Just the Two of Us: The Serving Mother (Labella de Pawen) (5)
At the sight of her son agreeing without the slightest hesitation, Labella kissed Marei’s cheek again and again in open delight, then lightly licked his face.
“Fufu, Marei. So you’re saying that eventually you’ll have to do everything yourself?”
“Yes…”
To Marei, who was already more than satisfied with Erden and the others, Labella’s words felt somewhat unrealistic. Still, the boy was filled with a sense of duty to indulge whatever she wanted, so he gave her a suitably vague answer.
“How is school these days? Have you found a girlfriend you like?”
“I’m… dating Philia, I think. Ah! If you move… mmm…!”
Philia. Philia. Philia the Blood.
Labella murmured the name under her breath, then smoothly shifted her body sideways. She pressed Marei down onto the sofa and fluidly changed their position from rear entry to a tight, face-to-face embrace, her breasts crushed against his chest.
She stroked his face and pulled him even closer. “Is there another girl?”
“There isn’t anyone else I’m dating.”
Then Mommy can keep you all to herself for now.
Seeing the smile on Labella’s lips, Marei seized her possessively full breasts and took one into his mouth.
“Ahhn. Marei… do you like Mommy’s breasts that much?”
Instead of answering, he nodded, making wet, rhythmic sucking sounds as his tongue swept over her and pressed firmly. Another heated sigh spilled from Labella’s lips.
If I start producing milk, Master might steal every drop our baby is supposed to drink. That would be troublesome. Still, there’s Ilien and the others, and that filthy bitch who dares call herself a saint, so it should work out somehow.
It was an impulsive, entirely present-focused thought—one the usual Labella would never have entertained. Had the matter concerned the Audit Bureau or family affairs, she would have spent all night drafting meticulous plans. But when it came to her beloved Master, planning did not exist. Being together was joy enough; she simply wanted to savor every single second.
The obscene way he suckled—too lewd for a child, too desperate for an adult—his tongue exploring every sensitive place, made Labella unconsciously clench her lower belly and draw him deeper inside her.
They remained locked together in silence for long minutes, sharing body heat, hands roaming. Only when Marei seemed satisfied did he finally lift his mouth from her breast. Her soft mounds jiggled as though protesting, obeying gravity, the pink tips now flushed a deep, needy red.
“Labella… what have you been doing lately, Mom? Ngh… you’re squeezing so tight… haaaaa…”
The way he called her name and then added the maternal title made Labella’s smile deepen with subtle pleasure. Even his awkwardness was adorable. The thought that he called her by name every day sent electric tingles racing through her lower body.
So it’s the mommy role today. Well, it doesn’t matter.
Labella smiled inwardly and decided to devote herself fully to the part. The realization that she alone possessed her young Master right now made her shiver with a strangely fulfilling thrill.
“Let’s see… I’ve been living the same as always. I’ve been doing yoga with Ilien.”
“Yoga…?”
Marei repeated the unfamiliar word, and Labella lovingly stroked his hair. In response, the young boy kneaded her buttocks. The scene was far too strange to be called mother and son—especially with his semen slowly oozing from where they remained joined as one.
“It’s supposed to improve flexibility, so I’ve been making an effort. According to Ilien, it’s ‘To serve Master by squeezing his cock as tightly as possible!’”
Labella’s bright, high-spirited imitation of Ilien made Marei burst into soft laughter. He had glimpsed a side of her that was usually so gentle yet turned ice-cold at work or with outsiders. Of course she was only copying Ilien, but still—Labella mimicking someone else. He didn’t know everything about her, yet he felt she was changing, little by little. And the thought that it was because of him filled him with smug pride.
“Are you doing any special exercise, Marei? Your body feels firmer lately. There’s muscle on your arms and thighs now. Are you learning swordsmanship?”
Normally after lovemaking they would rub their skin together and chat about their days or plans for the week, but because Idrien’s training was still underway, it had been a long while since the two of them had spent such pure, unhurried time together.
“Ah, yeah…”
Labella’s fingers traced his thighs and forearms with open sensuality; her judgment was unerringly accurate even without words. Marei could only nod awkwardly.
“What about your swordsmanship instructor? Is she pretty?”
“Ah… well… she is pretty…”
Recalling Instructor Nagisa, Marei answered with pure honesty. Labella’s eyes twitched, but the boy who had barely begun to understand a woman’s heart could not possibly notice.
“You haven’t already toppled her with this monstrous cock, have you?”
“No, no! I haven’t!”
At the sight of Marei panicking, stuttering, and shaking his head frantically, Labella could no longer restrain herself. She showered his forehead, cheeks, and nose with a flurry of kisses.
“I thought you might have already gathered some splendid slaves without Ilien or me knowing… How much progress have you made?”
“No… that’s… I’m fine with just Labella.”
Thanks to what he had slowly learned about a woman’s heart during his date with Philia, Marei instinctively lied.
“Hehe… But then the other girls would be so pitiful. Isn’t that right, Mas-ter?”
Labella knew perfectly well that she alone could not handle her beloved Master. She had no choice but to yield a little. She could tolerate Idrien since her training was not yet complete, but she could never forgive the Saintess Erden Fabel. Sealed by the gods, the woman was half-crippled—she could neither become pregnant nor even take him inside her. When the growing number of women all ended up pregnant, having one such Meat Toilet might prove useful. With that thought, Labella fixed Erden Fabel’s value at exactly that level in her mind. Quite pleased with this mental arrangement, she hugged Marei even tighter.
Of course, elevating herself by looking down on others was the sort of vanity Labella normally despised. Yet Erden Fabel was so threatening a rival that Labella felt anxious unless she placed herself above her. She understood this better than anyone.
“Does Marei like me the most?”
“Yeah. I like Labella the most. No—I like Mommy Labella the most.”
At the young boy’s unwavering answer, Labella pressed her whole body against him, rubbing her soft flesh along his. Being called Mommy isn’t bad at all.
She lifted her hips slightly where they remained joined, bringing Marei’s cheek closer, then began licking every inch of the boy’s face with her long tongue. When the sticky organ swept across his lips, he instinctively extended his own tongue, trying again and again to catch the naughty one marking him. Sticky saliva stretched and broke between them as he chased her tongue across her face in playful retaliation.
“Ngh… ngh… Labella…”
“Try harder, Marei. Slurp… chu.”
As though mocking his clumsy attempts, Labella would kiss him whenever he moved wrong, sometimes sucking gently on his cheek. After being toyed with several times, Marei suddenly thrust his hips upward as if lifting her, driving her back against the end of the sofa.
—Schluuuuurp…!
“Ahhn…! This is… slurp… mmm… mm… mmm…!”
Startled by the sudden ambush, Labella cried out in adorable little sobs with her mouth hanging open. Marei did not even give himself time to savor the trembling of her inner walls before shoving his tongue between her lips.
—Slurp… smack… schluuuuurp…!
This was no gentle, ticklish affection. He pushed saliva into her mouth and sucked greedily, claiming her as though devouring raw lust. Labella’s trained body responded exactly as it had been taught. Their saliva mingled again and again, tongues tangling so completely they no longer knew whose was whose, thrashing wildly before finally parting.
“Haa… haa… A surprise attack is against the rules, you know?”
Even while panting, Labella’s smile held no trace of displeasure. If anything, she looked delighted. Between her spread thighs lay the sight of her mound and the thick shaft buried inside it. Sweat glistened on the defined ridges of his abs, trapped between his thick thighs and belly. Tears clung to her green lashes, threatening to spill at any moment.
She opened her hands in a clear “come here” gesture and whispered in a soft, coaxing voice.
“Hold me tighter. Wrap your tongue around mine completely… let’s make each other feel so good… so, so good…”
Unable to resist the supreme temptation of her body, Marei leaned forward with renewed vigor and once again thrust his tongue into his mother’s mouth. Soft lips parted, tongues met in the air, tracing each other before sliding inside. Saliva dripped down her chin, ran along her neck, and stained the brand-new sofa.
—Slurp… slurp… lick. Slurp… smack.
A long hand slipped beneath his arm, slender fingers wrapping around his back. They seemed content simply to rest there at first, then subtly scratched along his muscles, tracing his shoulder blades, narrowing the impossible distance between them. At the same moment her inner walls squeezed tightly and her tongue stilled.
Marei pulled back, gazing at the satisfied, panting Labella, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with one finger.
It should be fine now.
The thought struck him, and he called out to his beautiful mother at once.
“Labella… did you cum again?”
“Yes… Mommy came again… haa…”
Her trembling body clung tightly to the boy. She buried her face against the shoulder of the young son who was still so much smaller than her and struggled to breathe.
After several shaky breaths, Labella placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed as though preparing to move.
“I’ll get ready right away… right away…”
Marei laced his fingers with her long ones and buried his face in Labella’s chest.
“Marei…?”
“I want to stay like this.”
“Ahaha… Yes. Yes. So do I.”
Labella slowly scratched his scalp with her fingertips, breathing softly.
“Marei, what do you think of Idrien?”
“Hmm… I like her…?”
Even Marei found it difficult to evaluate Idrien in simple terms; he did not know how to put her into words. Labella seemed to understand, because she simply gazed at her lovable Master with a mysterious little smile.
“She does all sorts of things for me, so… it’s nice.”
“All sorts of things, hm…”
Labella nodded easily. Compared to her own meticulous step-by-step preparations and the Saintess’s approach, Idrien’s impulsive way of doing whatever she felt like did resemble Ilien somewhat.
“Still… I was surprised she made you do it with her at the Audit Bureau.”
“Fufu, I was a little flustered too. But since it was something you wanted, Master, I was happy.”
At Labella’s seductive smile, Marei unconsciously pressed his lips to her plump ones. As their tongues tangled, his hand naturally slid along the woman’s side, gently kneading her soft ass before slipping a finger into the tight ring of her anus.
“Ah… ngh…”
Her slender chin lifted. A hot, unmistakably female scent rose from her body. The vaginal walls that still gripped his throbbing, unsated cock tightened even more, stirring fresh desire to fill her again.
“Both… both holes at the same time… ngh…!”
The memory of their frenzied coupling at the Audit Bureau flashed through his mind as he watched her pant. Words he would normally never speak slipped out.
“Hey, Mom. No… Labella. There’s something I want to do.”
Labella nodded willingly at her beloved Master’s first proactive request.
“My, my… Marei is becoming quite the little pervert… Fufu. Ngh… ngh… uhhuh…!”
—Schluuuuurp…!
Labella pulled herself off the cock that had been buried so deeply inside her. She sobbed like a beast at the aching emptiness, her buttocks quivering with regret as she gushed a flood of love juice. The hole that had stretched around his monstrous size slowly contracted, closing tightly. Even so, thick white fluid continued to spill from the narrowing gap, stretching downward in heavy ropes before falling to the floor with an audible plop.
Spreading that supreme, recently used hole with two fingers, Labella gripped the table with both hands and lowered herself onto all fours like an animal before her young son. Her buttocks still carried every trace of their passion—large, white, perfectly shaped for breeding, marked with faint handprints despite only a few slaps. Her thick thighs and calves flexed, revealing smooth muscle. Heavy white clumps of semen clung to her skin, slowly crawling downward.
Far from feeling shame at the obscene evidence of their lovemaking, she swayed her hips as though begging him to look even more. The way her ass moved, pushing out yet more thick white semen, made Marei swallow hard as he stepped closer.