Chapter 145 - 144: Desperate Morenne

Chapter 145: Chapter 144: Desperate Morenne

"It is time for the second day of the festival. Heh, I guess I need to do more stuff again today." Owen stretched his broad body, rolling his shoulders before heading straight to the kitchen to grab a quick bite.

After an intense, non-stop night with his mother, any real man needed to refuel his strength to keep up the relentless pace.

"So, what’s the grand plan for today? Am I going to employ an outdoor session, or should I keep things under wraps?" Owen pondered, leaning against the counter. He wanted to cook up something fresh and exciting, but a part of him felt that saving the most intense, outrageous sessions for the festival’s grand closing would make the impact even greater.

"Hmm, I guess I’ll just continue where things left off." Owen thought deeply about his schedule. The waiting MILFs from yesterday certainly needed proper attention, especially Pamela and Morenne. Those two must be practically burning up from the inside, desperately craving a thorough, mind-melting pounding.

Knock... knock...

"What? Who could possibly be knocking this early in the morning?" Owen blinked in surprise. He certainly hadn’t expected any visitors at sunrise.

Knock... knock...

The persistent tapping echoed again, sharp and urgent, as if the person on the other side was in a frantic hurry.

"I’m coming, just hold on a second!" Owen called out, hurriedly grabbing a clean white towel and draping it loosely around his waist while stuffing a thick piece of fresh bread into his mouth.

Creak...

"Ohh..."

It was Morenne. The moment the door swung open, her hungry eyes darted straight down to his lower body, locking onto the heavy, unmistakable bulge straining against the thin fabric between his legs.

"Hi! Good morning, Aunt Morenne. Is there something you need help with this early?" Owen asked, taking a bite of his bread. She was dressed in a strikingly sexier outfit than usual today, wearing a tight, form-fitting dress paired with a light pink lipstick that made her lips look thoroughly kissable—and all of this before the sun had even fully risen.

"Come with me right now. I need your help with something extremely urgent, Little Wen," Morenne demanded without a second of hesitation. She reached out and firmly grabbed his bare waist, completely unbothered by his half-naked state.

"Wait, Aunt... please let me put some actual clothes on first! I can’t just go running around outside dressed like this."

"No! We don’t have a single second to waste... just come on! There isn’t a single soul walking around outside right now, so don’t you worry about that." She flatly refused to release her grip on him. As the old saying went, the early bird gets the worm—and in this case, the earliest MILF got to enjoy the absolute best privileges!

"Where are we even going in such a rush, anyway?"

"To the barn! I need you to help me with something inside," she stated shamelessly, giving her hips a seductive little sway that made Owen smirk in amusement.

"Why? I’m pretty sure Uncle could easily help you out with whatever farm work needs doing, Aunt," Owen teased, making a mock attempt to pull away from her grip... yet her hands didn’t budge an inch!

"No! You’re the absolute only person in this village who can help me with this! Stop talking nonsense and just follow me!" Morenne hastily handed him a spare light jacket she had brought along, tossing it over his bare shoulders to cover his chest.

She had clearly thought of everything beforehand. Naturally, after imagining how Arielle must have been treated to the absolute time of her life all night by her son, Morenne wasn’t about to sit back. Since the mother had taken the first serving, it was now her personal mission to claim her turn with maximum force!

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"Man, the streets look completely deserted... hmh, yesterday’s festival really made everyone want to sleep in late." Owen looked around as they walked. There was no bustling noise, no crowd, and no morning commotion compared to yesterday.

Well, considering how hard the MILFs had gone during the first day’s festivities, every single household was probably sound asleep trying to recover.

"In here! Hurry up and help me," Morenne urged, her cheeks flushing a deep, fiery red the moment they stepped inside the shaded barn. Her eyes kept secretly darting down to the dangerous weapon swinging beneath his towel.

"Sure, Aunt. But first, you have to tell me exactly what it is you want me to do."

"Hmph! As if you don’t already know, you wicked boy... now please, just fuck me hard! I am not letting you leave this barn today until you do!" She pushed open the heavy wooden door of the back stall, walking straight to the corner and bending her body forward over a stack of fresh hay.

"Wow, look at how proactive you’ve suddenly become, Aunt! Heh, you were acting so shy just yesterday, worrying about Uncle finding out... yet now you’re literally begging on your knees for my cock."

"That was yesterday! You were so cruel for making me wait while the others got tested, and don’t you dare bring up your uncle right now... he is out in the far fields and he will never know about this!" Morenne yanked the skirt of her dress upward, revealing a dazzling golden-yellow thong that barely managed to cover her intimate areas.

Its intended purpose clearly wasn’t coverage, but rather a deliberate show meant to completely shatter Owen’s self-control. She had searched through her entire wardrobe early this morning just to pick out her dirtiest, tightest pair of panties for this exact moment.

"How incredibly lewd and wicked of you, Aunt... doing something like this behind your hardworking husband’s back. Heh, look at how invitingly you’re bending your body over that hay."

"D-Don’t make me wait any longer! Just please fuck my pussy right now... I’ve waited way too long already, Little Wen... don’t tease me anymore!" She pulled the thin thong off to the side, letting the tight strap bury itself deep into the crease of her plump ass cheek.

"Are you truly that eager to receive a merciless pounding from me, Aunt? Do you really not care about your husband anymore?" Owen gulped hard, staring intently at the breathtaking sight presented before him.

Her pink, unblemished labia were slightly parted, glistening with her natural moisture, while her sensitive clitoris throbbed softly, practically screaming for a heavy, relentless pounding.

’Greatest God of existence, please guide my steps down the holy path of pussy! How could I possibly say no to fucking a prime MILF in a secluded barn when her body looks like this!’ Owen originally wanted to take his time and break her in slowly in a cozy bed, but she clearly craved a wild, rough barn session right here and now.

"Well, I guess a man really doesn’t have a choice in a situation like this."