Lustful Life: Starting by Seducing My Best Friend's Mother-Chapter 16: Ch : I Want A Passionate Love

The moment I heard the shower stop, I acted as if I had finally snapped out of my lustful haze, hurriedly put my mother’s panties back into her shorts, rolled them up, and placed them on the edge of the bed where they were originally.

I then bolted out of the room, pretending to be in disbelief at my own actions.

Of course, I was only pretending for my mother, and in secret, I left the master bedroom door slightly ajar and moved to a spot from where I could secretly watch from afar, hoping to catch a glimpse of my mother’s wet, naked body.

Unfortunately, she came out in a tank top and a pair of short, tight leggings.

’Tsk.’

My erection was still there, so I quickly flopped onto the sofa on my stomach and pretended to watch TV.

A few moments later, my mother came out of her room.

She acted as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t sensed a thing, and walked right past me, giving a sharp slap to my butt on her way to the kitchen.

Smack!

"Still lying down... Quickly go and wash up!"

Her act of acting as if nothing happened was all the confirmation I needed to know that phase two of my plan was a success.

"Aya!... Okay, my lovely mother."

So I played along and spoke affectionately before I hurried to the bathroom, lest she would nag me again. I took a quick shower and moved on to the next step of my plan.

By the time I came back, my mother was in the kitchen, cooking with her apron on over her tight outfit.

Seeing her like that, I quickly adjusted my still-hard cock in my underwear, pointing it downward.

Then I sneaked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, giving her a back hug.

My arms pressed against the soft bulge of her lower breasts, and my semi-erect cock snuggled perfectly between her ass cheeks.

Considering the height difference between my mom and me, it was indeed correct to point my dick downward. Otherwise, I’d have been poking her back or just stabbing the air uselessly.

Although my mother knew about me sneaking up on her, she still flinched and was startled by the sudden, unexpected hug.

"Oh, you startled me!" Her voice was a little shaky, but then she relaxed and continued. "What’s with the sudden hug? Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but you’re a grown man now. It feels... a little weird."

"What, a man can’t hug his own mother?" I murmured into her ear with my chin resting on her shoulder.

Hearing that, she let out a playful huff.

"Hmph! Is that my fault? You used to squirm away from me and avoid my hugs? Now you’re becoming so clingy and affectionate all of a sudden. Say, what do you want?"

"That was then, Mom, and I was a little shy to show my love, but now I am not." I tightened my grip. "And I don’t want anything. I just wanted to hug you."

"Really?"

"Really... So, what can I do to help?"

"Nothing for me, sweetie, the food’s almost ready. You could go see if the maids need a hand setting the table."

"You got it, Mama!"

Even though she must have felt my forearm touching her chest or my cock digging into her buttocks, my mother pretended nothing was wrong, saying that her grown son was acting weird, and she shook her butt from side to side to get me away.

I had to say that the feeling of her buttocks grinding against my cock was pure heaven.

And the fact that she didn’t push me away, that she just accepted this sudden, intimate contact, was all the green light I needed to know that she was getting used to my touch and the plan was working.

Later, after I’d helped the maids and she saw how "devoted" I was, she gave me a warm smile and squeezed my shoulder before moving into the living room and slumping onto the sofa.

It felt there was nothing obscene about the scene, but one look at the way her dress wrapped around her body... it was practically tempting one to make it obscene!

’Ah! I want to fuck my mom so much.’

With such thoughts flashing in my head, I quickly finished the dishes, dried my hands, and headed to the living room sofa, where my mom was. It was time to take the next step in my plan.

’Time to repay my mother’s massage, hehe.’

Chuckling inwardly, I walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her, and started to gently massage her shoulders while talking to her.

"Mom, your shoulders are pretty stiff too."

"Mmm, is that so?" she hummed. "It’s been a hectic time lately. So much fighting, so little rest. So, like today, you should help me out around the house more, okay?"

"Of course! And don’t worry, I’ll become an even stronger Hunter than you soon. You won’t have to work so hard anymore."

"Quite the filial son, aren’t you? But I have to say, I like this side of you much more than that shy one, hehe." She giggled playfully and threw my own words back at me in a teasing voice.

Moreover, seeing me, her most beloved, one and only son, who once fled from her whenever she tried to be affectionate, now being so attentive, setting the table, hugging her, and now massaging her shoulders, put her in a clearly good mood.

The corners of her mouth lifted into a pretty, satisfied smile.

She twisted her upper body, presenting her back to me for better access. It was an easy move for a flexible woman like her, but it didn’t suit what I was trying to do.

"Mom, lie down properly. I’ll give you a real good massage."

"Oh? Well, there have been some spots that exercise just couldn’t fix. Hope your massage works out well."

She didn’t hesitate and immediately shifted to lie face down on the sofa.

The movement made her big tits squash against her sides, forming two beautiful and tempting arcs of flesh.

I stared for a moment, admiring her prone figure, before swinging a leg over her and straddling her thin waist with my knees around her body, and started massaging her shoulders.

But no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t help but want to knead my mother’s lovely breasts sticking out on both sides and suck on the thick, dark pink nipples at the ends.

I even wanted to rip off her leggings, slide my cock between those ass cheeks, bury it in her tight pussyhole, fuck her like an animal, ram my hips into her until she broke, and I have emptied my balls deep inside her womb.

But even if I could, and she allowed it all, not wanting to hurt her son, what then?

A son who raped his mother. A mother who was raped by her son.

No matter how much she loved me or lusted after me, that love would only ruin our relationship and make it even harder to conquer her completely.

That wasn’t the ending I wanted.

What I wanted was for her to see me as a man, to want me back, and to share a passionate love with me.

For that, I had to first build physical intimacy. Step by step. And this message was just the beginning.

Of course, it wasn’t just a "gentle" massage.

I had already activated my ability Eros Touch, and my hand, which had been massaging her shoulders, sometimes "accidentally" brushed against her breasts, from the side.

The sensation was incredible.

As I felt the firmness of my mother’s water balloon-like breasts through my fingertips, my cock, as expected, was in awe.

The best part was that she was face down, eyes closed, and lost in the sensation, and I knew it was a tacit approval to let me "accidentally" make some mistakes as long as I didn’t cross the line.

Realizing this, I slid back and positioned myself directly over her hips with my ass down right on top of her magnificent, round buttocks.

I didn’t know if it was psychological, but the feeling of my mother’s huge buttocks under my ass was a thousand times better than the cushioning of the finest leather sofa.

While massaging her waist and admiring the beautiful curves created by my mother’s thin waist with my eyes, I gently grind my ball pouch against her ass, testing the waters, pushing the boundary of what she would allow.

Still, I didn’t get overboard to avoid capsizing the situation and directly asked her instead.

"Mom, I think your butt is really tight. How about I work on that for a while?"

"Ugh, yeah~"

Although her voice was muffled by the cushion, I knew she moaned just now, and it was this pleasant hum from the massage that made her willing and gave her consent.

’Yes!’

A chance to rub my mom’s big, beautiful butt, the one I’d stared at countless times, as much as I wanted!

’Hehe, now we’re talking.’