Free Web NovelChapter 6: Chapter 6: How Could Her Innocent Boy Be So Proficient At Teasing A Woman?
"Ahh!!.." Arielle’s voice echoed as she gasped in shock.
Her balance completely slipped while an intense heat was coursing through her body; her coordination simply gave out because she was having a difficult time controlling her inner emotions.
"Oh... I’m sorry, Mom. My foot moved subconsciously, as if it was triggered by yours," Owen spoke quickly as he stabilized her stance.
Her left leg was lifted slightly off the ground while her right foot supported her weight.
Her hands instinctively gripped the back of his nape to properly regain her bearings after she almost fell to the floor...or to his embrace specially.
Meanwhile, Owen’s hands were firmly holding her sides... maintaining a dramatic pose that looked like a romantic scene straight out of a movie.
A famous movie about prince and a woman in a ball...as she ran as the time is about to ran out.
Not totally the same but Owen just recalled that lovely movie...he already forgotten it’s name, and it doesn’t matter.
"Oh my... I think I am the one at fault, my dear Wen, because my own feet must have gone weak and reached your own feet." Arielle recalled that her feet had almost locked and tangled with his as she moved after those minutes of hugging...especially since she was feeling so hot inside.
Her feet had shifted again and again until they almost locked together.
"Hehe... we don’t have to dwell on that matter. At least my hands were still holding you, saving you from slipping out of my embrace, Mom..." If Arielle insisted it was her fault, he certainly wasn’t going to argue.
He actually loved their current positioning even more, as her voluptuous curves were his to enjoy...as he squeeze them gently, forcing her body to twitch as the spot is sensitive.
’How about this?..’ Owen squeezed them harder to test her reaction more. He wasn’t going to get enough from just a few minutes of hugging. freewebnøvel.com
He wanted to savor everything, even though he had arrived in this world less than an hour ago...
A man’s ambition must be high for him to succeed.
"Ekknn.... Oh my, I’m weak in that spot, my dear Wen... an old, saggy woman like me still has a sensitive side like that~" Arielle didn’t even mind what Owen did but she still got to refrained some of her womanly side..
Internally though...she genuinely loved having physical contact with her son, she loves how Owen teased by squeezung her thin fats.
No...it’s not a fat, saying that word is a great sin. An unforgivable one, so Owen is going to call it...MILF bust.
’Hehe...yes, the word really fits to your Busty body mom~’ Owen smiled as he was satisfied that he made such grand name, then his focus went back.
"What are you saying, Mom?... Old and saggy?! That is absolute sacrilege and blasphemy against a body like yours~" Owen spoke with immense enthusiasm and fervor.
What Arielle was saying was a complete joke... how could she even claim her body was old and saggy when it was practically screaming with voluptuous, erotic appeal, even while hidden under her housewife clothing and layered by an apron!
"Oh my... you are quite cheeky now, my dear Wen. I’m just an old woman in a simple village... I can’t contend with those sexy women in the city." Arielle spoke... slowly regaining her balance as she lowered her leg back to the floor.
She was already incredibly sensitive after the long hug, not to mention that her sides had just received some teasing from him.
"Oh... even though I don’t have any experience with girls, Mom, what you said is a lie. How could this tiny bit of soft skin be called sagging? Not to mention, you are still so young, Mom, so why are you even saying that you’re old?" Owen pinched her soft side, also know as MILF bust.
It was so thin that he could feel like he was touching her entire being.
Well... calling it fat would be a sin and he is not overly exaggerated.
How could any part of a MILF be called fat?! It was the true privilege of being a MILF...something a young virgin simply didn’t and couldn’t possess!
"Oh my... you are quite bold now, my dear Wen~" She had fully regained her balance by now, and she slowly moved her fingers to touch her neck.
Her son was getting incredibly cheeky.
He was even lying to her face, claiming she wasn’t an old woman despite being in her mid thirties... a woman her age usually felt unattractive to most men out there.
Even her husband barely spent any time with her whenever he came back, always claiming her body was getting older...this and that, that’s why she’s lonely to begin with.
Now that her son was telling her she wasn’t old at all and could easily compete with any young woman in the city.
She was deeply happy inside to receive such compliments, even if she only kept those thoughts to herself.
"Hehe, I’m your son, after all... and I’m definitely not lying. How could I ever lie to my own loving and caring mom~" Owen never stopped squeezing and pinching her side, savoring every bit of her softness as they carried on this somewhat weird conversation between mother and son.
Owen saw no reason to stop, as Arielle clearly showed that she wasn’t uncomfortable with his teasing... it was actually a great choice, as he could feel her body heating up even more.
"Oh my... you really did inherit that cheeky side from your father!" Arielle was simply having a wonderful time with her son... nothing more.
Owen was definitely a growing boy, and he was even learning how to tease like that
For the first time, her maternal instincts were completely malfunctioning as she’s wanted to know more.
How could her innocent boy be so proficient at teasing a woman?
