Novel Full Chapter 41: Ohh, Then Come Stand Closer To Me
Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Ohh, Then Come Stand Closer To Me
The clueless pathetic husband could sit out there and enjoy the dull morning news, because Owen was about to thoroughly enjoy his busty wife right here in the kitchen!
"Ohh... you want to learn how to cook?, I think you’re preparing your culinary skills for your future bride. She’s going to be truly fortunate to have you." Pamela smiled warmly.
She didn’t mind the assistance at all; it was just a helpful young man eager to learn, so why not?
"Thank you, Auntie. Please guide me through it," Owen replied, stepping straight into the kitchen workspace.
He carried himself like a king approaching a fine delicacy...not the food, of course, but the voluptuous woman herself.
She will serve as a fine dish... the best one on top of that, what a cherry on top.
"Haha... then I’ll look forward to the meal, Wen! Just ask your auntie if you need any help; she’ll guide you through it. I’ll be right here watching the live news, so you can ask her directly." the husband spoke from the living room.
He didn’t mind either, having no desire to limit a growing young man’s curiosity.
Besides, he was completely certain nothing would happen because Owen was such a "good" boy.
"Okay, Uncle. I’ll definitely call for your help if I need any," Owen called back, his face contorting into a devilish smirk as he looked at the utterly oblivious man.
’Heh that’s right, Uncle, enjoy your news. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy your wife’s plump ass while you sit there thinking I’m just assisting your deeply unsatisfied busty wife Keke..’
"So what should I do first, Auntie? I’m still a complete novice, so please direct me." Owen stood beside her, taking in her appearance.
She had changed into a pair of fitted shorts, a simple t-shirt, and a blue apron that barely contained her generous titties from bouncing too much as she moved.
Her soft curves were barely contained by the short fabric, forcing Owen to swallow hard.
Her legs were flawless all the way down to her toes....perfectly smooth, fair, and radiant.
As she shifted her weight, her hips swayed enticingly, creating an incredibly erotic display that made Owen’s throat go completely dry.
It almost felt as if she were doing it purposefully, subtly inviting him to step up right behind her while they prepared the meal.
"Ohh, then take those tomatoes and rinse them before putting them into the pot to boil," she instructed, pointing toward the produce on the shelf.
"Understood..." Owen followed her directions, washing the tomatoes clean before transferring them into the pot.
They were preparing a pasta dish, a relatively straightforward meal...not bad for filling.
"Oh... could you hand me the onions, Wen? I believe we need to add some to the base." She gestured toward the opposite shelf.
"Right away. Just one, Auntie, or should I grab two?"
"Hmm, just one, Wen. That should be more than enough," she replied, her hips swaying gently as she began dicing the other ingredients.
There was no need to make the pasta dough from scratch since they were using processed one, so the entire process only required boiling and making the sauce.
"How about I assist you with the chopping, Auntie? I really want to learn how to make such precise slices." Owen was intrigued by how effortlessly she handled the knife.
More importantly, it was finally time for him to execute his strategy!
Her ass is screaming...it really needs saving from a good boy like him.
"Ohh, then come stand closer to me," she offered.
Pamela was genuinely pleased that her best friend’s son showed such an interest in learning from an ordinary housewife like her.
She’s already old after all...even her husband doesn’t look at her anymore. Pamela couldn’t remember when the deed happened.
While her own daughter was often quite dismissive and spoiled by her father, having Owen around felt like a breath of fresh air.
’Hoh...then let’s get much closer, Auntie~’ Owen stepped directly behind her back, resting his hands firmly on the kitchen counter on either side of her.
His head hovered just above her shoulder, looking down at the cutting board as she sliced the vegetables.
"O-ohh... don’t you think this is a bit too close, Wen?" she gasped softly, thoroughly startled as Owen pinned her against the counter in such a bold scandalous position!
Through her thin shorts, she could instantly feel a hard rock thing with intense heat pressing directly against her lower back.
The warmth radiated through her clothes, sending a sudden shiver across her entire body.
" It’s much more comfortable to learn this way, Auntie Pam~" Owen murmured smoothly, subtly pressing his rigid length against her curves, causing her hands to freeze entirely.
The vivid good information Morenne had shared with her the previous evening instantly flooded her mind, causing her cheeks to burn a brilliant shade of crimson.
’I-is it really a thing?..w-why it’s so b-big and thick. Morenne is not..l-lying...’
She hadn’t truly believed it until this moment, but the good news was absolutely true.
It was incredibly big and thick...not to mention scorching hot.
It was remarkably masculine compared to her husband’s tragically meager two-inch twig.
That thing can’t even reach her insides, she can’t even feel anything...not a tickle or heat.
"O-ohh... is that so? But it’s rubbing right against my ordinary old body, Wen," she whispered under her breath, desperately keeping her voice down so her husband wouldn’t overhear them from just a short distance between the kitchen and living room.
Her husband is enjoying the news after all.
"Your body is absolutely stunning, Auntie Pam. Besides, I don’t quite know what you mean. I’m barely moving here~" Owen shamelessly whispered into her ear.
Thanks to his impressive height, he could technically claim innocence while subtly shifting his weight, making the friction just subtle enough to drive her wild without creating an obvious scene.