Chapter 6 MILFs Are The Best Kind Of Women.

The sight of mummy’s ass bent over for me made my dick throb harder than I’d expected.

The outline of her panties was even more pronounced now that she had bent over, emphasizing the full shape of her butt cheeks.

I could already feel them twitching, longing to grab her. But no. That would be incredibly incriminating.

"Honey, is something wrong? Don’t tell me you’re getting shy again," Vanessa said as she tilted her head back, looking at me with such an innocent expression, as if she had no idea how hard she was making my cock throb.

"No... No." I straightened. "There’s nothing wrong..."

I glanced toward the stairs, listening for even the faintest sound.

Nothing. No footsteps. No movement. And, most importantly, no sign of Ivy.

At least for now, we were alone.

I smiled.

"Everything is just right," I said as I finally stepped closer to her.

I reached out with both hands. One settled softly on her ass cheek as I fought the urge to squeeze it while my other hand immediately grabbed her zipper.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the zipper, but the damn thing barely budged.

"Hmm, this thing is tighter than I expected," I muttered, raising a brow.

"Mama doesn’t have enough money to get proper clothes," she said as she turned her face toward me. "Forgive my posture, but it’s the only way that damn zipper would come off."

A slut apologizing for bending her ass over? That definitely didn’t seem right.

"No, you don’t need to apologize for anything, mum," I said with a smile. "All you need to do is just relax, okay?"

My eyes flickered to the side, catching the system notification that was still waiting for me.

[Do you want to activate Touch of Lust?]

Yes, the fuck.

This was probably the best time to use it.

She’d interrupted me with Ivy earlier. Now, I finally had a chance to deal with that.

Barely a moment passed before another notification appeared.

[Activation Confirmed!]

[Touch of Lust is now active.]

Immediately, I felt a strange tingling throughout my body, particularly in my fingertips and, weirdly, on the top of her already hardened cock.

Then it disappeared.

’Hmm. Was that it? That felt boring.’ I thought to myself as I tried dragging it down a little at first.

Still nothing.

Damnit.

Mum said something, but I barely registered it. Instead as I tried to budged the zipper, I hadn’t realized when I gave her ass a heavy squeeze out of reflex. A loud breath immediately left Vanessa’s lips.

Fuck.

Even with the tightness of the fine silk skirt restricting my hand, her fat ass still felt superb.

The sensation heightened my arousal even more, and judging by Vanessa’s eyes as she turned around, she felt the same.

"Honey, what? What are you doing?"

"It’s the zipper," I replied quickly, keeping my tone calm. "It’s extremely tight."

I didn’t give her much chance to respond before I gave her ass another firm squeeze.

Her legs immediately trembled as she tried to keep her balance. Then, finally, I managed to drag the zipper all the way down.

The moment I opened it up, I caught sight of the faint outline of her panties.

Blue. Is that her favorite color?

I wondered before patting my other hand against her other ass cheek and giving it another squeeze.

"Milo, stop!"

She thundered at the top of her voice as her legs buckled. Almost immediately, she moved to straighten her posture.

I immediately placed my hand against her back.

"What are you...?"

"The zipper is gone, mummy," I cut through her speech.

She glanced at me, and I could already see the shame in her eyes.

"Milo."

"I’ve not taken off the skirt yet. What’s all the rush? Don’t you want me to help you undress anymore?"

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes searching my face as though she was trying to understand something.

She definitely knew she hadn’t imagined it. She had felt me squeeze her buttocks multiple times but pervert’s pheromone was shutting out all her guilt.

If anything, all she found herself enjoying it like the whore she was as she presented her buttocks to me again.

"Stay still," I said. "I’ll take it off for you right away.."

’Take her clothes off.’ Her cheeks heated up just by the thought of that. ’What is this feeling? Why am I enjoying my own son caressing me? This... This isn’t right-’

Before she could think any further, my hand went to the top of her skirt. I grabbed it and tried to drag it down.

It stuck. I tugged again, but that was just another futile attempt.

My eyes trailed lower, and I spotted the problem.

"There’s the issue. Mom, your hips are way too wide. We need to pull the skirt down from both sides or it won’t work."

"Oh, that’s true.... How did I forget?" she stuttered as she forced herself to keep her expression as normal as she could as her hand moved toward the frontal part of her skirt.

"I can pull it down myself."

My hands moved faster, and I grabbed the front of the skirt.

"Don’t worry about that. You asked me for help, so let me do that."

"Milo."

"Mum..." I continued as I gently pulled down the frontal part of her skirt, revealing her the helm of her panties. "You’ve had a long day at work. Let your little boy take care of you," I added as I pulled down her skirt till my fingers brushed against her already ruined panties.

Fuck. This bitch was this wet already? The thought of that alone excited me. I rubbed the already faint outline of her clit almost immediately.

"Oh!..." she thundered at the top of her lungs before she could stop herself.

That wasn’t enough to stop me. I slide a second finger in, shifting her panties to achieve the clearest feeling of her already shaved clit.

My hands found her clot and I rubbed my two fingers against it in a circular motion.

The lewd sound which splashed from each circular movement filled the air which only fueled me to increase my circular motion, splattering drops of her pussy fluids on the floor.

"Mmm~ Milooo...." Vanessa tried to straighten as her hands grabbed onto my wrist in an attempt to stop me.

I paced up right at that moment, and the sounds of her loud moans filled the air.

Her love juices had already began to drip, splashing faintly on her asshole and the floor. Her panties were already a mess, which made my easier to shift them aside.

I pushed two of my fingers into mother’s soaking pussy, penetrating her walls with my long fingers, curving the tip of my finger in her sensitive spot as I pulled my finger out and pushing the full length back in.

She shut her mouth tightly almost immediately as she let out muffled screams.

Then, I pushed my hard throbbing cock against the middle of her supple butt cheeks until I could feel the faint tremble of her asshole which was only guarded by her panties.

Fuck. I wanted to fuck both holes right then.

My palm slapped onto her cheeks before I could stop myself, taking another firm squeeze of her supple flesh as I increased my fingering pace.

Her eyes were filled with slutty lust now as she could feel the lewd wetness of her pussy growing by the moment.

She glanced back at me with her burning cheeks and caught my hungry gaze.

My god... Why does it feel so good to have my son fingering me. Why can’t.... Why can’t I just stop it-

I immediately stuffed three of my fingers into her pussy, which all fitted surprisingly. Her pussy did feel a bit mature, but the slightly tight walls told me all the stories of how long it’d been since she’d been pleased.

A loud scream escaped her mouth despite her attempt to cover it.

And to my immediate surprise, her knees buckled harder than before as the climax of her love juices squirted out of her pussy.

I smiled at the sight of her cumming like a slut before my eyes trailed lower.

My god.

If she’d come so much that it pooled on the floor then how sweet would her pussy be to fuck then?

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