn!"

"Lick my chest and keep your mouth shut. Express all your pleasure quietly and don’t hold back..." Owen commanded softly, lifting her entire upper body higher into his chest.

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