Chapter 201 - 200: Busy

Chapter 201: Chapter 200: Busy

"Ha... ha... I guess you’re right..." The man let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief... convincing himself once more that he was simply overthinking everything due to sheer exhaustion.

"Ehe... yes, Dear. Owen is busy making a baby... uhh, I mean, he’s just my sweet little baby..."

"Yes... ahah... sorry for overthinking everything. I must just be exhausted, yes... really tired," the man murmured, leaning heavily against the wall as he tried to purge the scandalous images forming in his mind.

"Ahn... ahn... so, dear... you don’t have any immediate plans to take a vacation anytime soon, right?" Arielle spread her buttocks wide, holding her own cheeks apart to make Owen’s penetration as seamless and deep as possible.

"You’re truly addicted to my cock, Mom, if you’re acting this shamelessly while talking to him."

"Ahn... ahnn... D-Don’t say such embarrassing things! This is purely for the massage... and for the good of everyone involved..."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Are you sure about that? You’re begging for anal far more desperately than I ever imagined." Owen brought his palm down hard against her trembling rear, delivering three fresh, stinging spanks. It was the affectionate discipline of a devoted son ensuring his mother was thoroughly satisfied.

"Ahn... ahn... I can’t help myself! You keep shoving your thick cock inside me over and over again until I can’t help but fall completely in love with it..." Arielle whimpered, her libido soaring to unprecedented heights as she begged for more.

"Heh, focus your attention on Father. Convince him not to come back anytime soon... it’ll be much more of a surprise for him when he returns to find you bearing my child in the future, Mom."

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn... you really are such a bad boy... hehe, my sweet boyfriend and lover."

"Haha, that’s right, Mom. And don’t forget that you’re wearing a school uniform right now!" Owen wanted to try every conceivable scenario with Arielle—lingerie, an apron, a gym uniform, a cheerleader outfit, and even a bunny suit. Absolutely everything.

’I’ll definitely make her wear all of those. I’ll ask her... or maybe she’ll take the initiative and surprise me again,’ he thought.

"Ahn... ahn... eutt... eutt... dear...?"

"Uhh... yes, I do have a plan to come home, dear..." The man forced himself to stop those degrading thoughts. Owen was just a boy, after all... simply taking a relaxing trip to the village to enjoy his mother’s home cooking.

He had no idea that Owen was savoring far more than just her home-cooked meals; he was thoroughly enjoying every single inch of his mother’s body.

"Eutt... eutt... euttt... W-When exactly are you planning to come back?"

"I have a plan... maybe in about a week or so."

"Why don’t you extend that trip for a bit longer...? Say, maybe eight months..." Arielle suggested slyly, picking the most convenient timeframe—by then, she would either be cradling a newborn or showing a fully developed pregnant belly.

"Ahh... don’t you want me back home to take care of your body? Owen might not be massaging you properly if you’re making those kinds of sounds." The man felt a spark of desire returning, misinterpreting her breathless moans as a sign of need that only he could satisfy.

"Eutt... eut... ahn... agn... My dear Owen is doing a fantastic job, dear! Ahn... you don’t have to worry about a thing. He’s hitting all my best spots..." Arielle had no intention of letting that pathetic man interfere. Owen was the only man who mattered in her life now.

"Ahh... don’t be like that. I really want to spend some quality time with you." The man’s pulse quickened as he tried to initiate a more intimate, playful conversation with his wife.

"Ahn... ahn... no can do, my dear. I’m not really in a position to have that kind of time... ahn... right now. And don’t go saying things like Owen is right here... fucking me." She cleverly pressed her thumb over the microphone just as she uttered the final two words, ensuring he only caught the innocent parts of her sentence.

"Ha ha... I keep forgetting that Owen is right there giving you a massage... once he’s finished, let’s have our private talk."

"Eutt... eutt... ahh... I honestly don’t know when this massage will end... so I really can’t say for sure..."

"...Hah... sorry to hear that. Well, regarding my travel plans... I definitely need to take a vacation soon. I miss seeing your beautiful face, dear."

"Ahn... ahnn... you miss me that much?" Arielle glanced back at Owen with a seductive smile... if her husband truly insisted on visiting, it would simply serve as his permanent, bittersweet farewell.

"I miss you terribly. I want to hold your body close and have a wonderful time together..." The man pressed a kiss against the receiver, completely pushing aside all the suspicious clues. He was far too naive, willingly believing that his son would never do such a thing to his own mother.

"Ahn... ahn... you’re such a pervert... eutt... eutt... but unfortunately, I won’t be able to do any of that with you, dear."

"...What are you talking about?"

"I mean... ahh... ahn... it’s nothing. So... a week from now? You’re definitely coming back then?"

"Yes, I want to see you so badly. Hehe, and let’s make sure to do all those special things together. I know you’ve been craving that kind of affection from me..." he whispered intimately into the phone, wanting to keep their conversation private.

Unfortunately for him, Owen was relentlessly fucking Arielle raw at that very moment. And he had no intention of allowing another man to touch what was now strictly his property.

"Tell him it’s fine if he visits, Mom, but make it clear that you won’t be doing anything intimate with him."

"Eutt... eutt... is my dear son getting jealous...? Ahh!! Ahnn!"

"Jealous, you say? Heh, I’ll stop fucking your tight cunt right now if you say that again. I bet you can’t even go a single day without my cock inside you, Mom." Owen tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back forcefully.

"Ahn... ahn... grab my hair... pull it harder... harder... aahn... ahn..."

"Tell me right now—do you want my cock inside you or not?"