In the early morning hours, the grand foyer of their extravagant Zegion mansion was filled with the soft glow of dawn. Elena and Celica, their loyal maid, stood in animated conversation, their voices carrying an air of anticipation.
"So, what culinary delights do you have for us today, Celica?"
Celica, clad in her crisp maid uniform, smiled warmly.
"Madam Elena, I've prepared a special cuisine for today," she divulged. "It's a remarkable assortment of succulent beef, carefully seasoned and cooked to perfection."
Elena's smile widened, her lips parting to reveal a glimmering row of pearly white teeth.
"Oh, I can't wait to have that meat inside me..."
"Eh?" Celica said.
"Never mind," Elena giggled.
As if summoned by their conversation, Sieghart appeared at the top of the grand staircase, his hands nestled casually in his pockets. He descended the stairs, his steps purposeful and confident. In a bold move, he playfully slapped Celica's buttocks, his grip on her fat ass asserting a possessive ownership that spoke volumes.
A rosy blush flooded Celica's cheeks, her voice betraying her flustered state.
"I-I'm fine, Master Sieghart," she stammered, her eyes darting towards Elena for guidance.
Elena, her composed demeanor momentarily disrupted, shot a disapproving gaze towards Sieghart.
"Why are you doing that?" she inquired, reproach in her voice.
Sieghart raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.
"Do what, Mother?" he questioned.
Elena's lips pursed, a flicker of irritation passing through her expressive eyes before she dismissed the matter with a wave of her hand. "Never mind, it's not important," she replied leaving the scene.
The two— Sieghart and Celica were surprised by her sudden outburst.
Sieghart was an adult and him squeezing a maidʼs ass wasn't anything out of the norm. Provided she was the maid of the Zegion household, that ultimately meant that she was the property of everyone within the mansion. Of course, no one took advantage of her— aside from Sieghart who occasionally fondled her breasts and slapped her ass.
For two good reasons:
(1) She had a fat ass.
(2) It gave him some skill and EXP.
Sieghart released Celica's pert buttocks, his gaze locked onto the departing Elena.
"What's wrong with my mother?"
"I'm not sure, Master."
"Hm," Sieghart rubbed his chin. "Did I do something wrong...?"
"No... not really," she meekly shook her head. "And besides, it's abnormal for her to get angry at you."
"Right?"
Sieghart sighed, deciding to kill off the matter there. He knew his mother loved him too much to stay angry at him.
"So what're we having this morning, Cel?" he asked.
Celica guided him to the kitchen.
...
Nightfall,
The moonlight poured its ethereal glow through the intricately adorned windows, casting shadowy silhouettes along the pristine marble floors of the opulent mansion.
Elena, her steps as light as a feather, wandered aimlessly through the regal hallways.
A crescent smile adorned Celica's lips as she caught sight of her mistress.
"Good evening, Lady Elena," she greeted with genuine warmth.
Elena's response was but a pout, her delicate features twisted in a hint of annoyance.
"Hmph!" she gently said.
Elena averted her gaze, clearly not in the mood for idle pleasantries.
Undeterred by Elena's cool reception, Celica gracefully stepped forward.
As she passed by her mistress, worry poked holes in her mind.
"Did I do something wrong?" she quietly wondered to herself.
Meanwhile, Elena continued her solitary journey.
In mere minutes, she reached the grandiose door of her husband's chamber.
However, as her hand lingered on the intricately carved handle, her heart sank with a sorrowful realization.
Tonight was Martha's turn to share Lord Greldine's embrace.
A soft sigh escaped Elena's lips as she reluctantly turned away from the door.
I'm not mad that it's Martha's turn, I'm just not happy about what Sieghart did today. I know, he's a grown man and is entitled to do whatever he wants... I-, I just don't like him touching Celica... her and other women... I love my son too much to let him enjoy his sexual life with other women.
...unlike Marcus, Sieghart just looks perfect— a lot like my Greldine too...
Marcus has my silver hair, but Sieghart has Greldineʼs black hair and steely blue eyes. It's unfortunate that after giving birth to him, I have to let him go...
I can't stand leaving him in the care of other women.
...I guess I'm just obsessed with my son... I know Sieghart's an adult, but I don't think he's ready for other women. Is he?
She wanted to head for the other room.
Then,
A thought crossed her mind.
"Unless..."
A devious smile crossed her countenance.
...
Late into the night,
When Sieghart awoke, his hand instinctively reached out and grabbed onto something soft, awakening his senses.
"What's this?" he muttered.
As he applied gentle pressure to the tender, yielding flesh, a rush of pleasure coursed through his body. He continued to knead and press, feeling an intoxicating warmth spreading within him with each movement.
"Nnnngggyyaahhh~~!"
A loud and passionate moan sounded out of nowhere.
His eyes fluttered open, revealing the sight before him.
It was his mother, Elena, her breast firmly secured in his strong grip.
A sly smile adorned her face, her breath hot and heavy.
Beads of sweat trickled down her flushed body and onto the rumpled sheets. Some of the bullets of sweat traced their way down her smooth skin and all the way into the crevice of her sweaty, juicy breasts.
These salty fluids gently consumed her meaty breasts, it made it easier for Sieghart's hand to make complete contact with the contours of her breast.
Her voice, filled with desire and amusement, reached his ears in a husky whisper.
"I didn't know your hands were this powerful, little Sieg," she purred, inching closer on the bed.
Sieghart's surprise was quickly replaced by intrigue, his grip on his mother's breast unyielding.
Breast Grappling:
+20 skill points
+20 EXP
He mustered a calm composure, even as his body ignited with desire.
Inquisitively, he asked, "Mother, what're you doing here?"
His words were laced with some excitement, his hand never once releasing its grip on her massive tits.
Elena scooched closer, her closeness enveloping him in a cloud of her sweaty, lustful scent.
"Oh, my little boy, you've grown so strong," she whispered sensually, her breath hot against his earlobe. "My breasts, even your father hasn't touched them this well before..."
Wait, does she really want me to do it...? I mean, there's something about my mother that's sexy and oddly enough, that gives me a lot of level up points...
Maybe just some few squeezes...?
Or no... maybe I should go all the way... drive my cock inside her... I can already imagine the amount of skill points and EXP I'll gain... Get ready mother... For the ride of your life...
This happened for one good reason: Sieghart's boosted libido.
His 「Good in Bed」 skill was instinctively activated which enabled him to have stronger grip. Hence, he could squeeze his mother's jugs like they were water balloons.
Sieghartʼs hand continued its fervent exploration of Elena's breast.
The room filled with heavy breaths and gasps,
"Nnngahhhh~~! Ahnnn~~! Nnyesss~~!"
Sieghart's fingers glided across the moistened fabric, the sensation of sweat mingling on the palm of his skin. Every movement of his hand, every squeeze and press, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
It was enough to make his cock harden.
"Mmnnnn~~ my son's hand... nngghhh~~ so stron—nngghaaahh~~!!"
As his grip tightened, he could feel the softness of Elena's breast yielding beneath his touch, a tantalizing warmth radiating from the depths of her flesh.
Elena's moans bounced off the walls, they were unending.
"Oh, Sieghart, you wanna do it don't you...?"
"Do what?" he knowingly asked, feigning innocence.
She smiled seductively. "You wanna taste mommy's milk, huh~~?" she whispered breathlessly, her words lingering in the air.
The mere suggestion sent a jolt of excitement surging through Sieghart's veins.
With a wicked grin, Sieghart's hand moved with purpose, swiftly peeling away the fabric that hid Elena's voluptuous breasts.
The sight that greeted him was breathtaking - a meaty, plump jug, glistening with sweat. The outline of her breast, accentuated by the sticky fabric which clung to it, revealed these breasts of Elena to be truly suckable meats.
High in protein, one might say.
His hungry gaze shifted to the other rosy-tipped nipple, it's pertness accentuated by the sweat that adorned its surface.
Elena, lying opposite him on the bed, beckoned to him seductively.
"Don't you want to touch them~~?" she whispered.
Sieghart smiled.
"Just like your father does~~ don't you wanna go where he's gone~~~?"
Unable to resist, Sieghart's fingers dove forward, capturing the bare breast with a voracious hunger. His hand couldn't cover the entirety of her massive tits, but that made it even better.
Hungry breast fondle:
+20 skill points
+20 EXP
Elena's moans exploded.
"Nngghhh~~! So fucking goo~~ ahnnnnn~~!!"
Her teeth sank into her lower lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape.
Sticky skin met sticky flesh as he continued to massage her breast.
The way she squeezed her eyes and tried to maintain her pleasure was even more arousing.
Sieghart continued to exert an unwavering force, as if his hands were gentle clouds caressing a delicate water balloon, with the sole intention of bringing forth its delightful burst.
"Nnngghh~~ S-Sieghart... you're going to— ahhnnnn~~!!"
The immense power he applied was unable to contain the sheer abundance of her breasts, causing her huge chunks of meat to slowly emerge between his fingers, magnificently showcasing the juiciness of her sweaty breasts.
"You're breasts are so huge," he smiled. "Mother," he uttered with a sexy touch.
Elena was still fighting away the pleasure, "Youʼve sucked them for how many years and didn't notice~~?"
"No, not really... but now, I can.."
He maintained the firm, tight grip on her breast. She barely had the proper chance to breathe.
"You sucked my nipples and drank my milk way more than Marcus ever did as a... as a baby~~ ahnnn~~"
"So?"
"So, you're the one who made them swell so much, you'd suck them at least eight times a day~~"
"Oh really~?"
Elena grunted in-between her sensual moans.
"Y-yes... if I wasn't a half decent mother~~ ahnn~~ I'd have enjoyed the you sucked me back then~~"
Sieghart raised an eyebrow, his grip on her breast loosening with every hitched breath from Elena.
"You're shameless mother~~" he smiled.
At long last, Sieghart ceased his actions and gradually released his grasp, allowing his fingers to depart from her bosom like a snake, while two of his digits tenderly secured her rosy nipple.
Her nipples were throbbing, and a small residue of milk could be seen pounding at the tip of her nipples, ready, just waiting to squirt out in an uncontrollable rain of whiteness.
This subtle connection of his fingers with her nipple was enough to send delightful vibrations coursing through her being, as she lay upon the bed.
"Ohhhnn~~ my~~!"
Shortly thereafter, Sieghart delicately turned her nipple, as if it were a precious knob, eliciting a resounding and euphoric moan from her lips.
"Nyyeess~~ yes Sieghart, press mother more~~!"
Nipple twist:
+20 skill points
+20 EXP
When Sieghart finally released his grasp on her nipple, she was panting heavily, her perspiration even more profuse than before.
Her breaths were so scorching that he could witness steam billowing forth from her mouth with a powerful rush.
"What's wrong mother? You look a little... overwhelmed..."
She continued to pant.
Sieghart leaned in close to her ear, "Cʼmon, you've done this with father before... you should have more expertise than this, right?" he asked her.
Elena's mischievous smile cascaded across her face as she leaned in towards Sieghart.
"If that's truly what you desire," she whispered.
With a graceful movement, she straddled his lap, positioning herself ever so gently as she peered down at him.
His cock was wedged between the fleshy walls of her buttocks.
"Oh, little Sieg is so hard down there~~ I haven't even pulled your pants down, son."
Leaning closer, their breaths mingling in the air, Sieghart spoke.
"Yes, Mother, I'm ready."
Yet, just as their lips were on the precipice of touching, Elena abruptly withdrew, latching onto Sieghart's cheek with a teasing pull.
"Perhaps another time, dear," she said.
With a fluid motion, Elena gracefully left him behind.
Standing by the door, Elena adjusted her disheveled clothes, her breasts were tucked back into her clothing. Her eyes gleamed with a playful warmth as she turned to face Sieghart.
"Rest well tonight, my dear. We have an early day tomorrow."
The words lingered in the air.
Hopefully, this wouldn't be the last time...
Sieghart's shock was palpable.
"But... I thought we were going to have some fun," he stammered, his eyes locked onto Elena's retreating figure.
Elena's seductive wink held promises of countless possibilities.
"Not tonight, my darling," she cooed. "But perhaps another time."
As the door closed behind her, Sieghart was left suspended.
"This isn't fair... my rod... it's so frigginʼ hard..."
...
I decided to hop into his bed... not because I was trying to seduce him into having sex with me, but rather, I wanted to see just how much he knew about women... And gosh... The way he touched my breasts and even gave these nipples a good squeeze... I've never felt more alive in a while... But I think I've finally proven my theory, Sieghart knows a lot about women... and I think... I think... I'm in love with him... my son...
She gently walked down the corridors, a slightly concerned look on her face.
"I should take another shower first.."
Her eyes took a good look at her sweaty chest.
"Yeah, I really should."