Chapter 223 - 224: Than Last Night

Chapter 223: Chapter 224: Than Last Night

She screamed out in pure, unfiltered delight as Owen dove back down without a moment’s hesitation, his tongue working magic against her sensitive folds.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

A powerful, geyser-like shower of her love juices erupted directly from her core, soaking his face completely without a single shred of restraint.

"How incredibly cruel of you to squirt right in your son’s face, Mom. How could you possibly do such a thing to me?" Owen teased, wiping the warm fluids off his face with a laugh.

"Ngnn... ahnn... ahnn... I couldn’t help myself, it just happened..." she panted heavily, her chest heaving as she caught her breath after such an intense, explosive climax.

"Well, it looks like you’re going to need a lot more self-control from now on." Owen stood up tall inside the tub, pressing his semi-hard cock directly against the soft undersides of her heavy breasts.

"Ngn... ahn, ahn... let’s actually climb into the bathwater properly first," Arielle murmured, her hands immediately wrapping around his shaft, stroking him gently while keeping her eyes locked hungrily onto his.

"Oh ho? So you’re eager to get right back to it, are you?"

"Yes... I just feel so much more comfortable this way, leaning right against your body." She pressed her large tits together around his erection, instinctively giving him a warm, slippery titjob right there on the ledge.

"Before we do that, though... ahh, let me taste you just a little bit more. I know you’re not nearly finished yet." She leaned forward, parting her lips and beginning to lap at the twitching tip of his cock.

Slurp... slurp...

"I thought you said you wanted to take a normal bath, Mom."

"Ahn... yes... but it’s never a bad time for a little extra treatment..." Arielle let a thick string of saliva trail from her lips, the bathwater alone hardly enough to keep up with how slick she wanted to be.

"Argh... well, I certainly aren’t going to complain about that."

"Ngn, ahn, ahn... you really are a bottomless pit of energy, Wen." An adventurous, mischievous light suddenly danced in her eyes. "Oh, I have a fun idea."

"Oh? What kind of idea are you cooking up now?" Owen asked, genuinely surprised when she repositioned herself above the built-in seat, shifting into a precarious, high-arching squatting posture.

"Please... use your bare feet against me, ahnn... I want you to rub and tease my perverted pussy with your soles."

"You’re completely insatiable, and now you’re inventing new chores for my feet?"

"Hehe, I’m a greedy mother, what can I say? I want every bit of attention I can get."

She squeezed her massive breasts together with both arms while simultaneously slipping her fingers back down to her dripping entrance.

"Ahn, ahn... just look at my perverted little pussy. It’s practically begging for your touch, even your feet... ahnn..." Arielle moaned uncontrollably, her hips bucking slightly as she craved any form of intimate stimulation he was willing to give.

"Just look at you. What on earth do you think your husband’s face would look like if he walked in right now and saw you acting like this?" Owen obliged, using his wet foot to playfully press and slide against her soaked cunt.

"Eheh... why do you keep bringing that boring man up? He’s a total loser when it comes to keeping me happy... and honestly, I couldn’t care less about him right now," she grinned mischievously, completely dismissing her husband without a second thought.

"Argh... how can you be so ruthlessly terrible to him, Mom?"

"Eheh... you know what? I might even leave one of your used rubber wrappers right on his desk as a little ’welcome home’ present. It’s the best possible payment I could give him for working away from home for so long."

"Ahh... damn, that is pure psychological torture for a man who’s probably expecting his loving wife to greet him with a sweet, innocent hug."

"Ngn, ahn... you know damn well you won’t allow me to hug other men anyway. How could I ever embrace him without your royal permission?"

"You’ve got me there—fair point."

"Hmph... ahn, ahn... then hurry up and cum for me, because I’m going to swallow every single drop of your first load... hehe." She stared down greedily at his swelling length, knowing the climax was rapidly approaching.

"Argh... then come and get it, Mom!" Owen reached out to grab her heavy nipples, driving his hips forward with a sudden, rapid cadence.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"I’m cumming, Mom! Catch every drop and accept it willingly with your mouth!" Owen shoved deep inside her, refusing to give her a single inch of leeway.

"Ahn, ahn... yes... guckk, guckk..."

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

The heavy first load shot straight from his core, flying directly into her waiting, open mouth.

Gulp... gulp...

Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she swallowed the thick, warm cum with visible difficulty, her throat working hard around the volume.

’Ahn... it’s so thick and rich... next time I want to try deep-throating him right to the base,’ she thought happily, completely infatuated with the taste of him.

Her breasts were so enormous and round that only the top four inches of his rocking shaft remained visible above her cleavage.

"Suck my cock completely clean, Mom... that’s a good girl, keep it up." Owen gently patted the back of her head as she dutifully milked every remaining drop while his cock remained buried deep inside her mouth.

Gulp... gulp... gulp...

"Pwahh... ahh, ahn... thank you for the wonderful treat, Master," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick her lips clean and capture every stray trace.

"All right, time to finally slide into the actual tub together, shall we?"

"Mhm... carry me in." Without waiting, she leapt straight into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and playfully sucking on the sensitive skin of his nape.

"So, what’s our game plan for the rest of the bath? Got any specific positions in mind?" Owen asked, settling into the warm water with her straddling his lap.

"Hmm, the tub is already overflowing a bit... oh, how about we try doggy style right here in the water?"

"You really do have a soft spot for doggy style, don’t you? At this rate, we’re basically just two animals going at it in a watering hole." Owen brushed the tip of his nose playfully against hers.

"Ugh... I love it, especially when you throw in some good spanking. I adore getting manhandled hard by you." Both of them finally slid down into the comfortable depths of the tub, taking their sweet time to readjust.

"Well, I love that too... but how about we switch it up to a classic cowgirl position next?"

"Ngnn, ahn... I don’t mind at all, let’s do all of it... hehe, we still have plenty of hours to spare before the sun fully sets." She smoothly mounted his hips, expertly aligning his rigid cock with her soaked entrance.

"Fair enough. Let’s make the most of every single option on the table!"

"Mnhmm... ahh, ahn... yes, please, let’s enjoy every second of today... all the way until the night rolls in," Arielle whispered seductively, nibbling on his earlobe as she urged him deeper.

’Damn... this exact attitude is why I’m definitely going to end up knocking you up eventually, Mom. You’re unbearably sexy, and the way you wrap me around your finger is nothing short of masterclass.’

"This right here is pure, unadulterated lovemaking between a mother and her son. Ahh, it’s so wonderfully sweet... and so deliciously obscene," she murmured, a sudden blush dusting her cheeks as she thought about the absolute taboo of what they were doing right in the heart of the village.

"It fits us perfectly, though. We were simply meant to become one flesh, Mom."

"Ahn, ahn... yesh, we are completely intertwined now... so please, fuck me hard... even harder and deeper than you did last night."

"Until you completely lose your consciousness? Hehe, now that’s a challenge I’m more than happy to accept! Let’s ride this wave all the way through the night, shall we?!"

"Yesh... ahn, ahn... let’s do it!"