My Milf System-Chapter 242 - 250. Am l a hot mommy milf?

The Next Day...

Early that morning, Asher returned to his usual routine. School awaited. He rose before anyone else, took a long, hot shower, then ironed his uniform with the precision of a gentleman. Once dressed, he stood before the mirror, admiring himself. With a lazy push of his fingers, he swept his hair back—messy on purpose, just enough to look effortlessly sexy. A smirk curled on his lips. Perfect.

At breakfast, he barely touched his food. Instead, his eyes kept drifting and stealing shy glances at his mother. He knew she’d only been teasing him the night before... and yet. Onalenna smiled brightly this morning, playing the role of a normal, cheerful mom like nothing had happened. Sharon sat beside her, putting on that same innocent face, as if they were just an ordinary, wholesome family.

But the gods knew better.

That was the biggest lie of all.

Onalenna was kinda disappointed on the inside. She thought if she teased her son real good last night, he’d get really hard and start fucking his sister Sharon when she went to sleep. All so that she’d indulge in her hobby: masturbating while watching her children fuck. But unfortunately, it didn’t happen. She had kept her skill active the whole night, monitoring their every move from her room, but they really didn’t do anything. All Asher did was go to sleep in his room, while Sharon went to hers.

As Sharon and Asher walked off to school, Onalenna was left alone.

She took a long, soaking bath that morning, letting the heat ease into her skin. Afterward, she shaved her legs, her underarms, and trimmed her pussy. Once she was done, she reached for the lotion she kept under the sink and rubbed it into her skin, taking her time. It was the same morning routine she takes every morning, but this morning, she paused just long enough to look at herself in the bathroom mirror, taking in her nude reflection.

Not bad for thirty-seven, she thought.

Her stomach was still flat, and her massive boobs, though showing a bit of sag, still held their shape up nice and beautifully. That thought alone brought a proud, amused smile to her lips. She turned to check her backside. Her ass wasn’t the same firm roundness she’d flaunted in her youth, but thanks to consistent workouts and the occasional monster-hunting missions she sometimes takes, she could confidently say her butt looked better than most moms her age—especially those with kids as old as hers.

She reached for a fresh pair of cotton panties to wear. They were white, with two small pink bows near the hips. The fabric was see-through, and she could clearly make out her neatly trimmed pussy through the soft, semi-transparent lace. The delicate trim around the waistband and legs gave them an extra feminine touch.

If Asher was like any other pervy teenager his age, she’d have intentionally left these panties in his room just so he could see them, and use them to masturbate. Her mind couldn’t stop imagining him using her panties, wrapping them around his thick young cock and begin beating his meat.

She ran her hands over her breasts, and her nipples instantly hardened. They had always been sensitive—painfully so at times—but this morning, they felt even more reactive than usual.

As one hand groped and squeezed her heavy tits, the other drifted lower, her fingers gliding over the thin fabric of her panties. They were already soaked. Dripping, even.

She knew thinking about her son and getting this wet was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She was fantasizing about him tasting her dirty panties while he jerked himself off. She slightly slid those panties aside and put a finger in her own pussy. She began to rub her clit back and forth flicking and teasing for a while and slowly making small circles around it. She keep rubbing it, low soft moans coming out of her mouth. Then, she sunk her middle and ring fingers deep inside her cunt and played with her g-spot, making the ’come hither motion’ over and over and harder. Her other hand made its way to her left nipple and squeezed it hard. She rolled it and pinched with her thumb and index finger. She could feel that she was about to burst. She kept up the pace on her g-spot, thrusting her wet fingers in and out. She could feel it coming, and fucked herself even harder before she released her fingers just in time to shoot her cum all over the floor of the shower, some of the sweet nectar flowing down her thick thighs, and drooling down. She almost buckled when she came so intensely. After that, she licked her fingers, tasting her own cum on them as she cleaned them. Finally, after she was done, she stripped naked, and tossed her dirty panty to the laundry basket and hoped that Asher will see it, and smell her own sex juices on them. After that, she wiped her pussy with her wet towel, and walked off the bathroom. Arriving at her bedroom, she decided to get dressed.

Since it was a hot day, she slipped into a fresh pair of panties and the sexy yellow sundress she’d bought last time with the money Asher gave her. It hung loosely on her curves, light and airy, and she didn’t bother with a bra—she just wanted to feel the breeze against her skin. The fabric was thin enough that her nipples pressed subtly through, slightly visible to the eye. She completed the look with a pair of simple sandals and headed out.

Her destination? Ivy Rembrandt’s shop. A day of lazy gossip and mindless chatting sounded perfect—especially since she clearly had nothing urgent to do these days. There was enough money at home to keep her from worrying about hunting for a while.

She strolled down the street with a contented smile, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm she had earlier thinking about her son. Rex followed loyally behind, tail wagging, and ears perked like a silent guardian.

As she walked down the sunlit street, past open stalls and stone-paved lanes, she could feel eyes on her from every direction. People were admiring her, some gazing at the way her voluptuous breasts jiggled with each step under the thin fabric of her sundress, others staring openly at the sway of her luscious hips. The light breeze did nothing to hide her curves, and she could practically feel their stares pressing against her skin.

Knowing that even at her age she could still make heads turn filled her with a warm kind of pride.

Am l some kind of hot mommy MILF?

The thought made her chuckle softly to herself. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

But as her eyes briefly scanned the men watching her, she felt kinda annoyed knowing that not a single one of them would have the guts to actually approach her. It was frustrating.

Then again, even as just a C-rank hunter, she was still stronger than most of the men in the kingdom. So, it was most likely that the ones gawking at her just saw her as someone far out of their league.

Still, she decided not to let that ruin her mood. Let them stare.

She walked with a little more sway in her step, enjoying the attention and the heat of the sun on her skin.

Everything about her walk screamed ease—until her mood suddenly turned.

Just before she reached Ivy’s shop, she spotted someone she’d hoped never to run into again.

Willson.

A man from Zephandria who was once a temporary fix to a long-standing frustration—her old sex partner. He hadn’t even been that good in bed, with a dick two times shorter than her sons, but when you’re aching for something and there’s no husband around to take care of you, you make do. So that’s why she had to keep up with his pathetic dick, and just grinded herself on him just to force an orgasm.

"Oh, hey there, sweetheart!" Willson greeted with a wide smile, his voice coated in fake charm.

She barely spared him a glance. "Thought I told you—we’re over," she muttered, brushing past him.

He followed. "Come on! I just want to talk. Please..."

She ignored him, walking faster.

"Just three minutes of your time, that’s all I’m asking. I swear I won’t take more."

She stopped and turned, sighing with clear annoyance, her hands resting on her hips. "Say whatever you want, Will. I’m too busy for this."

"What? Here?" he scoffed. "Come on, let’s talk somewhere private."

"What?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Just in that alley. Three minutes. That’s all I’m begging for." He even clapped his hands together dramatically as if his theatrics would help.

Onalenna clicked her tongue and hissed under her breath. "Fine. Just make it snappy."

"Your wish is my command, my lady!" Will said with a mock bow, then turned and led the way, a wicked grin pulling at his lips.

TBC

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