NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 277. Can I Get a Kiss Too?

It's often said that absence sharpens affection, and for Brenda, after months apart from Oliver, a strong longing for him began to bloom within her.

A voice from the depths of her being urged her to recognize this sooner, yet her logical side pushed those notions aside, dismissing them as foolish and impractical.

Meanwhile, Oliver relished the sensation of Brenda's tender, yielding form molded against his own, savoring each moment of the closeness.

"Hey, what’s on your mind? Why do you have that silly grin spreading across your face?" Oliver playfully prodded Brenda, whose face flushed pink at his words.

"I don’t know... I just can’t stop myself..." Brenda whispered shyly, dodging his gaze, mortified by her own response to his touch.

Her bashful demeanor drew a gentle laugh from Oliver as he cupped her chin softly, lifting her face so her blue eyes locked with his deep brown ones.

Without a blink, they peered into each other's eyes, as though searching for the honest emotions and motives hidden beneath the surface.

Finally, Oliver bent forward and captured Brenda's lips with his in a tender kiss.

A wave of delight rushed through both of them the instant their lips met, causing their pulses to race while they lost themselves in the warmth of the kiss.

Following several deep, fervent kisses, Oliver drew back and planted a light kiss on Brenda's cheek, drawing a sweet laugh from her.

Releasing her, he stepped back a few paces. "So, what’s holding us back? Let’s head inside together!"

Brenda agreed eagerly with a nod, her mind completely swept away from Sarah and Ron, who had been right there beside her the whole time.

But just as they started to proceed, Sarah clutched Oliver's sleeve firmly, halting his movement.

Nerves and uncertainty flickered in her expression, as if she wished to escape this moment entirely.

Her face grew flushed, and she appeared unable to meet his eyes straight on, overwhelmed by shyness.

Still, summoning her resolve, she spoke in a hushed voice, "Can I get a kiss too?"

Those words left Oliver stunned in place, prompting him to shoot a quick look at Ron, who showed no shock at the unfolding events.

He had likely anticipated a development like this, given the dynamics of their bond.

"You want one too, Sarah?" Oliver queried with a soft chuckle, then offered a brief nod to her plea. "But not out here in the open, naturally. I wouldn’t want Ron facing ridicule from the crowd."

Sarah scanned the area and noticed the onlookers fixated on them. Oliver's arrival in the flashy car had stirred up a real stir, after all.

Blushing deeper, she murmured, "How about in the car?"

"Alright, sure. Let’s do it." Oliver answered, striding toward the supercar with Sarah trailing close.

Ron and Brenda tagged along too, eager to experience the inside of that stunning machine.

Settling into the driver's seat, Oliver guided the vehicle to the parking area, shut down the motor, and paused, letting Sarah take the initiative.

Deep breaths came in quick succession, her bosom heaving unevenly as she fought to steady her nerves.

At length, she mustered the bravery to turn toward Oliver in the seat next to her.

Their eyes met, and needing no more prompting, Sarah inched closer.

Her plush lips met his, eyelids drifting shut as a quiet sigh slipped from her when contact was made.

Oliver's breathing caught sharply as their mouths joined; he slid a hand over Sarah's ample chest via her dress, kneading the yielding flesh and drawing a soft moan from her.

In the meantime, Ron watched the display before him with rapt attention, unable to look away, captivated by its allure.

The intensity of his stare scorched her skin, igniting her further beyond the heat sparked by her kiss with Oliver.

With their lips still entwined, Oliver's free hand trailed along Sarah's leg.

The silky texture beneath his touch, reminiscent of fine satin or plush fabric, tempted him to linger indefinitely.

Regrettably, their situation made that impossible.

When they parted, Oliver told Sarah, "There you have it. I hope that quenched your craving, even if it probably just left you wanting more."

"Yes... You’re right... Sorry..." Sarah's blush intensified as she looked away from Oliver, appearing utterly charming to him.

Grinning slyly, Oliver faced Ron and ribbed him, "You seem pretty thrilled by all this. Is your fetish getting even kinkier these days?"

Ron jumped slightly at the comment, feeling exposed like prey in a trap.

"Well... um..." he faltered, unsure how to reply to the direct query.

Brenda let out a light laugh. "Sarah has only been with Ron since your last visit with us. So, it’s clear Ron missed out on seeing his girlfriend taken by another man. No wonder he’s worked up watching her get aroused from kissing someone else."

"I suppose that makes sense," Oliver conceded with a casual lift of his shoulders. "Anyway, should we head to the auditorium now? No use lingering here chatting."

The group consented right away and stepped out of the car, making their way to the structure where the others awaited.

"So Oliver," Brenda began as they strolled along, "what went on with you these past few months? Why did you ignore all our texts and calls?"

Oliver shot her a sidelong glance, encircled her waist with his right arm, and said, "A lot occurred back then, and even more is coming that’ll demand even longer explanations. For now, understand that I’ve transformed into a completely different person."