A Weird Way To Cultivate: Birth Of A Legendary Sage
Chapter 24: Good Service 1

Her face was red and followed by her breathing, that is extremely rapid.

She walked to the side of the bed and stood there, both her hands and finger were clutching each other.

Looking down at his rod and how it trembled when he masturbated right in front of his mother, made Vladimir sword’s full of power.

“Umm, honey. What you are doing is pretty indecent, you must hide and only do this while being alone,” she said to him, but she was looking at the window, too embarrassed about it.

“But mother, it hurts. It’s so hard and it cannot calm down,” Vladimir responded.

Hearing this, she let out a deep sigh, gathered her strength, and sat on the edge of the bed near his head.

“Then... then.. Let your mother do this job for you,” she said with a red face.

Vladimir, hearing her mother’s word, stopped his hands, as he rested them on the bed. His face was filled with pain since he could not calm it down at all.

Seeing his anguished look, Aeloria slowly extended her hand, and as she touched the pulsing rod with his fingers, it trembled and pulsed violently.

[Your mother just touched your malevolent rod. You have earned 100 Ero Points]

Seeing that he was rewarded by this, his face showed no expression since he doesn’t have any idea about its uses.

The moment her fingers touched it, the juices in her garden were pouring out even more. 

Thus making the rod throb violently, as if it can feel the flow.

Aeloria could not help bu think is was so hot, it was so hot for her that she could not help but breathe hardly as she then started her actions.

Which is sliding her hand up and down.

His rod throbbed again in her palm, it was hot and heavy, as she blinked nervously.

“S-so warm...” she murmured under her breath.

Her movement was very awkward as her eyes looked misty and timid. 

Since it’s been so long, that the muscle memory she had had already been washed away.

“My son’s thing, I’m holding my son’s thing,” she screamed in her mind.

“So hard, it’s pretty hard. It’s hardness is much more sturdier than his father,” 

Her grip was too tight at first, then too loose. She tried adjusting, her fingers slipping slightly due to the heat and moisture.

The motion made a soft, wet sound as her hand clumsily glided over him.

Shlick~

~Shlick

Shlick~

“Is this okay?” She asked, not daring to look up.

Vladimir let out a guttural breath, his chest rising and falling faster, but he said nothing as his mind was blank.

His hands on the bed made his fingers curl into the sheets. Hearing no reply and seeing that he wasn’t stopping her, Aeloria continued. 

Her pace was uneven and slow, then faster, then slow again.

She was trying to remember how to do this, since it had been a long time. She licked her lips unconsciously, making her heart pound.

Her face scrunched up slightly, embarrassed at the sound of her hands because she was relieving her own son, but she didn’t stop.

“Haah... it’s twitching again,” she whispered, watching it react to her touch.

Her wrist ached a little from the effort, but she kept going, determined to make his son comfortable.

Because in the first place she was not really an expert at this, her husband is the only one who was always in the lead.

So during the times they were intimate, she was always below and was only rarely on top since her movement is awkward and she doesn’t know how to continue after that.

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But she had some experience in using her hands and mouth, but those experiences are just for rookies.

Since as a woman, her mind was set that her job was just to lie down and wait for the love of herlife to pound her down there until it was finished.

Beads of sweat formed at her templ as her breath turned shaky, her fingers trembled every time his shaft trembled in her hand.

“Mother, can you do it faster?” Vladimir asked with a look of wanting.

Aeloria froze for a heartbeat. Then, swallowing the lump in her throat, she gave a small nod. 

“O-okay… My dear son, let your mother increased the speed then,” she whispered, shifting closer.

Still seated at the edge of the bed, she leaned toward him, and as she moved, her full breasts swayed beneath her loose plain dress, the fabric clinging slightly from the dampness in the air. 

It jiggled softly with each stroke, and Vladimir could not help but touch it since it was just right in front of him.

Feeling the touch, she stopped and looked at her breast that was being squeezed, making the milk damply wet her clothes, so she let go of his rod as she stopped him.

“Honey, don’t waste your mother’s milk,” she said to him with a red face.

“Sorry, Mother, I just love touching it,” he replied.

Aeloria did not get angry since this must be because of his experience when he was a child; having a liking for touching his breast must have triggered the sense of comfort in drinking from her breast when he was a baby.

“Okay…”

 “But wait, honey,” Aeloria said softly, her voice was soft and quiet as she sat at the edge of the bed. 

“Let your mother lower her dress first.”

Her cheeks flushed with warmth as she reached behind her back, fingers fumbling slightly with the knot of her simple, plain brown dress. 

The fabric had clung tightly to her figure all day, especially around her ample chest. Now, easing it down was no gentle task.

With a small grunt of effort, she tugged the upper part downward.

The cloth resisted for a moment as it tightened from how snugly it had embraced her bosom.

But then by exerting all at once, it slipped free.

Fwump!

Her humongous breasts spilled out, unrestrained and heavy, bouncing softly from the sudden release. 

The motion made them jiggle with hypnotic rhythm. It was still full and round, their natural weight were impossible to forget. 

Her nipples wasflushed and slightly stiffened from the air, pointed forward invitingly.

Aeloria instinctively covered them with her arms at first, as she blushed furiously. But remembering it was just her son, she uncovered it.

“Honey… d-don’t stare at your mother like that,” she murmured, her voice barely holding its composure as her arms slowly dropped to her sides.

She was still seated, leaning toward him just slightly, her breasts now rising and falling with every breath she took.

They jiggled again, so subtle even with the smallest of movements, it was as if responding to the tension in the air.

“Huh? Why, Mother?” Vladimir asked.

Aeloria, who had lost her mind for a moment, shook her head and smiled. 

“Nothing. It must have been the wind,” she said to him.

Vladimir just nodded as he stared at him deeply, he had clearly heard what she said since his hearing was already better than that of a hunter.

But he did not dawdle on that, so with that he continued since Aeloria positioned herself much closer to him.

Her breast was on much closer on his face, and he saw that her mother’s arm could reach his malevolent rod, wrapping her palm around it. 

Aeloria could not help but like this feeling very much, “Go ahead and play with your mother’s breast, but remember, don’t waste the milk. Got it!” She said to him with a stern look.

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