Ten minutes later, Lorze stepped out of the bathroom. Since he was in his own house, he didn't bother putting on a shirt.
After all, it was the dead of sumr. In the comfort of your own ho, you dress as naked and cool as you damn well please.
His mother was long accustod to this sight. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there was a literal child like Ralts in the house right now, she bet her son wouldn't even bother wearing pants and would have just strolled out in nothing but his boxers.
It's a good thing I'm your mother; any other woman would be completely disgusted by your lack of sha.
Lorze casually strolled over to the couch. Watching Ralts look absolutely blissed out under his mother's expert hands, he felt a genuine, heartwarming wave of relief.
It was exactly like watching a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law getting along perfectly~.
"Ralts, Mommy's massage feels amazing, doesn't it?" Lorze softly asked the little Pokémon, whose eyes were squinted in pure ecstasy.
"Raaalt~" Ralts let out an incredibly soft, lted moan. He didn't even need his translator cheat to know she was in absolute heaven.
Do not underestimate his mother's massage technique; you could literally say this very skill was what put food on their table.
Not every Pokémon Caretaker knew "Pokémon Massage Arts." It required an encyclopedic understanding of a Pokémon's anatomical structure. Only then could one stimulate the internal energy circulation through deep-tissue rubbing, effectively relieving fatigue and drastically accelerating energy absorption.
Pokémon aren't humans, after all. Even every human has different erogenous and comfort zones, let alone the bizarre, wildly diverse anatomies of thousands of different Pokémon species.
But his mother possessed her own entirely unique, almost instinctual understanding. She could always effortlessly locate the exact sweet spots to make any Pokémon completely lt and relax in a matter of minutes.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't figure out Ralts's unique physical structure without days of intense probing.
Truth be told, Lorze had been lusting after his mother's masterful massage techniques for a long ti, so a while ago, he had begged her to personally teach him.
However, since he didn't own a Pokémon to practice his groping on, even if he practiced on his own for two and a half years, he'd still be completely blind to the nuances.
Therefore, he had always used his own mother as his personal practice dummy. It also served the dual purpose of helping his hardworking mother relax her tired body.
Even though, in the very beginning, his awkward, clumsy fondling only made his mother feel even more physically uncomfortable...
But after grinding his proficiency for a while, he still had no idea if he could successfully pleasure a Pokémon.
But he was absolutely certain he could make his mother's body completely loosen up and submit to pleasure.
So right now, watching the seductive visual of his mother massaging Ralts, an intense urge to help his mother "relax" surged within him.
"Mom, take a break. Let rub you down," Lorze said, sliding his ass right next to his mother, his bare skin pressing intimately against her body.
Hearing her son's incredibly "filial" words, his mother couldn't help but pause her hand movents and glance at him.
Seeing his highly inappropriate, half-naked state, she rolled her eyes at him, but still nodded and accepted the offer.
"Fine. Let's see if your massage skills have gotten rusty." She stroked Ralts's tiny head a few more tis before gently setting the little Pokémon down from her lap, and then effortlessly leaned her soft back directly against her son's bare chest.
For this kind of deeply intimate physical contact, both mother and son seed completely desensitized. They were a mother and son who had always relied on each other for survival; they were the single most important people in each other's lives. What was the fucking harm in occasionally cuddling up and grinding against each other?
So Lorze naturally slid his arms around his mother's slender, graceful waist, pulling her buxom, voluptuous body tightly into his embrace. Then, his hands began to wander highly inappropriately, aggressively groping and roaming all over his mother's curves~.
Cough, cough. What do you an "roaming and groping"? Why make it sound like he was doing sothing sick and perverted?
By "roaming," he obviously just ant massaging! Massaging!
You have to use your hands to massage soone, right?!
If you don't use your hands, what are you supposed to do? Pin her down and forcefully press your body entirely on top of hers?
Well... that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea either~.
Under her son's expert ministrations, his mother quickly revealed a deeply flushed expression of pure ecstasy. Her exhausted body gradually surrendered completely, lting into a soft, pliant puddle inside her precious son's muscular embrace as she snuggled against him in absolute bliss.
She had to admit, her son's technique for pleasuring a human body was truly phenonal. Maybe he was far better suited to being a professional masseur for humans instead?
Or was it simply because he was her biological son, and her heavy maternal bias was acting as a massive "son filter"?
She wasn't entirely sure. All she knew was that, as a single mother with intense needs, she hadn't felt the slightest bit lonely lately entirely because of her son's constant presence.
You have to understand, other single MILFs usually got incredibly lonely and sexually frustrated. Shouldering the suffocating pressure of providing for a family all alone often led to severe psychological breakdowns.
So why was her situation so miraculously different?
Maybe the difference just lay in the sheer quality of the son~. Especially over the past six months, Lorze had been incredibly attentive in keeping her company, pulling her deeply into his strong embrace every single day when she ca ho from work.
Forget feeling lonely; she felt downright euphoric and sexually fulfilled.
To the point where his mother seriously suspected that, financial factors aside, she was likely the one in this household who was vastly more addicted to and inseparable from her son!
With a son who satisfied her so perfectly like this, what the hell did she have to complain about?
Slowly, his mother slid her own hands around her son's bare waist, tightly wrapping her arms around his naked torso.
The mother and son entangled in this overwhelmingly intimate, cloying display. Their bodies crushed and ground tightly against each other, their faces softly rubbing together. The more they rubbed, the more intoxicating and addictive it beca, their body temperatures inexplicably spiking with rising heat.
Why did it feel like the atmosphere was rapidly devolving into profoundly taboo territory? As they kept aggressively hugging and grinding, the two of them eventually just straight-up collapsed together onto the couch.
Their legs intertwined and locked tightly around each other, intimately rubbing and creating intense friction as their breathing grew heavy and hot with lust.
Maybe... this was also just an advanced form of massage therapy?
Cough, cough. Okay fine, what kind of fucking massage involves dry-humping your mother?!
Maybe this was just... their uniquely twisted, intensely incestuous thod of bonding as a family?
They're a family, so having an exceptionally "deep" relationship is exactly how it should be, right?!
Besides, don't people on the internet always preach about how you should give your mother more hugs?
Exactly! This was just the ultimate manifestation of pure filial piety!
Fortunately, the mother and son's highly intimate session of "filial piety" only lasted for a little over half an hour. Since they had both had exhausting days, the inevitable pangs of hunger finally kicked in, forcing them to reluctantly peel their sweaty bodies off each other at the insistence of their stomachs.
"Alright, I really need to start making dinner. We'll stop here for today," his mother said, her eyes dripping with thick, wet affection as she stared deeply into the face of her precious son, their lips so close it looked like she was about to forcefully French kiss him at any second.
This was the single most important man in her life, the man she passionately loved more than anyone else on earth, bar none.
"How about I cook dinner today instead? You've been working hard all day, Mom." The lustful glint in Lorze's eyes as he stared at his mother was blatantly greedy, explicitly looking like he desperately wanted to do far dirtier things with his mother's body.
His mother had always been ticulous about her skincare and body maintenance. Her face was perfectly preserved, exuding the incredibly MILF-like, seductive aura of a highly breedable, devoted wife and mother.
It wasn't hard to tell that his mom must have been a highly sexually attractive bombshell in her youth, right?
Even as an older woman, she radiated a suffocatingly thick, erotic charm. Coupled with that firm, incredibly bouncy, blazing-hot body that made you instantly addicted to grabbing and squeezing it, she was an absolute succubus tailored to completely ruin n!
Being able to hold and grope a mother like this every single day—he genuinely didn't know if he was the luckiest bastard alive or completely cursed.
If you called it a curse, well, aside from him, no other man would ever be allowed to lay a finger on her or hold her in his arms.
But if you called it a blessing... such a breathtakingly sexy MILF was his own biological fucking mother, aning he couldn't actually cross the final line and penetrate her...
God damn it! Was this the agonizing torture of absolute bliss?!
"You should just rest. Your training is just as grueling as my job. Go spend so ti playing with your Ralts," his mother said, deeply stroking her son's cheek with pure doting affection. Then, as if entirely unable to suppress the burning lust and love in her heart, she leaned in and softly pressed a highly intimate kiss against her son's cheek, speaking with a voice as gentle and wet as water.
"Alright then, whatever Mommy says," Lorze replied, his eyes making zero effort to conceal his blatant, incestuous love for his mother as he leaned in and kissed his mother right back on the cheek.
The mother and son continued to intimately kiss and caress each other in a display that would make anyone furiously jealous... Yet, neither showed any intention of pulling away. They remained tightly locked in a hot embrace for several more minutes, grinding and acting disgustingly sweet. Finally, God knows whose stomach violently growled, abruptly shattering the increasingly hot, extrely taboo, and highly sexual tension between them. Only then did the mother and son reluctantly tear themselves apart, going their separate ways to attend to their tasks.
But whether it was his mother or Lorze, their glazed, lust-filled eyes showed they were clearly still deeply relishing the lingering pleasure of that "massage," completely enchanted by it—even though the entire second half looked absolutely nothing like a fucking massage.
When his mother finally snapped out of her horny daze, she began happily humming a cheerful little tune, wondering what delicious al she should cook for her precious baby boy tonight.
How about I make a nice, steamy Oyakodon (Mother-and-Son Rice Bowl)~?
"Ralt!"
Sensing Lorze's incredibly euphoric mood, Ralts excitedly teleported right back into his arms, demanding to be held and cuddled too.
"Alright, let give you a massage too then. We need to master this Electric-type energy as fast as possible; we absolutely cannot betray Mommy's huge expectations," Lorze said, scooping Ralts up and beginning to gently massage her tiny body.
Ralts nodded furiously. She really loved this new Mommy too, and was determined to work hard with them.
However, what Ralts completely failed to anticipate was: why did Mommy look so unbelievably blissed out, flushed, and pleasured when Lorze massaged her... yet when he tried doing it to her, it just felt incredibly awkward and wildly uncomfortable?!
Are you absolutely sure you're actually massaging , and not just aggressively groping and manhandling like a creep?!
Honestly, maybe we should just skip straight to the ditation training instead...
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