NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 273. You’re Acting So Different Than Usual, Oliver.

This time, his thrusts into Mia were even quicker than previously.

In and out, he drove his cock without mercy, devastating her snug, soaked pussy with ruthless force.

His rhythm accelerated more and more, each push growing fiercer and more intense.

Amara could sense his vigorous motions from afar, even as he plunged into his mother rather than her.

Amara then encircled Mia's back with her arms, holding her as close as she could while returning the kiss.

Kissing her own mother in this way felt strange, yet somehow, it didn't bring discomfort.

On the contrary, it seemed utterly instinctive, making her arousal surge from their intimate, sinful touch.

Oliver relished the view before him while he hammered into his mom.

He adored seeing how intimately his mom and sister bonded, locked in a kiss and embrace like that.

"You two look so sexy together... so fucking hot..." Oliver groaned, his pumps gaining speed and power with every instant.

As soon as those words escaped him, Mia and Amara's passion intensified, their kiss deepening as tongues danced together.

With each ticking second, Mia sensed her ecstasy mounting within like a volcano on the verge of explosion.

This rush wasn't unfamiliar; she'd known it before during her close moments with Oliver.

Yet on this occasion, everything shifted.

She felt overtaken by a wild beast driven solely by insatiable cravings and lust.

It was utterly primal. It was fiercely raw. And it brought incredible bliss as the fire inside her intensified, racing through every part of her until she teetered on the edge of reason and could no longer contain it.

Then her orgasm hit, and Mia cried out loudly, "I'm cumming, O-Oliver!! Aaaaahhh, Mommy is cumming now!!"

"Then cum, Mom... Cum for me as much as you'd like!! Cum from me fucking you so hard!! I love you, Mom!!" Oliver yelled, before nipping her earlobe and drawing it between his lips, pulling another moan of delight from her.

Mia's thoughts blanked out in rapture, and soon she could only manage garbled whispers as she climaxed fiercely on Oliver's cock, wave after wave.

While savoring her peak, Mia realized Oliver had stilled within her, but abruptly, he unleashed scorching, dense spurts into her womb without notice.

This surprise sent shivers through her, igniting yet another surge of delight across her form.

And then...

Suddenly, awareness faded, leaving only the sensation of her son flooding her pussy with his seed.

A rush of warmth exploded in her depths as the hot, milky fluid surged from her womb, igniting her entire body like a blaze, consuming all in its wake.

The heat was so intense that her frame quaked and spasmed wildly for long moments.

Amara observed Mia's wild release from Oliver's creampie, her features radiant with joy and rapture, tears tracing from her eyes.

Noting those looks, Amara chuckled softly before teasing, "You must've loved that, Mom."

Mia replied with a weary grin, panting heavily as she said, "Yes... Yes, I do love it so much, Amara... So much!"

"Hehe, I know what you mean... because I love it too."

Amara shifted her eyes to Oliver, whose cock remained embedded deep in their mother, and smiled, "Although I would've liked more of your tasty cum inside me too... But hey, we've got all the time in the world for this, so how about grabbing some tasty food for now?"

Oliver beamed at the idea, nodding in agreement before withdrawing his cock from his mom's pussy, allowing some seed to drip onto her.

"Mommy... you're leaking," Oliver remarked with a smile.

Mia adopted a pouty expression and replied, "It's not my fault you keep filling me with so much..."

Oliver laughed lightly, stroking her head and adding, "Sorry, but you look so gorgeous leaking like that."

Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead, stirring her heart once more.

"And also," Oliver went on, "I'm sorry for slapping your butt earlier. I shouldn't have let my anger take over."

Mia grinned at Oliver before returning his kiss.

"It's okay. It felt nice, so don't fret. I adore how possessive and commanding you're being with me."

Hearing that, Amara added, "Yes. You're behaving so unlike your usual self, Oliver. I like it too, but I don't want you to lose control and turn harsh."

Oliver showed a remorseful look upon those words, reflecting on his earlier conduct toward Amara and Mia.

'That wasn't like me... I shouldn't snap at Mom over little stuff like this, and I ought not to envy Amara for hanging out with other guys. This has to stop... I need to uncover what's triggering this and end it!' Oliver mused inwardly before offering a warm smile to the pair.

"Sorry. I'll make sure not to let it happen again," he assured them, stepping back and heading to the bathroom.

At the bathroom doorway, Oliver paused and looked over his shoulder. "You two should join me. I'm sure neither of you wants to stay all sticky and sweaty like that."

Mia smirked as she trailed him, while Amara rolled her eyes before rising to follow.