Debut (5)
Knock knock knock—I rapped on my mother-in-law's door.
Thud! Boom!
"??"
Sounds of chaos erupted from inside. Frantic shuffling followed.
I wanted to fling the door open and see what was going on, but that would've been rude, so I held back.
"Mother-in-law, may I come in?"
"Ah, no!"
"Pardon?"
"W-wait just a sec! Ugh!! C-can you wait outside?"
"Sure."
It took a while before she finally burst out, looking flustered. She shut the door tight behind her, like she didn't want me stepping foot inside.
"What is it? Something wrong? Where's Jua?"
"She got tired after all that chatting and fell asleep."
"R-really?"
Her face was a mask of panic. Damp hair, damp skin.
She just showered? Suspicious.
Since I'd spent so much time in Jua's room, she'd had plenty of alone time. And she'd never once come into our room during that stretch.
Am I just being a perv for suspecting this? I didn't want to doubt her, but seeing her all wet like that muddled my head. Maybe it was my own dirty desires talking.
The memory of that day with her was still vivid. The thrill of betraying Jua, the twisted pleasure of claiming another man's woman. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't ignore her—lonely, pleasuring herself because her husband never did.
With her position shrinking because of the son I gave her, maybe I could turn that to my advantage and make her fully mine?
Thinking this way about Jua's mom freaked me out a bit—it showed how much I'd changed. But I'd already forged deep bonds with three women. Playing the moral card now was way too late.
Better to spend my energy scheming to claim her than wasting it on guilt.
"You just showered, huh."
Gulp—my throat tightened.
When I'd knocked, she'd probably just finished rinsing off and scrambled into her clothes. It showed.
Her nipples are visible. If she was skipping underwear to tempt me, mission accomplished.
Those stiff peaks poking through her shirt. Last time, she'd driven me wild by masturbating in front of me. Now, those perky nipples and her glistening skin were doing the same.
A wave of sinful ecstasy crashed over me.
Throb—! Those nipples weren't standing at attention for no reason.
Maybe she was touching herself again, just like before. The thought made it impossible not to react. The first time's the hardest; the second's a breeze.
"Mm, yeah, I spilled something while cooking. Anyway, did you have a good talk with Jua?"
"Yeah. It'd been so long since I saw her, I got caught up and neglected you. Sorry."
"No! Why would you worry about me? Keep focusing on Jua like you are. That's more than enough for me."
She rejected my attention fiercely. Her eyes said she didn't want to revisit that day.
Coming out looking so brazen, then playing innocent. How was I supposed to handle this cheeky, naughty mother-in-law?
"Am I making you uncomfortable? You've been dodging me. Is it because of that day?"
"What day? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Cheeky squirming.
"Playing dumb? We weren't drunk—we were both stone-cold sober."
"Think of Jua!! That was a mistake."
Fear filled her face. She looked like a burglar caught red-handed.
"Are you scared of me?"
"I figured you'd hate me bringing it up."
"No way. I don't regret it at all. It's a great memory, actually."
"How could it be great? What about Jua!"
"It has nothing to do with her. I just loved my time with you."
"If she finds out, I won't be able to face her! A mom lusting after her daughter's husband? It'd be tabloid fodder."
"Oh yeah, I think I saw something like that. A mother-in-law seduces her son-in-law, gets pregnant, right?"
I recalled the daughter getting divorced while the mom married the guy. This insane world turned soap opera plots into reality all the time.
"D-does that mean you'll dump Jua because of me? No! Don't do that."
She'd slept with her son-in-law but didn't want to steal her daughter's place.
I had zero intention of dumping Jua—not even 0.01%.
"Why would I dump her? I can't dote on her enough as it is. I still love her to death."
"Then what are you doing? What do you want from me?!"
Plenty. Her beauty that birthed Jua, her body untouched by time. And that wildly lewd sex drive.
But provoking her when she was on edge wouldn't work. From what Jua said, her mom got super sensitive in situations like this. Time for the carrot approach.
Hey, this was a gender-reversed world—might as well use every advantage.
"Mother-in-law, you're too much. I know exactly what game you're playing."
Flinch!
"Wh-what?"
Whoosh—I closed in fast and grabbed her breasts.
Squeeze—
"Kyaa!"
She shrieked and thrashed. No chance.
I ignored her attempts to shove my hands away, spun her around, and hugged her tight from behind. Then I groped her tits wildly under her t-shirt.
"I've been shocked since we met. Tits like these. So damn lewd. And you nursed Jua with them."
"Ahh! N-no… stop! We can't, really!"
I twisted her nipples gently, then yanked hard enough to sting.
She writhed desperately, trying to escape my arms. It looked precarious—like she might slap me.
But I was sure she wouldn't.
"Think dodging responsibility like this would work?"
"Let go, or I'll scream! Jua'll wake up!"
"Go ahead. Naughty little liar."
Smack! Smack!
Even if she'd had Jua young, she was over forty. Yet her ass was perky, no sag—perfect for spanking.
The thin fabric offered no protection.
"That day stuck with you too, huh? You were disappointed it ended there."
Her wet body screamed fresh shower. No bra. Especially those popped-out nipples—proof of her shady scheme.
She got caught jerking off last time, we fucked, and now she shows up reeking of fresh masturbation. Who wouldn't notice?
Her mouth said no, but her lingering lust screamed yes. Like she wanted me to know exactly what she'd been up to.
I couldn't hold back last time, and Jua must've told her—my stamina's on another level.
So she played hard-to-get verbally, shoving the blame on me, while her body tempted me.
I got why she had to do it this way.
She said she couldn't face Jua. Probably true. Better to frame it as me seducing her than admitting she lured her son-in-law.
From Jua's view, if I started it, she'd forgive—call me a playboy, resent me, but with a baby, no breakup.
But if she'd seduced me? Mother-daughter rift.
"Let go, or I won't stay quiet."
"I know you're lying. Flooding down here and acting innocent? Busted."
Squelch—squelch—
"Eek!"
My hand dove between her legs, hitting her slick slit right away. Naughty mom skipped panties below too.
"You hate drifting from Jua, but can't quit this young, hot son-in-law dick. So you schemed. The shock to her would differ if I jumped you versus you jumping me."
Silence from her at first. But her expression shifted from fear to anxiety.
"My daughter's no ordinary pick. Can't let her find out…."
Nailed it. A thrill shot through me. My cock, barely contained, surged with blood, begging for release.
Her hand slid down, brushing my crotch.
"Hah! So hard… driving me crazy! I missed this firmness, this heat! You can't just tease aunty like this and ghost—it's too much! Way too much! Ngh! Mm… mmm!"
She freed my dick from my pants, stroking it with one hand while fingering herself with the other.
Her thin hotpants hit the floor. Her thick bush framed pale fingers plunging in—squelch squelch—wet sounds echoing.
"Ahh, mm, not enough! This won't…! Can't satisfy… haa!!"
Yeah, I couldn't hold back either. Her masturbating right there was hot, but those pleading eyes begging for more?
"Must've left you wanting. That dildo couldn't cut it, huh."
No toy could replace me.
"I'll drench you plenty. With the dick you craved, even if it's all an act!"
"Kyaa!"
I scooped her up effortlessly. The firmly shut door swung open.
Her room was spotless, like she'd prepped for a visitor.
I tossed her onto the plush bed. The springs cushioned her softly.
I roughly flipped her prone.
"Mmph!!!"
I shoved a pillow over her face.
"Jua's asleep—keep quiet or I'll spill. That you seduced your son-in-law and dragged him to bed."
"Hiiik!"
Squelch—I spread her cheeks, revealing her flooded pussy. Twitching with anticipation, anything but modest.
Today, I'd punish this naughty mother-in-law plenty.