Chapter 287 - 285: Let’s Keep Going

Chapter 287: Chapter 285: Let’s Keep Going

"Ahn... ahn, you are hopeless. I don’t know what to do with you anymore," Arielle sighed, though her voice lacked any real frustration. She shifted her position, offering her breasts to Owen, allowing him to enjoy the rich, warm milk of his mother.

"Sup... sup... your milk is the best, mom," Owen mumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"You keep saying that... ah... ahn..." Arielle leaned her upper body back comfortably, creating a slow, rhythmic friction as she rubbed her lower body against his hardness.

"Sup, I am saying the truth, though. How could I lie to you, mom?" Owen didn’t try to take control; he simply allowed her to make the moves, savoring the velvet feeling of her pussy sliding against his shaft.

"Ahn... ahn... you cheeky boy. I know that..."

"Guess you are different, mom. I know you love this too... sup..." Owen reached out and groped her breasts, squeezing them firmly to coax more milk from the heavy melons she held against him.

"Ahn... ahn... then please, fuck me all night. I want my pussy to get equal treatment." She increased the pace of her humming, using a sliver of soap to lubricate and scrub his skin while simultaneously leaving her own mark on him with a series of sharp, affectionate bites.

"We have all night, mom. It’s time for us to enjoy every second of it," Owen grinned internally. He knew there was no helping the situation, and he didn’t want to—the man was simply enjoying himself to the fullest.

"Ahn... ahn... yeah... let’s keep going."

’Heh, guess I will fuck mom for another night. Damn, this is really wild,’ Owen thought. He braced himself and readied his body for another long, grueling round with her.

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Several hours passed, and the first light of morning finally filtered into the room. The air was heavy and humid, smelling of sex and sweat. The space was filled with the evidence of their passion—love juices and cum coating the sheets. Arielle lay sprawled across the bed, her body battered and glistening with the remnants of their session. Her face was a mask of pure, addicted satisfaction; she looked every bit the MILF who had just experienced a marathon of pleasure.

"You didn’t hold back, mom. Sucking too much and making those lewd, slutty sounds..." Owen shook his head. He had completely lost count of how many times he had come inside her, and he had lost track of how many times she had squirted.

Arielle didn’t even try to quiet her voice. She let out a low, breeding moan, sounding like a cat in heat that had been thoroughly claimed from behind.

Owen stood up proudly, though his physical appearance told a story of struggle. His body was riddled with her bite marks. His neck and chest had taken the brunt of her "attacks" during the height of their passion. Despite the exhaustion, however, his dick remained standing. Her pussy, as tight and welcoming as it was, simply could not conquer his stamina. No matter how many times she tried to drain him, he remained ready.

"I am sure you won’t be able to wake up early, so let me go outside," Owen said. He grabbed his clothes, preparing to leave the room.

"Ehehe... ahn..." Owen asked if she could move or speak, but her only feedback was a dazed, addicted smile and a soft moan of contentment.

*Guess she really went all out. Hah, I don’t have any choice,* Owen finished. He dressed quickly and stepped out of the room.

As he entered the hallway, he bumped right into his father.

"O-ohh... Wen? What are you doing inside that room so early in the morning?" The man looked at him, his mind racing with a dozen different possibilities of why his son was emerging from his wife’s room at dawn.

"Hmm, dad. Mom asked me for a favor, so I went inside. What are you doing up so early?" Owen didn’t expect to encounter him, but he wasn’t worried. He kept his face neutral and his voice steady.

He knew his father wouldn’t suspect the truth—at least, not immediately.

"Is that so...? Why are you wearing only shorts?" The father felt a sudden sense of crisis. He looked at his son and realized Owen was taller and more muscular than he was. A wave of insecurity hit him; he wanted to know exactly what had occurred inside that room. He felt a strange tension, knowing that he was the husband, yet he was the one being kept out of the room.

"Ahh, I just woke up and didn’t have time to change my clothes, dad. You know, I’ve been busy working out lately." Owen closed the door firmly behind him, not caring that he was leaving his mother in a state of total collapse.

"Ah... when did you... come inside...?" The father stammered, confused.

"A bit longer. Ah, are you perhaps hungry, dad? I can make a dish for us. Mom said she needs more rest and might come out later." Owen lied flatly. It was a simple, believable excuse—the kind of thing a son would say to protect his mother’s privacy.

"N-no, I am fine... You can eat first. Can I enter the room now?" The father looked at the doorknob. He desperately wanted to see Arielle.

He remembered Arielle saying the same thing last time—that she needed rest. He started to worry if she was exerting herself too much or if she was secretly ill. As a husband, he felt it was his duty to know what problems she was facing.

"No, dad. Mom said she needed her private time first. You know, woman’s stuff... we shouldn’t be staring at her like that." Owen walked straight toward the kitchen. He knew that if his father entered now and saw the scene—the juices, the bite marks, and the exhausted state of his wife—he would be absolutely devastated.

Of course, the father was too timid to push further. He sighed and stepped back toward the sofa, feeling defeated and confused.

"Don’t worry, dad. I am sure mom has her reasons."

’Hehe, of course she has,’ Owen thought with a smirk. ’He had no idea she spent the entire night sucking my dick.’