Capítulo 29: Giving Mommy Dear A Hand [1]
"S-s-she…uh…she's out shopping with her f-f-friends…"
Juliana stammered, her voice shaking like a newbie cultivator facing their first tribulation.
Her cheeks burned hotter than a cauldron, and her brain screamed at her to keep it together, but it was hard—really fucking hard—considering she'd just felt his cock pressing against her ass cheeks like it was staking a claim.
The sensation wasn't something she could ignore. Hell, she wasn't even sure how she felt about it. Embarrassed? Absolutely. Flustered? You bet. A tiny part of her intrigued? Fucking unfortunately, yes.
"Hmmm…"
Artis hummed lazily, like a cat who'd just discovered the cream jar. His head dipped, nuzzling against her shoulder blade before trailing up to her neck.
She swore she could feel him grinning against her skin, the smug bastard.
Meanwhile, his hands weren't exactly behaving themselves.
They'd started innocently enough, resting on her waist, but now they were creeping upward, slow and deliberate, like they were on a pilgrimage to the promised land.
'Shit, shit, shit, SHIT.'
"Thank you, Mommy."
Artis murmured, his voice low and teasing.
"You're such a good mommy, always taking care of me. Making tea for your bad boy~"
He dragged out the words bad boy with a flair so theatrical it should've come with its own applause track. The way he said it made her knees weak—not from fear, though that was in there—but from a cocktail of emotions she didn't even want to name.
Juliana's breath hitched, and she clutched the countertop like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
"W-what are y-y-you saying? Y-you're my S-son, of course I'll m-make you tea!"
She stammered, trying to sound composed and failing miserably.
Her words barely registered with Artis, though, as his hands continued their sinful exploration, gliding over her stomach and hips like they had every right to be there.
His lips and nose weren't any better—trailing along her nape, leaving feather-light kisses that sent shivers racing down her spine.
Every nerve in her body was on high alert, and her thoughts were a chaotic mess.
One part of her screamed for him to stop, while another—darker, quieter, and far more dangerous—wanted to see just how far her naughty Son was willing to go.
"I…I think…you should not…ahh…"
Juliana stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as her brain short-circuited from the overwhelming sensations.
"Mommy."
Artis purred, his lips grazing her earlobe like a featherlight tease. The contact sent a lightning bolt straight down her spine to places that had no business tingling right now.
"I've been a bad boy, right? Tell me…how should I repay my sins?"
His tone was so smooth it could've been bottled and sold as aphrodisiac syrup.
"Y-y-you don't have to…repay me…a-a-and…ahhh…"
she tried, but the protest sounded weak, even to her own ears. His hands, those sinful fucking hands, were creeping upward like they had their own agenda.
Fingers danced over her belly button, teasing her navel, and then—holy hell—they brushed against the underside of her breasts.
Juliana bit her lip, hard, but it didn't stop the shiver that racked her body.
"But Mommy."
Artis said with a voice so innocent it was practically dripping with mockery,
"I need to do something to compensate you. You're the kindest, gentlest mommy in the world. Don't you agree?"
The words sent her spiraling, and she gulped like a fish out of water.
"N-no, you don't have to worry about it. Y-you've already repaid your sins…by, uh, saving me from those drunkards…s-so no need to…"
She trailed off, her voice faltering as Artis doubled down. His hands weren't just exploring anymore—they were on a full-blown expedition.
The caresses weren't frantic; they were slow and calculated, like he knew exactly how to unravel her piece by piece.
His lips and tongue worked magic on her nape and ear, alternating between kisses, nibbles, and the occasional flick of his tongue. It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fucking fair.
Her knees felt like jelly, her head was spinning, and any hope of coherent thought had been tossed out the window.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to think of anything—anything—else. But it was impossible.
He had her.
His touch was gentle but possessive, teasing but commanding, and it made her feel like a tightly wound string ready to snap.
"Don't worry, Mommy. I'll make sure you're the happiest mother ever. Trust me."
Juliana's heart raced as she fumbled with the container in her hands. Predictably, it slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Thankfully, it didn't break or go skidding across the room like her dignity.
"O-oops, I'm so clumsy. C-can you move, d-d-dear, so I can grab it?"
She stammered, trying to sound casual while her brain screamed,
'This is my chance! Escape now before he turns you into a puddle of sin!'
Artis tilted his head, smiling like the innocent devil he was.
"Of course, Mommy. Let me help you."
"Wh-what? No need, Mom—huuupp!!"
She barely got the words out before he made his move. Like a predator that had toyed with its prey long enough, Artis struck.
His fingers tangled in her hair, gently but firmly pulling her head back as his other hand snaked around her hips. In one swift motion, he bent her over the counter, her ass arched in the air like it was auditioning for a music video.
"Wait! AHHH!!"
"Take the container, Mommy. It's right there to your left."
Artis said, his voice dripping with saccharine innocence, as though he wasn't holding her in a position that would make a porn director nod approvingly.
His hand gripped her hair just tight enough to make her neck arch back, while the other hand secured her hips with the authority of someone claiming land rights.
The scene was so ridiculous it could've been titled Raw Doggery: A Kitchen Saga.
Juliana gasped, her face heating to levels that would rival the stovetop nearby. Sure, the position hurt a little, but fuck if there wasn't a tingle spreading through her core that had no business existing.
And then it happened. As she bent further, her ass cheeks naturally spread, and like a homing missile finding its target, Artis's rock-hard cock found itself perfectly nestled between them.
'Oh, sweet mother of everything holy!'
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