Extra's Pov: The Goddess Wants Me To Conquer Milfs

Author’s note: I changed a few things so you might want to reread the previous Chapter before reading this one.

...

I leaned against the bedframe, replaying the scene in my mind.

I placed two fingers over my lips, tasting the lingering warmth of my mother’s mouth.

A few weeks ago I wouldn’t have even dreamt of such a thing happening. Well... maybe I’d have dreamt it, but believing that it would even become a reality? That was far from possible.

Now however... the dream had become a reality.

I pulled open the system and noticed my mother’s corruption had deepened. It seemed that due to the light kiss we shared, a few ideas had entered into her mind. Although I was curious what the next few days had in store for us, I could only let things play out.

Leaning over to the other side, and with a satisfied smile on my face, I drifted off to sleep.

...

The next morning, I woke up early, already planning the next move.

I could hear Mom in the kitchen, the familiar clatter of pans and the scent of breakfast wafting upstairs. I took my time getting dressed, choosing loose shorts that did little to hide my semi-hard state. Let her see what she had caused the previous day.

When I walked into the kitchen, she was at the stove, wearing a modest robe that still could not hide her incredible figure. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands clinging to her neck. She startled when I entered, nearly dropping the spatula.

"Morning, Mom," I said casually, stepping up behind her to reach for a glass in the cabinet.

My body pressed lightly against her back for just a second. Enough to feel the softness of her ass against me, before I pulled away.

I acted as though I couldn’t recall what had happened the previous day.

"Good morning, sweetie," she stammered, not turning around. Her voice was hoarse, like she had not slept much.

I wondered if she had spent the night fighting the images I had left her with.

I sat at the table, watching her move. Every bend, every stretch made the robe shift enticingly. She kept stealing glances at me, possibly wondering what was going through my mind.

Just as Lucas had guessed, Evelyn was curious about what her son was thinking. The previous day she had tainted his purity twice. Her son had grown up ignorant of such matters and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. Yesterday however, not only had he seen her naked he’d also shared a kiss with her. She could only wonder what was going through his mind, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion.

Some minutes passed and the tension around the two hadn’t settled in the slightest. In fact it only seemed to heighten even more.

"About last night..." she started once, setting a plate of eggs in front of me.

I looked up at her innocently and replied in a light voice noticing she was hesitant to say anything about the topic. "It is okay, Mom. Really. We do not have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable."

But the way her nipples peaked again under the robe told me she was thinking about it constantly.

The teasing had only just begun. I would keep her on this knife’s edge. Close enough to feel the heat, far enough that the guilt and desire kept building into something unstoppable. I was extremely curious to see just how much uncontrollable desire would break my mother.

"Uh... alright." Although Evelyn was startled, she nodded with a warm smile. Turning around she quickly settled the remaining breakfast on the table.

The mother and son duo ate in silence. I acted as though I couldn’t feel her eyes boring down on me. It was hard containing my expression since I wanted to let out an amused chuckle countless times. Thankfully, my control didn’t slip.

After breakfast I had my shower and dressed for school.

’Another day of oogling at girls...’ I muttered to myself.

I didn’t know which was more entertaining. Mentally corrupting my mother or toying with the ladies at school. If I was to choose I’d likely choose the latter. Still the thrill of the former was undeniable.

I ran a hand through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was truly handsome, with a sharp jawline and crystalline green eyes. My dark hair was long and neat, and I had a lean build with faint outline of muscles and slight scars due to being bullied in the past. I was tall if 6’2" could be considered that. Half a head taller than my mother.

Smiling to myself I ran a hand through my hair once again.

’It’s time to continue my path of corruption...’

...

While Lucas was on his way to the academy, there was someone else similarly on her way there as well. However, from her facial expression and physical appearance, one could tell that she had a completely restless night.

"Ivory are you sure you’re alright?" a feminine voice echoed in the warm room, "you can choose to stay at home if you want. There’s no bad in missing a day of lectures, I’m sure the instructors at school would understand. I can call them and inform them of your condition if you want me to."

Ivory glanced at her mother seated at the edge of the bed and shook her head.

"Its alright mom, I can go, I’m just feeling a little... off..." Ivory stammered at the last part of her sentence, hesitating on whether to tell her mother the truth or not.

It wasn’t that she was sick or anything. However...

Wrapped in the warm blanket, she slid her fingers down. She was completely soaked. It had drenched her nightgown completely, startling Ivory. She was shocked that this had happened to her while she slept. However it wasn’t just that, but the image of someone kept appearing in her mind.

She hadn’t interacted with him before, although she knew he existed. Being the only male student at the academy had made him popular. However he was similarly uninteresting. He rarely talked to anyone, and being an unawakened, it was hard for people to converse with him on the same level. Despite that, they still respected the fact that he was the school’s head step son and treated him the same way they’d treat any other person.

Still... despite being a weak, powerless unawakened. Ivory didn’t know why whenever she thought about him her wetness only seemed to increase.

’Am I... in love?!’ her eyes couldn’t help but widen at the startling realisation.

Author’s note: I changed a few things so you might want to reread the previous Chapter before reading this one.

...

I leaned against the bedframe, replaying the scene in my mind.

I placed two fingers over my lips, tasting the lingering warmth of my mother’s mouth.

A few weeks ago I wouldn’t have even dreamt of such a thing happening. Well... maybe I’d have dreamt it, but believing that it would even become a reality? That was far from possible.

Now however... the dream had become a reality.

I pulled open the system and noticed my mother’s corruption had deepened. It seemed that due to the light kiss we shared, a few ideas had entered into her mind. Although I was curious what the next few days had in store for us, I could only let things play out.

Leaning over to the other side, and with a satisfied smile on my face, I drifted off to sleep.

...

The next morning, I woke up early, already planning the next move.

I could hear Mom in the kitchen, the familiar clatter of pans and the scent of breakfast wafting upstairs. I took my time getting dressed, choosing loose shorts that did little to hide my semi-hard state. Let her see what she had caused the previous day.

When I walked into the kitchen, she was at the stove, wearing a modest robe that still could not hide her incredible figure. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands clinging to her neck. She startled when I entered, nearly dropping the spatula.

"Morning, Mom," I said casually, stepping up behind her to reach for a glass in the cabinet.

My body pressed lightly against her back for just a second. Enough to feel the softness of her ass against me, before I pulled away.

I acted as though I couldn’t recall what had happened the previous day.

"Good morning, sweetie," she stammered, not turning around. Her voice was hoarse, like she had not slept much.

I wondered if she had spent the night fighting the images I had left her with.

I sat at the table, watching her move. Every bend, every stretch made the robe shift enticingly. She kept stealing glances at me, possibly wondering what was going through my mind.

Just as Lucas had guessed, Evelyn was curious about what her son was thinking. The previous day she had tainted his purity twice. Her son had grown up ignorant of such matters and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. Yesterday however, not only had he seen her naked he’d also shared a kiss with her. She could only wonder what was going through his mind, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion.

Some minutes passed and the tension around the two hadn’t settled in the slightest. In fact it only seemed to heighten even more.

"About last night..." she started once, setting a plate of eggs in front of me.

I looked up at her innocently and replied in a light voice noticing she was hesitant to say anything about the topic. "It is okay, Mom. Really. We do not have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable."

But the way her nipples peaked again under the robe told me she was thinking about it constantly.

The teasing had only just begun. I would keep her on this knife’s edge. Close enough to feel the heat, far enough that the guilt and desire kept building into something unstoppable. I was extremely curious to see just how much uncontrollable desire would break my mother.

"Uh... alright." Although Evelyn was startled, she nodded with a warm smile. Turning around she quickly settled the remaining breakfast on the table.

The mother and son duo ate in silence. I acted as though I couldn’t feel her eyes boring down on me. It was hard containing my expression since I wanted to let out an amused chuckle countless times. Thankfully, my control didn’t slip.

After breakfast I had my shower and dressed for school.

’Another day of oogling at girls...’ I muttered to myself.

I didn’t know which was more entertaining. Mentally corrupting my mother or toying with the ladies at school. If I was to choose I’d likely choose the latter. Still the thrill of the former was undeniable.

I ran a hand through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was truly handsome, with a sharp jawline and crystalline green eyes. My dark hair was long and neat, and I had a lean build with faint outline of muscles and slight scars due to being bullied in the past. I was tall if 6’2" could be considered that. Half a head taller than my mother.

Smiling to myself I ran a hand through my hair once again.

’It’s time to continue my path of corruption...’

...

While Lucas was on his way to the academy, there was someone else similarly on her way there as well. However, from her facial expression and physical appearance, one could tell that she had a completely restless night.

"Ivory are you sure you’re alright?" a feminine voice echoed in the warm room, "you can choose to stay at home if you want. There’s no bad in missing a day of lectures, I’m sure the instructors at school would understand. I can call them and inform them of your condition if you want me to."

Ivory glanced at her mother seated at the edge of the bed and shook her head.

"Its alright mom, I can go, I’m just feeling a little... off..." Ivory stammered at the last part of her sentence, hesitating on whether to tell her mother the truth or not.

It wasn’t that she was sick or anything. However...

Wrapped in the warm blanket, she slid her fingers down. She was completely soaked. It had drenched her nightgown completely, startling Ivory. She was shocked that this had happened to her while she slept. However it wasn’t just that, but the image of someone kept appearing in her mind.

She hadn’t interacted with him before, although she knew he existed. Being the only male student at the academy had made him popular. However he was similarly uninteresting. He rarely talked to anyone, and being an unawakened, it was hard for people to converse with him on the same level. Despite that, they still respected the fact that he was the school’s head step son and treated him the same way they’d treat any other person.

Still... despite being a weak, powerless unawakened. Ivory didn’t know why whenever she thought about him her wetness only seemed to increase.

’Am I... in love?!’ her eyes couldn’t help but widen at the startling realisation.