"Mm. "
Celine moaned, a soft grunt escaping her lips as she gently moved backward, a wave of surreal pleasure washing through her.
'What… what is this feeling?' she wondered inwardly.
Her gaze flicked toward the pot. "Oh… oh my, I need to stir it."
She grabbed the spoon and began mixing the soup, hands moving quickly.
"You shouldn't be stressing yourself out so much mum." Adrian said softly.
'You should be stressing yourself on pleasing me, rather than that you fat ass bitch...' he thought.
He stepped closer, his hand settling gently on her shoulders.
"Just hold on a minute… let me clean you up." He said.
His hand slid up from her waist to her abdomen, moving carefully over her body and stopping at the curve of her breasts. He gave a gentle squeeze to her full, succulent breasts, feeling the slight resistance of her bra.
'I wonder how she's going to react to this…' Adrian thought inwardly.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her as one of his hand moved lower, brushing between her legs, igniting a sudden, intense heat. She nearly moaned aloud, her eyes fluttering open as she instinctively leaned back.
"Adrian… what are you doing?" she whispered, a mix of surprise and uncertainty in her voice.
And then Adrian said, "Don't worry, mum. Just let me clean it up so you'll be nice and clean." One hand gripped the towel as it stroded towards her backside, while the other moved with purpose as he gently began cupping her breast and squeezing her ass. He could feel it—soft, full, like goddamn pillows in his hand. Bigger than, bigger than my fucking head.
'My goodness...are these breasts or are these fucking bubble beds? They feel so goddamn succulent. ' he thought, taking another ass squeeze.
'This is how soft they feel with a bra and panty on. God… I have to tear off her bra. I think I need to strip every damn piece of clothing she has on.' Excitement thrummed through him like needles. He pressed closer, his hard cock already pressing tightly against her rounded ass.
She trembled under his touch, almost losing control, as his lips traced soft kisses along her ear from side to side. "Oh…" she moaned, eyes closed, body turning under him.
Adrian didn't stop. His hands roamed, squeezing her breasts, teasing, pressing, exploring.
'Something feels off...Is it because she has the bra on?' he thought, but his face remained innocent, eyes locked on her. She turned toward him, helpless to resist, moaning as the heat and pleasure built within her pussy.
Celine turned around, slamming her hand lightly on the table, her cheeks flushed with heat. Adrian pressed himself close, his hard length brushing against her rounded ass, feeling the way her body welcomed him.
'God… this is perfect.' he thought, taking in the feel of her soft, full curves beneath his hands. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently yet firmly, feeling their weight and softness as they moved under his touch.
"Yeah… I think your shirt is a little bit in the way," Adrian said, his voice low, teasing.
"Why don't I just…"
Before she could respond, he gently dragged the top of her shirt, revealing a lower portion of her breasts.
"How about I take this down a little..." he muttered.
As he slid the shirt down, her breasts spilled out, full and perky, moving naturally with the motion. She stared down in surprise and delight, unable to hide her excitement.
'Wow…' Adrian thought, captivated by her shape, the way her breasts responded to his hands. 'They're incredible.'
"Adrian…s-sto..." Celine muttered, a mix of disbelief and pleasure in her voice. She shivered as he continued to squeeze her breasts gently, pressing his lips closer to her ear.
"You haven't answered me." he whispered.
"Is something wrong?"
"No… it's just...." she murmured, her body arching slightly into his touch. She wanted this, she wanted him, and her moans said more than words ever could.
Adrian continued, squeezing her ass and breasts with tight hungry squeezes. He felt her respond to every touch, and it sent a shiver of satisfaction through him.
His hands moved slowly, deliberately, barely grazing her at first. The rag he'd been using to wipe the stain on her chest lay forgotten on the counter, leaving her completely exposed to his touch.
Adrian cupped her breasts, feeling their softness, his fingers brushing lightly over a nipple, sending a shock of heat through both of them.
'God… this feels incredible,' he thought, savoring the way her body responded, every shiver and gasp feeding his desire.
"Oh… Adrian… we shouldn't… you're my...you're my son." she whispered, her voice trembling with longing.
Adrian ignored her playful protest, focusing on her entirely. He explored the curves of her body with slow, careful pressure, feeling her shiver under his hands.
'This is too good… I can't stop,' he thought, kneading and teasing her gently, each motion deliberate, each touch a spark.
Celine gasped, pressing her hands lightly against the counter for support, her moans soft but urgent as the sensations coursed through her.
And then, right then-
Poof-
A abrupt burst of milk poured out of her nipples as he gently kneaded them, spilling onto his hand and to the cabinet floor as a loud moan immediately tore from her mouth, unable to restrain it.
"Ohh Adrian!!" She turned as he eyes rolled upwards, drowning in complete pleasure.
She leaned into him instinctively, arching her plump ass checks against his cock print, completely lost in the heat of the moment as her pussy began to flood uncontrollably.
Adrian took a glance down to Celine's breast, and just from the sight of how much her milk spilled all over the counter, it aroused him the more as he felt his cock throb harder against her ass.
'Mmm...yeah...I'm gonna milk this bitch.'
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