"Yet you like it? How obscene you are, Mom, to enjoy such a thing~." Owen was not going to act like a fool anymore... slow burn, my ass!

He simply needed to use his assets to their full capacity and make her fragile defenses crumble... easy as that.

He had learned that lesson after doing the deed with her aunt, Morenne...her affection had skyrocketed the moment he made a bold move and utilized everything in his arsenal.

"Ughnn... I-I don’t... You silly boy." She shifted her hips, trying to escape the hard rod... but her attempt only made it dig deeper into her trench, as her voluptuous assets trapped it even further when she tried her best to pull away.

"Hoho you say that even while you are embracing the very thing rubbing against your back~? Aren’t you ashamed to lie in front of your son, Mom~?" Owen leaned his chin on her shoulder as he whispered into her ear, turning it completely tomato red... the flush spreading all the way down to her neck.

She couldn’t utter a single word in rebuttal, because her body was the one begging for it.

"Ughnn... n-no, I didn’t mean to. It’s just because of my nature... my old—I mean, my body’s physical features, my dear Wen." She tried to fight back, but it was hopeless as Owen targeted her hands.

He formed an ’okay’ symbol with his fingers and slid them over hers, moving them back and forth with great vigor as she tried her best to wash the plates.

It was a breeding sign... and Owen was doing it directly to his mom!

"You clearly love it, Mom. Why not be honest tonight~?" he whispered again, like a demon coaxing an innocent soul toward his wicked plan.

Ding!

[ The most notorious protagonist "Fang Moan" would bow and grovel before your shameless acts. Be a decent son once, for God’s sake! ]

Owen felt like the name of the mentioned protagonist was quite... strange?

The teasing and mocking from the system assaulted his ears like a rising tide... but he didn’t care as he continued his relentless assault.

Why would he even stop when she was clearly enjoying the ordeal?

He could hear the heavy breathing of a busty MILF who secretly loved the thrill of such scandalous acts!

Still, he refrained from pushing too far; he wasn’t completely rubbing his rod intentionally, because it was already bulging so intensely.

He simply needed to move his body to reach the sink... so it was somewhat intentional and unintentional at the same time.

Arielle, however, didn’t know that, as she fully indulged in the hot pressure against her ass.

"Ughnn... it’s almost finished, my dear Owen," she murmured as she wiped the final plate, intending to escape from the wicked embrace of her boy.

"Is that so? Then that ends it... I guess~?" Owen reached for the last dish and put it away in its proper place.

"..."

She shifted her weight slightly, as if she wanted more but was too timid to express it in words.

Arielle was clearly disappointed that her son had given up just like that; she secretly wanted to be pushed even harder.

But what she heard next made her heart flutter.

"How about we stay like this a little longer, Mom? I missed you so much, so how about I hug you as payback for this morning?" Owen whispered into her ear like a doting husband comforting a wife with mood swings.

Arielle was not thinking straight anymore; she wasn’t even processing that the man holding her was the same boy she had once cared for as a baby.

She wouldn’t even be pleasuring herself if she were still thinking strictly as his mother, and even now, his rock-hard cock was rubbing right against her back.

"Okay... hug me, dear Wen, but only for a few minutes." Her fragile shield crumbled like snow splattering against a wall hit by a powerful force.

"Then I will gladly take it, Mom~" Owen moved his hands just below her chest, touching her gently.

"Is your back not hurting, Mom, from carrying these massive tits of yours?"

Owen asked with a sincere voice; he was genuinely curious about how she could move comfortably with those heavenly melons all day long.

Owen had even experienced a major issue with his bulging rod whenever he was working... his attire was simply too tight for his frame.

So yeah... he was having quite a difficult time because of its sheer size!

[ Damn it... you should be thankful, you bastard! Countless people are suffering from a meager size and here you are complaining! ]

The system chimed in like an absolute nuisance, but he didn’t let the remark break his focus.

He simply shrugged it off and continued his advance.

"It’s not, my dear Owen, though my back does require some relaxation from time to time..." She regained her focus as Owen paused his movements... though his length remained firmly pressed against her.

"Then how about I give you a massage, Mom?"

"Can you even do that? I don’t think you have any experience with that kind of work."

"We won’t know until we try, right? So, how about my proposal, Mom?" Owen was now gently kneading the lower curves of her chest.

"Uggnnn..." She moaned as Owen hit a home run!

"Ohh... look how much your gorgeous body needs a massage, Mom~" He needed to add more fuel to the already blazing fire!

"Ughnn... okay... okay," she surrendered. Owen’s touch was just too exquisite... it made her entire body feel incredibly light. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Then how about tonight? Hehe, your body needs to be massaged right now, Mom." He pressed a bit firmer, forcing her to cover her mouth.

Her moans were on the verge of exploding, so she desperately needed to control them.

"N-no... your father will call tonight. I won’t be able to focus if you do that..." She couldn’t risk it; her cries might burst out over the line.

’Ohh!!! Isn’t this perfect?!’ he roared internally, happier than ever to hear such flawless timing!

"Hehe... it’s okay, Mom. I will just gently massage your tense body so you can have your conversation with Father smoothly."

"I-is that so... then you must promise me that you will only gently massage my body and nothing more," she said with hesitation, though his touch was exactly what her body was craving.