Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Don’t You Want To Feed Your Son? I’ve Already Forgotten The Last Time You Fed Me, Mom...

"Hehe... how about you help me, Mom? You are the one at fault, so you need to take responsibility~" Owen didn’t wait and acted like a pro commando... there was no time to waste such an opportunity when she was standing right before him.

"Oh my... you are truly hopeless, even acting like that now~" Arielle said as she looked at him with scrutinizing eyes; her son was truly mischievous now.

"Don’t you want to feed your son? I’ve already forgotten the last time you fed me, Mom..." Owen spoke with a defeated tone. It was best to act his part; he was really becoming an actor in this play.

"Oh my, then it can’t be helped... you are my boy, after all!" Arielle agreed.

She wanted to feed her boy just like before. The memories of Owen being a kid who asked to be fed were rushing back... reminiscing over such memories was completely melting her fragile, motherly side.

"Then how about you sit on my lap, Mom? We don’t have any other chairs close by... and I refuse to let you go~" Owen wasn’t about to let Arielle just pull up her own chair.

He still recalled the way the system rated his quest completions... so he was going to grab this opportunity to get the best evaluation possible.

The best way to achieve that was to heighten his efforts to the max, meaning he wouldn’t let her pull away... as he decided to take matters in a much bolder direction.

"Oh my... how is that even possible? You should be the one sitting on my lap, my dear Owen~" She was the mother, after all, so it was her responsibility to take the lead.

"No mom... it’s more comfortable this way and besides, let’s try something new. Who said that you can’t feed me while you are sitting on my lap~?" Owen tapped his thighs, giving her the signal to take her seat.

His muscular body was well above average...not overly bulky, but at the same time not skinny. It was the perfect lean body that a hungry woman would desire for.

"Oh... is that something that’s even allowed, my dear Owen? I’ve gained weight from not doing much for many years..." Arielle was already hitting her limit, as she could feel that down under, her fruit was slowly getting wet...

Arielle felt like she wasn’t fit to be a mother with the way her mind was working in front of her son.

Lewd and obscene thoughts swirled like a tide; for some unknown reason, she couldn’t control her mind from exploring the wilderness of a man and woman sharing an intimate deed.

"Hehe... I’m strong, Mom, and you are like a feather... so light that I could carry you for eternity." Owen lifted her body gently, using both of his hands to guide her down. It made her squeal softly, as it was such a sudden move from Owen.

Her housewife dress pressed against his tight, manly hands as they encroached upon her sensitive waist.

"Oh my... then I will accept it, my dear Owen... hehe, I won’t reject such a blatantly cheeky compliment from you~" Arielle was far too weak-kneed to even move away, so she just went along with the script and sat on his lap.

’Oh my... is this really my boy who used to be so cold and shy? I think he is already a man now... No! Don’t think, don’t think...’ she scolded her mind again.

How could she desire her son? It was a rule in the village that committing a taboo was a great, unforgivable sin.

Yet, like a magnet, his presence alone was making her feel like a weak woman... as if she wanted to lay down and do a bad thing with her own son.

Though it was in her thoughts, she wouldn’t do it... not even in a million years. Now, however...it might happen is she don’t control her fruit.

Her ass was now resting firmly on his thighs... making the scene look incredibly wild for a mother and son.

"You clearly love it, Mom... look how comfortably you positioned your ass~" Owen could feel her softness slowly submerging into his thighs. Her ass cheeks were too much.

It felt like a melted marshmallow that had been split by a hot knife... but instead of a hot knife, it was his thighs! Enjoy the pleasure of softness of her busty MILF assets

The feeling made his divine asset turn extremely rigid... it could easily be called a solid hot rod under his pants now.

It had almost become like a third thigh, since it was also getting the marshmallow treatment from her busty ass shifting around... clearly feeling what was directly beneath her.

’Oh... my.’ That was the only thought that entered Arielle’s mind. She could feel a hot, bulging rod that was definitely not a thigh right underneath her...

Not only was it so long that it almost reached his knees, but it was also incredibly thick and big.

A thick, big hidden treasure ... and ready to be discovered.

"Oh my... how did you learn such obscene and lewd words, my dear Owen~" Arielle managed to recover her bearings, trying to hold her horses as she burned up inside. How could a mother think this way... that was definitely not something acceptable!

"Hehe... it’s called an ’ass’ in the city, Mom... a plump, squishy ass." Owen loved the way she reacted to those words... it truly wasn’t a term typically used in the village, as most of the villagers lived in a very simple, old-fashioned way.

"Oh my... is that so? How could a word be so lewd in such a way?" Arielle was like a cavewoman when it came to modern slang; such trends weren’t something she could easily access or know about.

"Hehe, it’s not lewd, Mom... it’s just a modern way of expressing a good ass!" Owen shamelessly announced, flashing a proud and smug face.