Chapter 191 - 190: Dessert

Chapter 191: Chapter 190: Dessert

The day ended with full effort, spending the entire afternoon in passionate intensity until the dark veil of night finally settled over the sky.

"Hoh, that ends day two. Let’s prepare for the last day." Owen took a long, relaxing bath before stepping outside. It was only proper to take a moment of quiet time for himself... to mentally and physically prepare for his mother, of course.

....

"I am home!" Owen called out, knocking gently on the front door. But before his hand could even twist the cool brass doorknob, the door swung open on its own.

"Good to see you back, MASTER!"

Standing right there was none other than Arielle, impeccably dressed in a classic black-and-white maid outfit. The crisp fabric managed to hide the fullness of her voluptuous body, yet her ridiculously massive mounds practically screamed to be squeezed and sucked.

"..." Owen froze right at the entrance, utterly mesmerized by the drop-dead gorgeous maid MILF standing before him. The stark contrast between her dutiful costume and her natural, overflowing sensuality was almost too much to handle.

"Come inside, Master. I have prepared a feast for you," Arielle said cheerfully, grabbing his hand and gently dragging him toward the dimly lit dining table.

"Wow... you prepared all this for me... Mom?" Owen asked, admiring the impressive spread of delicious dishes laid out across the table.

"Enk! You made a mistake, Master! Right now, I am your loyal Servant. Please call me Servant Arielle," she corrected him playfully, raising her slender arms to form a firm ’X’ in the air.

"Oh... my apologies, Servant Arielle. Did you really make all of this yourself?" Owen chuckled, wasting no time leaning into the roleplay.

"Yes, yes, Master! I cooked all these dishes specifically for you because I know how hard you worked all day. As your devoted servant, it is my absolute duty to take care of you!" She practically bounced with excitement, causing her enormous, unsupported tits to jiggle violently beneath the thin fabric of her uniform.

"Oh, this really brings back memories..." Owen murmured softly. He recalled their very first day together, remembering the intimate quiet of that first dinner.

"Hehe, so what would you like, Master? Whatever you desire, I will gladly do it for you." She bowed deeply like a proper, well-trained maid, stepping gracefully to his side.

’Wow, this is absolute heaven. I presume Mom bought this maid outfit straight from the system...’ Owen gave an enthusiastic, mental thumbs-up to the system for offering such incredible apparel.

"You said you would do anything for me, my servant?" Owen asked, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yes, Master! I must serve you to the absolute best of my abilities to ensure you are thoroughly satisfied," she declared, proudly pumping her chest forward.

"Hmm... In that case, how about you take a seat right here and feed me yourself?" Owen suggested, patting the vacant chair directly beside him.

"H-How could I possibly do that? I am merely a humble servant..." she stammered, flustered by the request.

"Well, you just said you would do anything I asked, right? Consider this my official order."

"Okay..." Arielle murmured, trying her best to maintain the stoic demeanor of a proper servant, but her glistening eyes betrayed her true emotions. Beneath her dutiful act, she was secretly overjoyed to have another precious opportunity to feed her son like this.

"I want a bite of that dish over there. Please guide me, my servant," Owen said, pointing directly at a steaming plate of savory braised beef and tender chicken fillet, lightly glazed with golden melted butter.

"I’m on it! Please don’t move, Master, I will handle everything. Now, open wide and say ahh..." She delicately sliced off a perfectly bite-sized piece of chicken, lifting the fork toward his lips with utmost care.

"Ahh..." Owen obliged without a second thought, opening his mouth wide to receive the food. He chewed slowly, savoring the rich, delicious blend of seasonings. "Mhm... your cooking really is absolute perfection, my servant."

"R-Really...?" She bit her lower lip, practically begging for more of his glowing compliments, just as she always did whenever she cooked for him.

"How could I ever lie to you? Now please, I want a piece of that one too," Owen said, pointing toward another delicious item on the table.

"Hehe, I am so glad that you are satisfied with my cooking... ahh! W-What are you doing, Master...?" Arielle gasped, a deep crimson blush instantly spreading across her cheeks as Owen reached out and casually began fondling her giant tits through her uniform.

"I want something to drink, my servant. I’m feeling terribly thirsty..." Owen murmured, his voice turning husky as he recalled the sweet, intoxicating taste of her natural milk.

"Nghn... ahnn... w-we have fresh juice in the fridge, Master. Would you like me to pour you a glass...?" She moaned softly, her knees turning to jelly under the firm, rhythmic rubbing of his warm palm.

’Ahn... ahn... God, I love this feeling so much... ahh...’ she thought to herself, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

"I don’t want juice. I want your milk, my servant. Give it to me," Owen demanded smoothly, sliding his dexterous fingers toward the dainty silk ribbon tied tightly across her chest.

"Ahh... it really can’t be helped then. Okay, Master..." Her entire face turned bright red as she gave in to his demand, her trembling fingers helping him unlace the delicate front string of her dress.

Boing... boing...

As the fabric parted, two massive, soft mounds popped free into the open air, trembling with the sudden release of tension.

"Wow... you weren’t wearing a bra under this, my servant...?" Owen stared in awe at the pale, heavy flesh, taking in the sight of her enlarged pink areolas and intensely erect nipples.

"I—It’s very hard to move around comfortably if I wear one, Master... ahn..." She feigned an excuse, subtly shifting her body to the side to give him a full, unobstructed view of her breath-taking assets.

"Your tits are so unbelievably beautiful and mesmerizing. I want them right now."

"Nghn... ahh... ahhn... please don’t stare at them so intensely, Master. I’m so embarrassed..." She covered her burning face with her hands, squirming as Owen leaned in close, sniffing the natural, sweet aroma of her skin while his hot breath fanned over her sensitive nipples.

"I could stare at these magnificent things forever. I absolute love them. Can I suck on them now?" Owen cupped the underside of her heavy breasts, gently squeezing the yielding flesh to test if any milk was ready to leak out.

Slurt...

A tiny, pearl-like droplet immediately squeezed out from the tip of her hard nipple, glistening under the warm dining lights.

’Ohoh! They’re full of fresh milk again, sweet!’ Owen cheered inwardly, immensely satisfied to see that her body was completely ready for another session. He had sucked her entirely dry just this morning, yet her incredible body had already replenished its supply by the evening.

"Ahn... ahn... please do, Master. I am your servant, after all. It is my duty... to satisfy every single one of your desires," she whispered, peeking through the gaps in her fingers to watch his eager expression.

Lick... lick... lick...

Owen dragged the flat of his tongue upward, licking away the tiny white bead before taking her stiff nipple into his mouth to sample the sweet nectar flowing within.

"Hmn... hmn... I am truly thankful to have such a dedicated servant like you. Hehe, I get to keep all this delicious milk entirely for myself," Owen hummed happily. He began greedily licking and lapping at the warm, soft flesh, tenderly kneading her giant breasts with both hands like a helpless newborn.

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn... you’re acting just like a needy little baby right now, Master. You look so cute..." she giggled softly, resting her hand gently against the back of his head as he drank from her.

"I will gladly stay a baby forever if I get to suck on this sweet piece of heaven every single day..."

"Ahh... ahn... s-slower, Master. You will empty my boobs in no time..." Arielle could only stare down helplessly as Owen sucked on her tender nipples without stopping for even a breath.

"Pwah... Hehe, sorry about that, my servant. I’m just completely addicted to your milk." Owen finally pulled back, catching his breath before taking a bite of another dish she had offered him.

"You’re hopeless, Master. How about we move on to dessert?" Arielle suggested with a playful giggle, reaching over to grab a small, freshly prepared cake resting on the corner of the dining table.

"..." Owen paused for a moment, his eyes widening as he watched her place the rich, sweet cake directly on top of her exposed breasts.

"Hehe, try this dessert, Master! I prepared it specially for you!" She cupped her voluptuous tits from underneath, lifting them high to proudly display her dark nipples crowned with the decadent cake.