Chapter 251 - 250: Joining The Fun

Chapter 251: Chapter 250: Joining The Fun

A few hours passed in a blink... though that was only true for those doing mundane tasks. The battle that unfolded between a son and a mother lasted for hours straight—a nonstop pounding that turned the room, originally meant for a married couple, into a complete mess.

"Heh, well, that’s the plan..." Owen rested his head on his hand, holding Arielle in his other arm as she hugged him tightly. Both were now inside his room, having already taken a bath before heading upstairs.

The master bedroom was an absolute wreck, and without a doubt, it would be off-limits for that man.

"Mom, do you really think you can plan anything if you sleep so soundly like that?" He poked her cheek, but received only a soft groan as she continued to sleep.

She was dead tired. Arielle wanted only one thing: to rot in bed while wrapped in Owen’s embrace.

"Hah, I guess I’m spoiling you too much... but I won’t complain." He needed to rest too. As the saying goes, even the emperor sleeps, let alone a regular breeding man like him.

The rest of the day passed without anything significant happening—until night arrived and the pounding continued! Having regained her strength, Arielle went wild once again.

"Ahh, damn, Mom... you’re sucking my dick again." He woke up, eyes groggy, surprised to find Arielle already working on her morning routine despite the long session last night.

"Guck... guck... I can’t miss the opportunity to let you taste my best milk," she babbled nonsensically. Swallowing more cum obviously wasn’t going to make her breast milk taste any better!

"Okay, but are you prepared?"

"I already have a plan... hehe, don’t worry." She smiled, eager to show off her best swimsuit.

Knock! Knock!

A loud knocking echoed from outside. It was already 8:00 AM, so the sun was well up in the sky.

"Who could that be? Slurp..." She finished up and wiped her lips, thoroughly satisfied with her morning harvest.

"Maybe a neighbor?"

"Maybe. I’ll go downstairs. Get your outfit ready and come down. I’ll be waiting—and don’t forget to bring sunscreen and a cap." She pointed to the products she had purchased from the system shop just that morning.

"You’re the best, Mom," he chuckled, amused by how she prepared everything for him.

"Hehe, I know." She closed the door and went downstairs, curious to see who was at the door.

Knock...

"Coming... wait a moment." She opened the door and saw... Morenne?

"Good morning, Ar! Hehe, can I come in?" She removed her summer hat and walked inside without giving Arielle time to react.

"Why are you here, Renne? And what’s with that look?" Arielle asked, a giant question mark practically written on her face.

"Ohh, don’t hide it from me. Hehe, I know what you’re planning... so here I am! I want to join—"

"Nooo, big fat no. Shoo... shoo, go away!" Arielle pushed at Morenne’s face, but Morenne only grinned.

"Don’t be stingy! How can you do that to your best friend? Right, Ar? Hehe, don’t try to hoard everything for yourself." Morenne just smiled, placing her shoulder bag and a small picnic basket on the table.

"Agh! Go away, I don’t have a best friend like you!" Arielle acted like a child, though she didn’t push the basket away. She had already caught on to what was happening...

"Hehe, don’t play dumb with me, Ar. Now, now... I’m sure you prepared something," Morenne whispered into her ear. A single word was enough for Arielle to catch her drift.

"Hmph, go away. Shoo... shoo. You’re nothing but trouble." Arielle could feel a headache coming on. So that’s why the token count went down!

It suddenly clicked in her mind—Owen had shared her secret with Morenne! She didn’t mind too much since it was bound to happen anyway, but it meant the money she thought she could enjoy all by herself would now have to be shared!

What a dilemma... no, complete chaos. There was no doubt about that.

"Hehe, so where is little Wen? I made some special food for him," Morenne giggled. There was no need for further words between the two of them. This was going to be a battle... a swimsuit battle!

"And why are you here anyway? What about your husband?" Arielle asked, curious as to why Morenne was snooping around when her husband might notice.

"He said he’ll be staying home for a bit. He saw reality the other night, so you know..." Morenne hadn’t been able to participate in the night festival after getting knocked up by Owen.

Her husband had gone, though... and he still couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what he saw. Well, most of the men had gone through the exact same thing. It didn’t matter anyway. They would all end up working for Owen in the end—it was inevitable.

"Hah, I have a bad feeling this isn’t going to be a date anymore," Arielle muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stared at the uninvited guest making herself entirely at home in the middle of her living room.

Morenne smiled, looking around the house like she owned the place. She felt no guilt at all for crashing their trip. To her, everything was fair now. Owen was everyone’s savior, and no single woman could keep him to herself.

Arielle just sighed heavily. She knew deep down that this was only the start of her new reality. The peaceful days of having Owen all to herself were officially over, but as long as she stayed by his side, she would make sure to claim her fair share.

Arielle felt a bit lost... but what could she do? The woman standing before her was shameless to the core! And just maybe, the others had already smelled the good stuff, too.

Knock... knock...

"Ahh, speaking of the devil. This is really bad," Arielle muttered. She was worried that something like this might happen. She had already hoarded most of the share, and now her worst fears were coming to life.

Well, the other MILFs had already learned about it, but they didn’t have much of a choice anyway! Arielle was the mother, meaning her share was a big chunk of the whole... but now they were planning to go out.

Meaning, the usual house rules were no longer valid. And what could be a better detector for the MILFs than that? Obviously, a dick and a heavy dose of cum! They could smell that from a mile away, just like a hungry beast searching for its helpless prey.