Chapter 222 - 223: Just Hurry Up

Chapter 222: Chapter 223: Just Hurry Up

Owen paused for a second, turning the idea over in his head as he considered all the logistics.

"That’s actually a brilliant plan... yeah, a completely perfect one," he nodded with a genuine grin, honestly surprised by how well she had thought it through.

"Then it’s an official date! I’ll need to start planning and prepping everything we need for tomorrow afternoon." Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her creative mind already racing with ideas.

’Hehe, looks like I’m going to have to shell out a bit of cash for tomorrow’s little excursion,’ Owen thought to himself with an amused smirk.

"But before we get ahead of ourselves... let me finish washing the rest of your body properly." She reached out, twisting the faucet handle to let a fresh cascade of warm water gush down into the tub.

"Are you happy, Mom?" Owen let his muscles completely relax against the edge of the tub, sighing contentedly. There truly was nothing quite like having your own mother pamper and wash you after a long day.

"I am more than happy just having you right here with me... and there, you’re all rinsed off. Now, it’s your turn to sit back while I take care of myself," she finished washing the remaining soap bubbles from his broad chest and shoulders.

"No wait... before you do that, let me clean your body, too," Owen interrupted gently, grabbing her waist to pivot her around. He effortlessly lifted her up, setting her down comfortably on the small built-in ledge of the tub.

"Ahn... but I’m already clean, I washed myself earlier so I’m perfectly fine," Arielle protested softly, though she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself. She sat there completely unbothered, proudly revealing her perfect round tits, her soaked pink pussy, and a neatly trimmed, triangle-shaped patch of pubic hair.

"Ah, but you missed a spot. This area down here isn’t quite clean yet," Owen murmured, slowly sliding his index finger downward until it brushed against the sensitive folds of her cunt.

"Ugh... uhn... ahnn... that’s my pussy you’re touching..." She obligingly parted her knees wider, bracing her hands back behind her to support her weight as a shiver ran through her body.

"Hmm? I know full well that’s your pussy, Mom, which is precisely why I brought it up. This sweet little spot of yours needs some deep, thorough scrubbing." As he spoke, a thick, transparent bead of natural arousal began to ooze from her slit, mixing with the bathwater.

"Ngn... ahn... you’re just fingering me for your own amusement. That’s not actual cleaning at all... ahn, ahn..." She looked down at him with a half-playful, half-accusing glare; she knew his playbook by heart by now.

"That’s entirely true, but who said anything about stopping at just my fingers?" Owen lowered his head, diving straight down between her thighs with single-minded focus.

Sniff... sniff... sniff...

"Ahh, you smell incredible... absolutely intoxicating, Mom," Owen mumbled against her skin, his warm breath making her flush an even deeper crimson.

"W-What...? There’s nothing to smell, you idiot. You know how it is when I’m on my period... those days are miserable enough without you making fun of me," she stammered, her face turning bright red from embarrassment.

"Haha... are you really getting this flustered now? I love tasting you, Mom, and your natural scent never fails to amaze me."

"Don’t say embarrassing things like that while your face is right there..."

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

"Heh, look at you getting all shy. I love seeing your flustered expressions more than anything," Owen chuckled, diving right back in with a renewed rhythm, using his expert-pointed tongue to slip deep inside her wet folds.

"Ngn... ahn... because you keep talking total nonsense... ahn, ahn... just keep licking me... ugh, I mean, keep ’cleaning’ my pussy properly." She spread her legs even wider as Owen gently pushed them apart, naturally opening her body into a full, shameless split.

Come on in, her body seemed to say. How could he possibly resist adoring and worshipping a pussy like hers? His tongue was practically exclusive to her body—and nobody else’s.

That single fact alone made her feel infinitely more special than anyone else in his life. It was also the exact reason she never harbored a single shred of anxiety about being neglected or replaced. Having Owen lavish this kind of intimate attention on her was the ultimate, unrivaled privilege.

"Ahn, ahn... that feels so good... keep going just like that, Wen," she gasped, lifting one trembling hand to start playing with her own heavy breasts. It was becoming nearly impossible to control her breathing as her arousal climbed rapidly toward a fever pitch.

’Ugh... ahn... I’m going to squirt all over his face in a minute if he keeps hitting those exact spots... ahn... why does he always know how to satisfy me this completely? I’m completely hopeless whenever he starts fucking with my head like this,’ Arielle thought, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.

How could a woman ask for anything more? He was handsome, tall, genuinely kind-hearted underneath that touch of scumbag mischief, emotionally intelligent, and blessed with an intimidatingly large cock. It wasn’t just a gift; it felt like winning the grand prize of life.

"Mom... slurp, slurp... are you feeling as amazing as you look right now?" Owen murmured, sliding two fingers deep inside her to tease her throbbing clit before spreading her walls apart with his index and middle fingers, putting her swollen pink bud on full display.

"Ngn... yesh... ahnn, ahn, it feels too good. I’m going to cum again... ahn..." She pinched her already-erect nipples harder between her fingers as her inner walls began to throb uncontrollably, her toes curling inward beneath the water.

"Then let go and squirt for me, Mom. I want to see the whole show."

"Ngn... you say that so easily... as if I’m some kind of endless fountain."

"Well, you are, so don’t even try to lie to me." Owen could feel her tight little asshole twitching rhythmically against the water’s surface.

’Hehe, she’s right on the edge now. Just a little more pressure... oh wait, let’s torture her for a second longer,’ Owen plotted with a wicked grin.

"Ahh... ahh... ahn... I’m about to—" Arielle choked out, but the intense buildup suddenly faded as Owen abruptly pulled back and stopped moving his tongue entirely.

"Ngn... ahn... please, don’t leave me hanging, let me squirtt... stop playing games with me, you brat!" she whined, instantly recognizing his favorite ploy.

"Only if you look me in the eye and admit what you want more than anything else."

"I want your cock more than all the gold and riches in the entire world... ahn, ahn!"

"Oh? And what about being my ultimate, number-one woman?"

"I already am... ahn, ahn... don’t make me say it out loud, you little demon... ahnn!"

"Then beg properly. I want my perverted mom to beg like a good girl." Owen grinned wickedly, giving her a multiple-choice ultimatum.

"I am a perverted mom... ahnn... and a filthy little slut exclusively for my son! Ahh, please, I’m begging you, let your mom squirt right on your face—make me cum, Wen!" she abandoned all remaining shreds of dignity, going all-in with a desperate, breathless plea.

"...Wow, you really went all out for that one."

"Just hurry up... ahnn, ahnn, ahnn! I’m cumming right now—nnn!"