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211: Edging?
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Chapter 211

I slowly opened the door to my room, as quietly as I could. Thankfully, the doors were of good quality, so there was little to no squeaking.

Even if there was any, I doubt the person inside would hear it, given how busy they were.

The only reason I opened it slowly and only so little was that if the person inside was facing the door, then they wouldn’t be able to react immediately.

Luckily, the person inside wasn’t facing the door. Something else was.

A creamy, delicious ass was.

I would recognize those holes even if they were on Japanese ‘recognize your mother’ shows. It was Jack’s mother, my mother, the sweet goddess of beauty and human desire…

Rayla.

She was on her knees, on all fours to be more accurate, face down, ass up, one hand coming from below, one finger in her pussy, only a little in.

She was pulling in and out, and while it wasn’t perfect, she wasn’t doing such a bad job. Still, she could use some lessons.

Her other hand wasn’t idle either. Coming from above, it was buried in her ass cheeks, the forefinger of that hand rubbing the outer edges of her asshole.

Her finger wasn’t in her asshole, which was a pity, but it wasn’t any less hot if that’s what I came out as.

“Hmmm~~”

“Hnn~~~”

“J-Jack-unngg~~”

Spurt…

As soon as she said my name, an involuntary spurt came out of her pussy, which fell on her hand and the rest of it on the bed.

Such a waste.

But damn, was it hot to hear your mother masturbate to you. It was an amazing event, and my mind was already churning in twisted ways to enhance my and Rayla’s pleasure to the maximum. But mostly mine.

Hehe.

“Hnngg~~!!”

It seemed like Rayla was close to cumming, and the way her pussy and ass were twitching, along with her lower half, it wouldn’t be long before her explosion.

But…

“Mother…?”

I called out, innocence dripping in my tone.

“Wh-what?” Rayla stopped, hearing the familiar voice, and turned to me, stopping her masturbation altogether.

Her body spun around slowly, looking at me, and then her expression brightened. And man was it an expression. The bright expression of a mother’s love and the lustful expression of a woman in heat.

The combination was deadly.

“Y-you’re back… Jack…”

She said my name, as if she were dreaming. Maybe she had dreamt about me, more than once, and maybe that was why she wasn’t sure if I was here or not.

“Of course, mother.” I said, making my way to her, sitting next to her on the bed, “Did you miss me?”

Rayla threw herself at me as soon as she was sure I was real and not a figment of her imagination, “Oh, Jack. I missed you so much. We all did.”

Damn, her soft body hugging me and her giant, amazingly soft breasts pressing into my chest was a feeling I couldn’t bypass so easily.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to.

Placing my hands on her incredible mounds, I asked, “Did you miss Jack, your son, or Jack, your husband?”

Fuck. It was so twisted when I said it out loud.

Rayla blushed, as if ashamed to answer that question, but she did it anyway…

“B-both…”

“I see…”

I replied, letting one of her tits go and going down to her leaking wet pussy.

“Hnnngggg~~!!!”

A violent shudder went through Rayla as soon as my fingers brushed her slit. It wasn’t even her inner lips or pussy hole, but she was still leaking so much.

“Did you miss your husband’s hands?” I asked, rubbing her pussy, making her arms around my neck tighten, her head thrown back as she yelled out loud…

“OH KAYA!!! YESS!!!”

What the…? That was something.

And who the hell was Kaya?

Well, whatever. Couldn’t remember all the trivial details.

Not to mention, it would be a sin worthy of eternity in hell if I were to think of anything else when my mother was craving my love in my arms.

Well, one would think that was a ticket to hell on its own, but after this, I would definitely go to hell. Just as long as I could have my fun with this sexy MILF, who was not only my mother, but also had recently been made my wife.

I wonder if I should…?

No, not yet.

While a pregnant Rayla did turn me, I wasn’t strong enough to protect her yet. At first, I only thought I would need to get to the seventh circle, but now, seventh circles were dropping like pies, and with an existence known as Elara, I’d rather change my plans for good.

“HNNNGG~~!!”

I was pulled out of my thoughts by another loud moan from Rayla as her body stiffened, her orgasm so imminent that I only needed to rub her pussy once more.

But…

“Hnngg…?”

Rayla made a confused sound as I let go of her. She looked at me with clear blame in her eyes.

Made me want to chuckle, but I suppressed it, as I freed myself of her hold and stood up, “I missed you too, Mother. But I’m so tired. Should we do this tomorrow?”

“B-but…” Rayla made an expression like the world had come to an end, but her motherly nature won in the end as she said, “Y-you’re right… You must be exhausted, and I’m not letting you rest. I’m a bad mother.”

Haha. So easy to manipulate Rayla.

Rayla was about to get up, the sad expression from not being able to cum still on her face, as a flicker passed her eyes for a moment, where she considered using her own hand, but she shook her head slowly, getting up to leave.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To my chambers,” Rayla replied as if it was obvious.

“These are your chambers,” I said.

“Huh? But…” She was about to say something, but then stopped as if she realized something.

“Right. We’re husband and wife.” She said after a while, stopping to get up and sat back down.

Man, seeing her sexy figure on my bed with her legs slightly open to show a little bit of her slit, the fresh scent of watermelons enveloping my nostrils, it was extremely challenging to hold back. But not yet. Not just yet.

“Right,” I replied, and took off my shirt, but only my shirt, because seeing my stubbed dick depressed me. If I wanted to have some prolonged fun, I couldn’t get hard because it would be difficult to control myself otherwise.

Sitting next to her, I said, “I’m thirsty.”

“I’ll get some water for you.” Rayla said like a devoted wife, about to get up when I said, “Don’t worry. I’ll quench my thirst some other way.”

“How?” Rayla asked.

“Your pussy is leaking, mother. I’ll drink that.” I said.

“Really? But it won’t be enough.” Rayla replied as if it were just a normal conversation.

“Oh, but it will be,” I said, pushing her back slightly so she was on her back and her legs were open for invitation.

Once again getting between her legs, I sniffed the watermelon scent to get my fix before I pulled my tongue out and began to lap up all the juices around her slit.

“Hnngg~~!!”

“Unngghhpp~~!!”

“Hmmphh~~!!”

Rayla moaned without any reservation, but her moans were incomplete. As if she could feel it, but couldn’t feel it at the same time.

Well, of course, she couldn’t. I wasn’t going for her pussy straight. I was just around it, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy on my face.

She was still leaking, though, even if her pleasure was incomplete. She was leaking, and I was lapping them up, not too close to her pussy, but not too far away either. Just at the right distance.

Rayla’s moans grew more and more frustrated, but she didn’t say anything. Maybe because I wasn’t supposed to be pleasuring her. I was only supposed to be drinking something to quench my thirst.

Haha.

Her eyes were begging me to go forward. To do more. To mess her up.

But I didn’t have any mercy on her.

Not that she needed much anyway. Just because she wasn’t feeling it fully didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling it at all. The pressure was accumulating; her pleasure bar was slowly filling up, bringing her close to an orgasm. Even if I stayed on the edges of her pussy, she would soon enough cum.

But…

“Pwah!”

I made an exaggerated sound and stood up, smiling at her, “Thanks, mother. It was as delicious as always. I’m full.”

“Hnngg…?”

Rayla could only make a voice in return as the turmoil boiled inside her, confusing her as to why she was feeling this way.

She was just supposed to be helping her son, not feeling this way.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Edging her was fun on its own, it seems.

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