When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Upon returning home, Carlisle swiftly organized the fruit and berries and retrieved the skillet. He skillfully positioned the pan over the fire, letting it heat up, and then, with practiced ease, cracked two eggs into it. The eggs were cooked to Abella’s preferred level of doneness.

A slice of wheat bread from the market, complemented by raspberry jam and vegetables rinsed and coated with sauce, and Abella’s breakfast was prepared.

“Ah, the prums.”

Carlisle recalled the plums he had overlooked and took one of the plump ones he had “rescued” from the squirrel.

After washing it thoroughly, he placed the plums on the table, and finally, breakfast was ready.

It seems the herbs she had used the previous day had worked effectively, and Abella remained immersed in her dreams until Carlisle took it upon himself to wake her.

“Mommy.”

For a moment, he nearly called her “mom” out of habit, but Carlisle quickly corrected himself, eager to emphasize his adulthood.

“Good Morning.”

He chirped, playfully planting kisses all over her face in a childlike manner.

“Mommy.”

“Mmmm….”

Abella responded, lifting her heavy eyelids.

“It’s already past six.”

“Oh… already?” Surprised, Abella sat up and stretched. As expected, her body felt light after a good night’s sleep.

“Haaah…….”

“I made you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to make me breakfast……. Thanks, sweetie.”

Abella smiled apologetically and patted Carlisle’s head. He purred contentedly, rubbing his cheek against her hand.

As she settled down at the table, Carlisle promptly offered her a glass of water. She accepted it nonchalantly and took a sip, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts and think of something to say.

“Oh, right… honey.”

“What?”

“Have you ever… that…….”

She hesitated, and Carlisle tilted his head, awaiting her response.

“If you don’t mind, sweetheart, I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to see the fall festival…….”

“The Fall Festival?”

“Oh, yeah. We always have a festival in late fall. I thought you might get bored with all the shops and stuff, and I wanted to take you out to see the sights……, but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to, I just wanted to know if you’d like it.”

Abella asked, awkwardly shredding vegetables with her fork, seemingly worried that she might be rejected.

“I want to go, I want to go, I want to go, I want to go with my mom!”

But despite Abella’s worries, Carlisle said again, very loudly.

“I want to go! I want to go outside with Mommy!”

He appeared more focused on the idea of spending time with Abella than the fall festival itself; his ears and tail perked up in anticipation of the outing with her.

His tail wagged at a very high rate of speed, sending a few strands of black fur flying over Abella’s morning top. Nonetheless, Abella didn’t express any disapproval, only emitting a pleasant chuckle.

“Okay, then. Let’s go to the fall festival together.”

“I’d love that! I’d love that!”

“What kind of plums are these anyway?”

Abella asked as she stroked Carlisle’s hair and looked at the delicious plum on the table. Carlisle’s eyes lit up, and he immediately spoke up.

“That’s right, I go to the mountains earlier in the morning and…….”

‘I went to the mountain and got it from a squirrel,’ he almost said.

After a moment’s pause, Carlisle fell silent. He had been on the verge of boasting about his successful rescue of the ripe plum, but he wasn’t particularly proud of how he had acquired it.

He couldn’t bring himself to tell Abella that he had essentially stolen it from a squirrel.

‘If she found out that I was a wolf, not a wimp, and that I had bared my teeth to a squirrel and taken its plums, she would look at me very pathetically.’

As far as he was concerned, he hadn’t taken the plum from the squirrel. Carlisle grunted and rolled his eyes, searching for an excuse.

“Oh, I went to the mountains and picked some…….”

His voice was small and quiet like an ant crawling. His ears and tail, which had been standing upright, drooped to the floor as if they had always done so.

Abella sensed something was amiss, but she shrugged it off, thinking, “What could be wrong with a single plum?”

“Be happy.”

“I remembered that you like it.”

“Thank you, sweetie……. Mommy works hard too, so I’ll buy you lots of meat!”

Abella said in a motivated voice.

Despite her upbeat tone, Carlisle felt guilty for lying to Abella. His heart throbbed with guilt for the rest of the day.

* * *

As usual, Carlisle was fiercely devoted to Abella.

In the mornings, he would venture into the mountains to fill his belly, bringing back a bounty of fruit and acorns for her.

Upon his return, he would prepare her breakfast, and throughout the day, he assisted in the shop.

Despite having sharp fangs that could swiftly incapacitate most creatures, he remained perfectly gentle with her.

He was a very good boy, at least when she wasn’t asleep.

As long as she was awake.

Once again, in the wee hours of the night, Carlisle climbed on top of Abella’s sleeping body, a gesture he had become quite adept at.

Each time his thick, swelling shaft made its way between her tight labia, a fleshy mound slid in and out of her slit, giving way just a little bit.

“Mother…….”

Carlisle smiled, panting with pleasure. He moved between her clit and v*g*na, stroking the sensitive area with the rough skin as he did so.

“Mmmmm…….”

Abella writhed as though to respond, and Carlisle’s c*ck bulged even more.

Her protruding clit was aggressively massaged by the black glans. Excitedly, the pink flesh turned a deeper tone as it teased unhappily.

After giving his manhood a little prodding underneath, Carlisle carefully lifted the slip’s hem and stuck his head through the small hole.

The slip was very generously sized for a nightgown, so there was plenty of room for Carlisle’s penetration.

The firmness of her br**sts welcomed him as he poked his head through the white slip. The weight of lying down caused the flesh to sag, and Carlisle grasped and squeezed them right away.

“Haa…….”

He buried his face between her pecs and let out a low gasp. Then he caressed each br**st and brushed them against his face in a simple, infantile motion.

He loved the sensation of their silky skin and the warm, fuzzy lumps of flesh encircling Carlisle’s face in a comforting hug.

He inhaled carefully, inhaling the delicious smell of Abella’s flesh.

He could see her little n*ppl*s as he buried his face in her br**st. They were as pretty as peaches, with their pale pink color suggesting that a bite would spurt a torrent of syrupy fluid.

Carlisle stared at it, then gingerly reached out and scraped the top of the rounded skin. The lovely n*ppl* stood up straighter and straighter as he did.

Soon enough, the n*pple became noticeable and was ready for him to s*ck.

Grasping the soft mound with his enormous palm, Carlisle bit down on the n*ppl* that perched atop it, s*cking the surrounding skin into his mouth as well.

He slowly inhaled and bit at the sensitive flesh with his lips before gently tickling the n*ppl* with the tip of his tongue.

Then, he n*bbled a few times after softly biting his n*pple with his teeth so that it didn’t hurt.

“Hmmmm…….”

Abella trembled then, twitching just a little.

“I wish milk would come out of here.”

Caressing her br**st tenderly, Carlisle whispered.

“I mean, I’ve never had to drink br**st milk before.”

With a sheepish look, he bit and s*cked on Abella’s br**st till it produced a slurp.

“All my siblings were breastfed, and I was fed bugs.”

She had formerly had pink n*ppl*s, but Carlisle’s incessant biting and tormenting had turned them a flaming crimson.

“I was not breastfed.”

With a quiet laugh, he pinched this way and that, making sure to also squeeze the other n*ppl*.

“But that’s okay, my mother would give me milk, wouldn’t she?”

Carlisle’s fingertips tweaked the erect n*ppl*. His gesture caused Abella’s br**sts—which were pleasantly proportioned but not voluptuous—to rise and fall.

“I’m going to be gentle,” Carlisle muttered, s*ckling the meaty br**st into his mouth as his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll s*ck them gently, so my mother doesn’t get sick…….”