Chapter 27: Chapter 27: T-that’s Because Of The Massage. It’s Just A Therapy On My Tense Upper Body...

" I’m your cheeky son, Mom, and I won’t stop. Slurp..." Owen sucked up everything.

"’R-really...that’s an act of a s-spoiled boy.."

"But I’m your spoiled little boy, right, Mom?"

"..." She couldn’t utter any words,Owen’s action is on another league.

"Now..now, let’s continue and also you need to focus your mind, Mom ~" Owen sucked another mouthful of milk after squeezing her nipples again.

Thankfully, he didn’t waste too much milk, having only squeezed out enough for himself, enough to not spill anything on the mattress.

Wasting such a miraculous nectar was truly a fool’s errand... he was too greedy to let even a single drop go to waste.

Husband: "ARE YOU OKAY THERE, DARLING?"

"Y-yes, darling... I’m doing f-fine, even better..."

’Tch... how dare he interrupt our sweet time?! Truly a bastard of a father.’ Owen cursed.

This shit was so annoying... How dare he interrupt this intimate massage with his mom?!

That was definitely a shameless act...a total buzzkill.

It’s really annoying to see a buzzing insect when you are harvesting honey...

If the system had a physical body, it would literally punch Owen for his sheer audacity!

How could he say that about his father... truly a bastard.

’ Then let’s try this.’ He twisted her nipples even more.

A poor performance deserved a punishment.

"Ekhhn!!!! Ahhnn!!!... D-don’t..." Arielle moaned out loud at the sudden, intense pinch Owen delivered!

"It’s necessary, Mom, look how much milk you are producing. I need to milk them out to ease your body~" Owen’s remembered those clips about milking a cow, it’s not bad...

"Nghnn~ Hahh...hah..ha.." Her breathing is labored as if she’s hiking up a cliff.

"Look...you are truly enjoying them, Mom ~"

She was talking to her husband while actively enjoying the deed.

That was unacceptable... so she needed to be disciplined.

Husband: "DARLING? ARE YOU OKAY? I HEARD A LOUD SOUND..."

The man was worried about his beloved... perhaps she had hurt herself while performing those stretches, right?

"Ahnn... I-I’m okay, darling. I just slipped, hehe... I was careless and lost my balance," she managed to cover up what had just occurred!

’Keke...your wife is being milked by your son father, and she’s enjoying it~’

Owen had just teased her already lactating tips.

Her eyes rolled backward from the sudden burst of pleasure, making her forget everything else as she whimpered so loudly.

"W-why... did you do that... ahnnn!?" She turned her head, breathing laboriously now.

" Don’t shout, you are acting really spoiled, Mom. Do you want Father to know that you are enjoying my special massage~"

" B-but...angnn...ahhnn...I’m talking with Ahn!"

It had been minutes of constant teasing, and she was about to explode... her pussy was already completely drenched.

"I don’t want my mom’s attention getting stolen... just focus on me, Mom." Owen rubbed his shaft harder against her now to recapture her focus.

"O-okay...ahnn .ahnn . Don’t do that again, okay? W-we might get caught..." she spoke, shifting her attention entirely back to their ’massage.’

’Ohh! Saying such words...are you saying that you wanted to keep this more?!’

"I won’t, Mom. I promise." Owen celebrated internally; he had finally won Arielle’s attention at last.

She wasn’t even trying to show her modesty anymore; Arielle was fully convincing herself that this was just a special massage... and nothing more Keke.

"Ahnn... p-please be gentle. I’m already sensitive... too sensitive " Her awareness was split between her husband on the line and the incredible stimulation Owen was delivering every single time.

" Now just hold your voice down, Mom. I’ll be gentle now." Owen slowly moved his fingers downward... it was finally time to work on her thighs.

It was a full-body massage, after all.

It was a bit of a loss that he couldn’t keep gathering her milk, but it wasn’t something he could just keep squishing endlessly.

He needed to move to a higher intensity now.

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

The slick sound of him kneading her thighs filled the air...making the entire room more fierce.

Thankfully, her never-ending gasps ceased as Owen moved lower, allowing her breathing to recover.

’ I won’t let you rest just yet, Mom~’ Owen moved his hands higher, right below her ass cheeks! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"T-that’s... a dangerous part. Don’t go in there..." Her eyes widened as Owen’s hands slipped right past the towel covering her backside.

He was almost reaching her most sensitive zone, right beneath her hips.

"Your body is sensitive down here, Mom. I can feel that you need some tension released around this position~" He could feel her panicking; being touched down there was definitely crossing the line.

"N-no... or I will really get angry..." she spoke with an edge of seriousness, but it was deeply layered by her own wild, uninhibited thoughts.

"Yet, you loved what I did to your tits. Aren’t you a slutty mom for letting your son do it?" Owen wasn’t surprised by her reaction.

Her affection level was still a bit low, but who said he couldn’t find a way to break through?!

He had already thoroughly enjoyed her nipples and tits... so why not her already sensitive, soaking-wet pussy.

"T-that’s because of the massage. It’s just a therapy on my tense upper body..." she stammered, veiling her face beneath her cascading hair.

"Hoh... then you will allow me to enjoy your tits, Mom?" Owen asked. He leaned his head closer, sending a wave of shivers straight through her body.

"N-no... this is simply because I require a massage."

"Well... too bad. Then I guess I need to stop now." Owen clapped his palms together, shifting as if to get up and bring the entire session to an abrupt end.

"D-don’t..." Her voice was laced with pure desperation, as if letting him leave would be a catastrophic mistake.

’This technique never gets old. Morenne was the first to crumble under my pitiful acts.’ Owen was deeply satisfied that his strategic hesitation worked like a charm on these pent-up MILFs.

It’s his exclusive technique no jutsu, called pitiful act no jutsu.