Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

The sudden call from Marnie made him flinch, his body reacted before his mind did. He calmly turned holding the pouch on his left palm.

”Nothing, Mom. I’m just dusting my satchel,” he said with a neutral expression.

She nodded emphatically before turning toward the well, where she began washing the lamb meat with brisk, practiced strokes.

Daniel walked past her calmly and headed straight for his room. Once inside, he emptied his pouch onto the bed and began organizing his belongings with calm, practiced precision.

He gathered all the coins he had and shoved them into a money pouch, then slipped it into Veil’s pouch.

Next came his four voodoo dolls—but when he tried to add the grimbook, the pouch refused to swallow it.

The pouch exceeded a kilo in weight.

”Hmm... I should put the book first than the coins,” he murmured, withdrawing the money pouch.

But, before he could shove the grimbook inside, curiosity tugged at his mind, forcing him to open it again and re-read Veilintina’s words—until he noticed something new in the pouch’s description.

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{Skill}

Veil’s travelling pouch: A palm-sized pouch, capable of holding up to a kilo at its first level. Each upgrade increases its carrying capacity by an additional kilo.

The pouch remains invisible to all eyes except that of its crafter.

Required resources: 250 g of wool or cotton, 350 g of uncommon hide.

Place the resources on the ritual diagram, and recite the chant ’Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà’ to upgrade the pouch.

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’What? What do you mean by uncommon hide?’ he thought, but nothing came to mind.

Daniel shoved the grimbook, gold coins, silver coins and some copper coins in the pouch—until it was full. And the remaining coins, he slid it under his leather satchel.

Then he gave a sly smirk, glancing at his satchel. ”Oh... I literally forgot about this. Hehe...”

Daniel took up a pair of scissors, sat on the floor and began cutting the clothes he’d bought from the market.

Within minutes, he had cut them into precise shapes, then stepped outside toward the kitchen.

”Mom...” said Daniel.

Marnie was settling the pot onto the earthen stove.

She was cooking in an all-in-one pot style, meaning she added all the meat and ingredients at once, then left it to stew over a low flame.

”Yes, Son?” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

”Where is my reward, Mom,” he said in a casual tone.

”Reward?”

”Yes”

Marnie sighed, the sound half amusement, half surrender.

”What do you want, son?” she asked, as if she already knew what was coming.

Daniel grinned. ”I want you to wear this, hehe...”

”Wear?” said Marnie.

He handed her a piece of undergarment, but it was no ordinary one—he had cut it carefully into a small, daring shape, its back almost as narrow as a thong.

”What is this, Son?” she said, her brow furrowed in puzzlement, though she seemed to know exactly where this was headed.

Daniel stepped closer. ”Just wear it, Mom.”

”O-okay, Son.” she said, hesitated.

Marnie lifted her chemise skirt and withdrew her undergarment. A slight nervousness and embarrassment fluttered through her, yet she put it on in front of him.

’Damn, she looks absolutely hot and sexy in this thong. Fuck, my dick is aching for her pussy, so... bad,’ he thought, as his mind flooded with raw, sinful intent.

Daniel leaned in close, intercepting her hand before it could yank the skirt down. ”No, Mom,” he murmured, voice low and insistent. ”Don’t drop your skirt.”

Marnie froze. ”But—”

”Shh...” Daniel whispered, pressing a finger to his lips—then crashed his mouth onto hers.

*Mmph-mwah-Mmuh-Mmnh*

Marnie’s tongue swirled with his, their lips locked in a fervent tangle. Daniel thrust his deeper, claiming her mouth—but she pushed back with teasing fire, reveling in the playful battle.

She was savoring every second of it.

’Mmnh... for some reason kissing feels more better than before. Is it because I waited for three days?’ she thought, feeling a little flutter in her chest.

*Chu~*

”Mom, how you like my gift?” he said with a playful tone.

”It’s little embarrassing but I like it, Son,” she replied softly.

That was all the permission he needed.

Daniel dropped to his knees, shoved the chemise higher, and sealed his mouth over her pussy, sucking it hard—her head thrown back in ecstasy.

*Schlick-Schlick-SUCK!-Schlick*

”Mmnh~” she moaned, bitting her lower lip.

’What is this intense feeling... Ahh~ he is sucking my pussy like a hungry, starving man. Did he also miss me as much as I missed him? she wondered, struggling to endure the relentless waves crashing through her.

*Schlick-Suck-Suck*

”Ahh... Anh~ anhh~”

Daniel kept sucking her with fierce determination, as if resolved to drain her pussy dry from the inside. But the harder he pulled, the more her juices flooded his mouth.

He was fighting a losing battle.

”Muah,” he said, looking up at her from below, ”Mom, I underestimated your naughty pussy.”

She gave a shaky, nervous laugh.

”But, you have to genuinely beg for my cock, if you want it inside. Hehe...” he said, swiftly pulling his cock and sliding it between her slick thighs.

She didn’t hesitate, even for a second and replied. ”Please Son, please... you can’t leave my pussy like this. It’s your duty to take care of your mom’s needs.”

But Daniel wasn’t satisfied, he wanted more, more of her filthy dark side, which he hadn’t yet fully unleashed.

He teased her entrance with shallow, maddening thrusts—until her composure shattered, and she begged like a pure slut.

”Agh... Please stuff that thick cock inside me, Son. Please... I’ll do anything, you’re making me cry, Agh!”

As she begged, her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist—her hips dropping fast, impaling her pussy on him in one desperate thrust, against his will.

*PLAP!!*

”NGH!! AHH!!”

Marnie’s scream tore from her throat as pleasure speared through her. Daniel’s face pressed into the soft swell of her boobs, half smothered, breathing her in.

*Plap-Plap-PLAP*

’Ahh... why do I always feel like his cock is bigger than before? Ahh... it feels so... amazing, I can’t think of anything but only his massive cock,’ she thought.

But as her mind drowned in bliss, Daniel’s fingers slithered like a viper—striking her swollen clit, then grinding it in tight, merciless circles.

”NGHH!!! Son!! Not my—Mmph”

Daniel quickly clamped a hand over her mouth—firm but careful, and leaned in to whisper at her ear.

”Mom, it’s your weakness, isn’t it...”