Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

The kitchen held its new adjustments — fresh installations of a cupboard, a long counter, and a new tablecloth on the dining table set at the center.

Faro sat at the dinner table, calm and relaxed. Jessica stood at the counter, her hands gripping a knife as she chopped carrots. Daniel stood close beside her, his right hand cleaning potatoes in a bowl while his left fingers thrust into her pussy at a slow, steady Pace.

”Mom, I want to help out too,” Faro said with a bright smile.

Jessica smiled apologetically. ”Sorry, sweetheart. Your brother Daniel is already helping Mommy out.”

Faro pouted at her.

”Brother Daniel, is it true that to become a shaman, you have to be very very... lucky?”

Daniel turned his face toward him and met his gaze. ”Not exactly. You don’t need luck, little champ. You need strength, determination, and most importantly you need good sleep, understand?”

Faro gave an eager nod. ”I understand brother Daniel.”

Just then, Jessica forced her voice to stay steady. ”Sweetheart, why don’t you go take a bath? Mommy will finish the meal while you’re gone.”

”Okay, mom,” Faro answered, already turning toward the door.

The second the kitchen door clicked shut behind him, the control she had been holding snapped. A soft, helpless moan slipped past her lips as Daniel’s fingers kept working inside her.

”Anh... can’t you stop for even a moment?” she whispered, breath catching. ”My son was right there. What the hell were you thinking?”

Daniel pulled his slick fingers free and pressed them firmly against her lips. ”Shh... keep quiet.”

He pushed the two glistening fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck and clean them, while his other hand hooked under the opening of his pants leg and freed his thick shaft — already rigid, the tip flushed and leaking.

*Squelch~*

”Hng...!” Her eyes flew wide as the fat head breached her.

It stretched her open in one slow push, the thick shaft sliding deeper through her soaked heat until he was buried deep. Deep enough that his cock sat an inch from her cervix.

”Ahh... mmhn... fuck me...!” she moaned, and before pushing her hips back.

Even though she tried to keep it soft and slow, trying not to make a sound, the soft slap of her skin against his groin was inevitable, not loud but clear enough a person could hear if they were close to the counter.

”It feels so good inside you, aunt,” he whispered, placing the potatoes one after another on the chopping board before her.

”Same...” she replied, and chopped the potatoes in half — not at her usual speed, but steady and careful.

The splash of water could be clearly heard from outside. Daniel took that as his cue, speeding up at the sound and pounding her hard.

”Mmnh~ ah... ahh... Anh...! slow down, I can’t control my—”

Before she could finish, he clamped a hand over her mouth and unleashed a barrage of hard thrusts that made her eyes roll back, staring at the ceiling as her fingers trembled from the pleasure and the knife slipped from her grasp onto the board.

*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*

”Mnh~ mmh~ Mhnn~ Hmmnh~” she moaned, her helpless sounds turning into muffled whimpers that vibrated against his palm.

...

Ten minutes burned away. For them it only felt like a minute. Faro returned wearing a towel, his body still dripping with water, legs wet as he opened the kitchen door.

Daniel reacted in a split second, yanking his hands back and placing them on her waist. Jessica forced a panicked expression into something normal, yet her flushed face gave her away.

”Mom, is the lunch ready?” he asked from the half-open door.

”A-almost, son. Go put on some clothes and come—” she said with a nervous smile.

*Thud~*

Jessica quickly pulled away from his cock, scooped rice onto a plate, ladled the cooked meal into a bowl, and placed everything on the table before returning to her spot.

Faro returned wearing turmeric-coloured short pants, only to find his mother nowhere in sight.

”Brother Daniel, where is mom?” he asked as he stepped in, his hair still wet.

”Ahm... hm... your mother just went outside,” Daniel answered, his tone calm. ”Your lunch is on the table, champ. If you want to be strong, you should finish your meal.”

The plate held a mini mountain of rice — half-filled with no care for measures — alongside a bowl of vegetable soup with boiled chicken and another potato dish with eggplant.

Saliva pooled in Faro’s mouth as he glanced at it.

Meanwhile Daniel glanced down, eyes locked on Jessica as she hungrily sucked his cock like a lollipop and licked it like ice cream, her soft hands moving in a steady squeezing motion back and forth while she bobbed her head and looked up at him.

A soft, wet gagging sound drifted across the kitchen. Faro’s ear twitched, gaze turned, scanning the room.

”Where is this sound coming from?” he asked.

Daniel’s eyes flicked to him. ”What sound?”

They both froze. The filthy noise quieted as Jessica slowed the deep slide of her throat around his cock.

*Suck~ Gluck~ Gluck~*

...

*Nom-Nom-Nom*

Daniel watched Faro shovel rice into his mouth at a pace. ”Slow down, champ. Food ain’t running anywhere. Eating normally is better for digestion,” he said, voice steady.

”But Brother Daniel, this is just how I eat,” Faro answered around a mouthful.

Daniel kept talking, deliberately dragging the conversation out. Stalling. After he dumped his first load down Jessica’s throat, the second one would take longer to build.

...

Fifteen minutes passed in a steady rhythm of bob after bob. She groaned around him, her throat vibrating against his shaft while thick saliva dripped down into the soft valley between her breasts.

Daniel’s cock stiffened harder as she sucked him with renewed force, deepthroating until his balls pressed against her jaw and her nose buried into his groin before she finally pulled back.

’Hehe... this is it. I think he’s about to cum. Mmmn~ come on, come on... just a bit more... I haven’t had my lunch yet,’ she thought, clenching her throat muscles around his cock.