Chapter 220 - 221: Nerve

Chapter 220: Chapter 221: Nerve

"Okay... this is it, time for me to head back home," Owen said gently, lowering Stella carefully to the floor inside her doorway.

"Yes, young man, thank you for walking us back. Honestly, I don’t think Stella is in any condition to attend the festival tonight after what happened to her ankle," the older neighbor noted sympathetically.

"Well, that’s a real shame, hehe... but don’t you worry too much. The main closing events don’t officially kick off until 6:00 PM just as the sun starts setting, so there’s still plenty of time," Owen replied smoothly.

"Oh, so you’re planning to head down and check out the festival festivities too?" the woman asked.

"Yes, Auntie, I certainly wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity like that." Owen opened the front door wider and guided Stella carefully over to the soft living room sofa.

"Wonderful. Well, I suppose I should get going and let you two rest, but fret not—if we manage to catch our second wind later, we might just wander over to watch."

"That sounds like a plan. I’ll take my leave now, then."

"Goodbye, Wen... hehe, don’t you forget your promise later," Stella whispered with a mischievous wink, giving him a deeply teasing smile.

"Don’t fret, I’d never forget a promise like that. Take care of yourself, Sister," Owen said smoothly, blowing her a secret flying kiss that she caught in her hands and eagerly "devoured" with a breathless grin.

"Finally done for the afternoon. That took a lot out of me, but damn, it was worth every second," Owen stretched his aching muscles as he unlocked and swung open his own front door.

"Wen! You’re finally back!" Arielle immediately bounded over, leaping onto him like an excited tarsier and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"Careful, Mom, I’m filthy... I’m completely soaked in sweat..."

Sniff, sniff, sniff... "Wait a minute... that’s not just sweat. Something smells... bad, bad, too bad. Absolutely miserable! Tsk, tsk... what on earth have you been up to behind my back, my dear Wen?" she scolded playfully, poking him hard on the forehead and staring straight into his eyes. ℯℯ𝘭.

"Oh ho? Are you actually feeling a bit jealous over here?"

"Hmph! As if! Why on earth would I ever be jealous? Hmph... you silly boy, do you really think I’d fall for such a cheap provocation?" She huffed, puffing out her cheeks adorably while glaring straight up at his face.

"Haha, you look entirely too cute when you try to act tough, Mom."

"Hmph! You spend all afternoon enjoying yourself out there and then you have the nerve to flatter me?!" She pinched his waist, twisting the skin playfully with practiced fingers.

"Oww... that actually hurts... hehe... are you going to forgive me or what?"

"Hmph, absolutely not. You’re just a heartless little player with zero consideration for anyone else!" She pushed him away with a mock scowl, though she knew deep down that the chaotic afternoon had been a thrilling, one-of-a-kind experience.

"Oww, I’m sorry. But honestly, don’t you think you should at least let your favorite son take the very first fruit of the evening?"

"Because that’s just common sense! It’s completely natural for a mother to claim the first fruit, tsk... why are you even asking such a silly question?" She pouted like an absolute baby, unconsciously pushing out her chest to accentuate her large, round tits and full hips while wearing nothing but a tight kitchen apron.

"Haha, alright, then let’s march straight into the bathroom."

"Ahn... what do you think you’re doing?! You aren’t even remotely satisfied yet, and now you want to harvest a fresh pearl right here at home? What a terrible, sinful boy... oh god, what has become of my once-good son..." she began fake-weeping dramatically, though her eyes danced with excitement.

"Hehe... but this boy happens to be insatiably greedy, especially when it comes to my beautiful mom," Owen whispered huskily, sending a hot puff of air right against her sensitive earlobe.

"Hmph... pretty bold of you to say things like that. Haha, but I’m not falling for your cheap tricks a second time!" She hadn’t even prepared a proper change of clothes—no cute bikini, no special outfit! What a massive tactical loss.

’I really should have brought home a sexy lingerie set or a swimsuit... ah, I honestly didn’t expect things to escalate this fast,’ he thought.

"Ahh... no wait, I already took a proper shower earlier."

"Then you can take another one right now. A little extra cleanliness never hurt anyone, right?"

"Ngn... but... I really wanted to join the festival crowd down in the square..." She knew precisely what kind of wild wreckage would happen if she let herself get swept up in his games right now; there was zero chance she’d make it out to the festival afterwards, which felt like a terrible waste.

"Oh no, I’m afraid I can’t allow that. Remember, I’m far too greedy to share you tonight," Owen declared with a mock-serious expression.

"Why...? Don’t you actually want me to go down and enjoy the closing ceremony? That’s the most important part of the whole celebration!"

"Hmm? Not really, because I want you all to myself." Owen slowly stepped forward, gently scooping her up into his arms and carrying her toward the bathroom door.

"Ngnn... don’t you love me at all? Why won’t you let me go?!"

"So you really want to know the absolute truth?"

"Yes! I demand to know. It’s terrible to keep secrets from your own mother, got it? That’s bad... really, truly bad." She put on a hilariously serious expression, crossing her arms over her voluptuous chest.

"Alright, lean in close and let me whisper the real reason to you." Owen stepped closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he murmured his exact plans.

"....that’s..." Her face instantly flushed bright crimson from the roots of her hair down to her neck; Owen really was impossibly, scandalously greedy.

"Hmm? So I’m not allowing you to go anywhere, got it? Do you understand my terms, Mom, or do I need to spell it out louder?"

"Yes, I understand... but... but that’s completely unfair to everyone else in the village..." she stammered, her mind racing as she tried to process the sheer audacity of his proposal.

"It’s entirely fair, and besides, I have zero intention of acting like a well-behaved gentleman tonight." Owen shoved the bathroom door open, quickly stripping off his remaining clothes and helping her peel away her apron and dress, tossing everything straight into the laundry hamper.

"Ahh... t-that is way too wild even for us. Are you trying to cause a major scandal in the neighborhood?!"

"No, it’ll be fine—everyone is distracted by the festival, so it’s practically normal."

"Mhmm... but it feels so terribly strange... and unbearably hot in here." She practically had little wisps of steam venting out from her ears. Deep down, all she had wanted today was a quiet visit from her son, but things had careened entirely off the rails.

"Hehe, are you perhaps harboring a secret perverted streak, Mom? Do you want to experience the absolute threshold of—?"

Slap!

"Hmph! Say one more provocative word and I’ll skin you alive!" She put on a fierce expression, though she had gently slapped his cheek without a single ounce of real restraint.

"Oww... that actually stung a little bit..." Owen chuckled, rubbing his cheek with a grin.

"S-Sorry... for actually hitting you... but you were teasing me way too much!"

"I love you so much, Mom!" Owen beamed, wearing the absolute triumph of a victorious man.

’Keke, just look at her trying to act fierce... she’s so easily flustered. I definitely better not push my luck and tease her any further tonight,’ he decided with an inward smirk.

"Hmph... I love you too, my sweet boy. Just promise me you won’t ever speak about us that way to anyone else, okay? I belong completely to you... so no, you can’t tell the others."

"Alright, I promise I won’t do it again."

"Hehe, good boy... now come here and give me a proper kiss. Let me make it up to you and offer a little punishment for accidentally slapping my favorite boy," she giggled, her eyes softening as she realized just how deeply he understood a woman’s heart and desires.

"Oh, look at your volunteering. I love it when you take charge."

"Consider this my apology payment... don’t worry, just let me kiss you properly." She stepped closer, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her lips.

Smooch... smooch... smoochh...

Both sets of lips intertwined with a deep, intoxicating passion, the only sounds in the warm bathroom being the wet slide of their mouths and the steady rush of water filling the tub.

"Slup... sup... shlupp... pwahh, you’re getting dangerously good at this, Wen," she whispered breathlessly as they finally broke apart, staring up into his face with a look of genuine affection and a compliment for his kissing skills.

"I practice with the best teacher possible—my gorgeous mother, who taught me how a woman truly wants to be kissed." Owen grinned, reaching down to cup her heavy breasts and fondle them with a gentle, practiced touch.