NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 267 267: Do you want to sleep together tonight?

The two redirected their attention to finishing dinner before sharing a bowl of dessert. Naturally, Oliver’s favorite chocolate ice cream was the treat of choice. They spent some time enjoying the sweets together before deciding the evening had come to an end.

As Oliver prepared to head to his own room, however, Anna stopped him by calling out his name.

"Oliver... I was just thinking, do you want to sleep together tonight?"

The invitation caught him completely off guard, as he hadn't anticipated such a suggestion from her. Anna didn't hesitate; she stepped toward Oliver and looped her arms around his. He could feel the pressure of her breasts against him, causing his pulse to quicken instantly.

"It's been a while since I felt comfortable talking to someone," Anna remarked, her gaze locked onto Oliver’s eyes with intense focus. "I know it's a bit awkward since I'm your aunt, but I want to enjoy your company more."

Oliver looked down at Anna and smiled. Her facial features were remarkably similar to those of his mother, Mia. However, she possessed a specific type of allure that his mother lacked, sparking a deep desire in Oliver to experience her in an intimate way.

'Mom and Anna might have the same face, but they're still different in various ways. I wonder how good Aunt Anna is in bed,' Oliver mused before trying to shake the lustful thoughts away. 'No, what am I even thinking? Sure, I fucked my own mom, but that doesn't mean I should want to sleep with my aunt as well.'

Despite his internal conflict, there was an irresistible quality about Anna. The way she clung to him, the expression in her eyes, and the soft sensation of her chest... all of it served to turn him on immensely.

"If that's what you want..." Oliver replied with a smile, unwilling to turn down the beautiful woman in his arms. "Sure, we can sleep together tonight."

A wide grin spread across Anna's face once he accepted. Leaning in close, she pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Thanks. You're the best," she whispered into his ear. She took his arm again, leading him toward her bedroom. Once inside, she told him to make himself at home while she went to the bathroom to shower.

Oliver gave a nod and followed her suggestion. Stripping down to just his underwear, he stretched out on the bed and waited for her to finish. As he lay there, the sound of splashing water reached his ears, fueling his imagination. He pictured his aunt standing naked under the spray.

He envisioned her bare skin, her firm breasts, her curved waist, and her provocative backside. Sexual images flooded Oliver's mind, and he began to stroke his growing hardness, fantasizing about her wet, nude body at that very moment.

As his hand moved along his cock, he noticed a strange change in its size. It seemed that his member had grown slightly longer than before. The difference wasn't massive, but it was enough for him to notice.

'Is this one of the effects of the drug?' Oliver pondered. He continued to stroke himself until the sound of the shower cutting off signaled she was done.

'Damn... Looks like I can't get off with just stroking myself anymore.'

Releasing his grip, Oliver tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and adjusted his position on the mattress. Moments later, Anna emerged. Oliver watched, mesmerized, as she walked toward him in a provocative black nightgown that left nothing to the imagination.

The thin fabric clung to every curve, highlighting her cleavage. The hem stopped just below her hips, allowing him a glimpse of her panties underneath. Reaching the foot of the bed, Anna raised her arms to untie her hair, letting the locks fall freely.

She sat on the edge of the mattress and began to apply lotion to her legs. Her movements were deliberate and slow, her hands sliding up and down to massage every inch of her shapely thighs. Oliver was unable to look away, his cock becoming painfully stiff at the display.

"Aunt Anna... can I help you with that?" he asked, his voice thick with a husky tone as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Without looking at him, Anna replied, "Why? I can do it myself, you know?"

However, she paused her movements and stood up. She turned to face him, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Or maybe you just want to touch me?" she teased, raising an eyebrow to see how he would react.

Overwhelmed by her alluring presence and his own rising needs, Oliver could only gulp, unable to find his voice. Seeing his state, Anna’s smirk deepened. She propped one leg up on the bed while keeping the other on the floor, showcasing her smooth skin.

She resumed applying the lotion, her hands moving up her legs. This time, she moved even slower, applying more pressure as she squeezed her thighs.

"Your hands, Oliver. Use them," Anna commanded, her voice turning seductive as she massaged herself.

Driven by his surging desire, Oliver couldn't hold back. He moved to his knees and crawled across the bed until he was right in front of her. Reaching out, he took the lotion bottle from her, poured some into his palm, and began to rub her leg. His hand traveled from her ankle to her calf, up to her knee, and back down.

While he started with gentle strokes, the sensation of her silky skin beneath his fingers soon became too much. He increased the pressure, his palms gliding over and squeezing her thighs as he worked his way up and down.

"Mmmm, your hands feel really good, Oliver..." Anna moaned, biting her lip as she basked in his touch.