"Adam, honey, you’re ba—"
Delilah, standing in the hallway in a simple lavender house dress, didn’t get to finish her sentence. I strode quickly and imdiately swept her into a tight embrace.
I buried my face right into her ample, full breasts, feeling their softness and warmth even through the thin fabric of her dress. Her sweet, fragrant scent instantly flooded my senses. My hands weren’t idle; they imdiately grabbed her round, firm buttocks, kneading them with fervent passion through the smooth dress.
"Mmh—!" Delilah gasped, her body arching back slightly from the force of my sowhat rough hug. A small moan, full of surprise and sothing else, escaped her lips. Her flawless cheeks flushed crimson instantly.
"A-Adam... you’re so naughty..."
Her voice was husky, teasing.
Her hands, which had been raised in shock, now ca down. One wrapped around my back, while the other boldly slipped between us and pressed directly against the hard bulge straining behind my pants. Her fingers stroked the shaft of my dick, which reacted by hardening even more.
"You’re really impatient, aren’t you?" she whispered in my ear, her breath warm. "You still sll of blood and sweat, haven’t even showered, and you’re already like this..."
I lifted my head a little, still nestled against her chest, gazing at her flushed face and her sparkling golden eyes.
"Mom," I murmured, my voice ragged with desire. "How can any woman be as tempting and sexy as you? I truly can’t believe there were two foolish n in your life who neglected you all this ti. Were they blind?"
Delilah smiled, a smile that was slightly shy yet full of satisfaction. It made her look younger and more enchanting. "Sweetheart, I’m so happy that you want this much."
"Surely many praised your beauty. Your face is often on the cover of ’Most Beautiful Hunters’ magazine every year," I continued, one hand still squeezing her butt, the other rising to stroke her soft blonde hair.
She shook her head gently, her eyes gleaming. Her fingers on my crotch pressed deeper, making hiss. "Beauty and fa like that... I never really cared about it. I prefer attention from soone who truly... values ."
Then, she brought her lips close to my ear again, her voice dropping lower, more seductive. "So... do you want to have dinner first, Son? Or..." she paused briefly, "...have first?"
That temptation was like throwing gasoline on the fire inside . My desire surged.
"Mom, since when did you beco such an expert at teasing like this?" I asked, kissing her slender neck, savoring her fragrant skin.
Delilah sighed, her body swaying slightly in rhythm with the movents of my hand on her rear.
"Ever since I beca... yours," she answered simply, yet aningfully.
I pulled her closer and pressed my lips against her red ones.
The kiss was deep, full of hunger, and mutual claiming. My hands road over her dress, feeling every perfect curve of her body. She kissed back passionately, her tongue tangling with mine.
But after a mont that felt far too short, I pulled away, albeit reluctantly. My breath was ragged. Delilah looked at with glassy, questioning eyes.
I smiled, trying to calm the raging lust.
"I think... we’d better have dinner together first. I’m hungry too. And..." I slowly released her, though her hand was still reluctant to let go of my crotch, "...I brought gifts for you all."
Delilah looked slightly disappointed, but her smile soon returned. "Gifts? For and the girls?"
"For all of you," I answered, finally releasing my embrace completely. "But... maybe after dinner, we could... continue our earlier conversation?"
Delilah’s golden eyes glead again. She nodded slowly, then licked her lips in a very deliberate motion. "Of course, Sweetheart. I’ll... prepare a special dessert."
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Dinner proceeded in a... unique atmosphere. Mom’s cooking was incredible, but my focus was divided.
I sat at the table with Gwenneth to my left. She ate very slowly and was clearly trying not to look at . But under the table, it was a different story.
Her delicate hand carefully stroked the shaft of my cock, which had been erect since earlier. Her movents went up and down, sotis pausing at the tip to swirl her thumb over the head, now glistening with pre-ejaculate. Her touch was exquisite; as if she knew every centiter of that shaft.
Across the table, Delilah and Angeline were making light conversation. But their attention was clearly divided as well.
"Brother," Angeline suddenly spoke up, cutting off the talk about the weather. Her eyes, the sa color as her mother’s, sparkled with enthusiasm. "Everyone in my class is talking about you, you know. You’re the hot topic."
She smiled a little proudly, as if it were her own achievent.
"Oh really? What about?" I asked casually while taking a bite of at, while under the table, Gwenneth’s grip tightened.
"Well, about you awakening as a Rank A Awakener, of course! And..." she lowered her voice a bit, though it was still clear, "...about how you humiliated Alex Rutherford and the others. They said you finally got your revenge."
I swallowed my food.
’Little brat,’ I thought to myself, a familiar annoyance rising. ’Weren’t you the one who most often looked down on and mocked in this house? You were the most vocal calling trash and a loser. Did you forget?’
But I simply nodded, keeping my expression neutral. "I see."
Even though we attended the sa academy, Angeline and I rarely ever ran into each other since our classroom buildings were separated. I was a third-year, while she was only a first-year.
"They totally deserved it!" Angeline exclaid, her cheeks flushing slightly with emotion. "How dare they look down on —I an, look down on my brother!"
Delilah, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke. Her voice was gentle as ever.
"Adam, honey, do you want more? Your plate is almost empty." Her gaze dropped to my plate, then rose to my face with a look full of concern.
I shook my head. "I’m full, Mom. Thank you."
But Delilah gave a small smile, a sowhat mysterious one.
"In that case, Mom isn’t full yet." She said as she stood from her chair. "Mom is still lacking... sothing."
"Mom?" Angeline looked at her mother, confused.
Delilah didn’t answer. Gracefully, she walked around the table and sat in the empty chair to my right. As soon as she sat down, her hand imdiately went under the table. But not to my cock—she reached further back, and her skillful fingers began to gently stroke and massage my scrotum.
The sensation was imdiately different, deeper, more thorough. anwhile, Gwenneth on the left, sensing her mother’s presence, beca even more eager. The speed and pressure of her hand increased, as if wanting to show who was better.
"Ah—" I almost moaned but managed to hold it back.
Gwenneth, who was usually arrogant and mocking, was now completely silent. I glanced at her. "You’re quiet, Gwen? Don’t you have anything to say?"
Gwenneth froze, her hand stopping for a mont.
"I...I..." She fumbled for words, fear and confusion warring in her eyes.
Delilah, while continuing her expert massage, saved her—or perhaps redirected the topic. "By the way, Gwen, how’s the investigation into the missing Ti Ticket from your guild? Any leads?"
Gwenneth sighed in relief, her hand moving again, this ti slower. "No, Mom. No leads at all. It’s as if it just vanished."
Angeline, seeing her mother and sister "conspiring" under the table and feeling left out, grew restless. Her cheeks grew redder.
"Mom! Sis! You two—!" she protested, but couldn’t finish her sentence. She stood up, then, with a quick and shaless movent, slipped under the table.
We all fell silent for a mont. Then, I felt her presence between my legs. She looked up, her big, bright eyes gazing at full of hope and pleading.
I chuckled, holding back both ticklishness and mounting desire.
"Back to your seat, Angel. Your mouth is still dirty from eating. I don’t like that."
Angeline’s expression imdiately fell. She pouted, clearly very disappointed. "But—"
"But," I cut in, "as a substitute... you can use your feet."
Angeline’s face lit up again, though a slight pout remained. She crawled back to her seat. Then she lifted both her long, slender legs, stretching them out under the table. Her feet were bare—it seed she had purposely not worn socks since earlier. Those feet were white, smooth, with neat toes.
I grabbed her cold ankles. Her skin was smooth as silk. I directed her small soles towards my crotch.
"Mom, Gwen," I ordered briefly.
They understood imdiately. Gwenneth withdrew her hand, and Delilah stopped her massage. Together, they then held Angeline’s feet, positioning the cold, soft soles directly onto my throbbing shaft.
Ah... The sensation was truly sothing else.
Cold, smooth, but with just the right pressure from the arches of her feet. They began moving Angeline’s feet up and down, rubbing them along the length of my shaft.
Angeline, across the table, had a face flushed crimson, biting her lip to hold back what seed to be a ticklish sensation; her feet occasionally twitched.
The combination of Delilah and Gwenneth’s skilled maneuvering of the feet and the unique sensation of Angeline’s skin was too much. My desire peaked. My shaft twitched wildly, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
"I’m gonna co..." I groaned.
Delilah, with incredible reflexes, imdiately grabbed a small empty bowl containing so leftover gravy. With a swift motion, she placed it right beneath the tip of my cock.
No ti to think anymore. The pent-up heat erupted. Thick white jets spurted out vigorously, quickly filling the small bowl.
I let out a long sigh, my body going slightly limp, while three pairs of eyes at the table were fixed on the spectacle.
After the final twitch, I took a deep breath. In my heart, I could only curse: Fuck, that was so good...
Angeline stared at the bowl filled with my sen, then looked at her mother.
Before she could say anything, Delilah spoke in a soft yet firm voice, while still holding her youngest daughter’s foot.
"You’ve gotten your share directly quite often, sweetie," Delilah said to Angeline, her eyes gleaming. "Let Mom enjoy the results this ti."
Angeline looked at her mother with disbelief, then her pout returned.
"Mom, you’re greedy! I hate you!" she snapped. Then, she pulled her foot back, stood up, and ran out of the dining room, leaving the three of us behind.
The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly turned quiet. Gwenneth was still frozen, unsure what to do. Delilah just smiled faintly, then carefully lifted the bowl containing my sen as if it were liquid gold.
I sat there, digesting the scene that had just unfolded.
’Was she sulking?’ I thought. It felt... kind of funny and endearing.
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