Seducing the Mother of My Plaything
5) The Mom Who Seduced Her Daughter’s Fling—and the Bitch Who Even Seduced the Fling’s Mom (Married Woman)
To be honest, right up until I started drinking, I still had some reservations about having sex with my older sister.
It wasn’t so much a feeling of “I don’t want to” as it was a sense of unease, like, “Is it really okay to do this?”
Well, that was only natural—we’d only known each other for a day, and this was on a whole different level from sneaking around with Milia behind Meria’s back.
Meria’s mom?
“Let’s decide today who’s the worse woman. The mom who seduced her daughter’s fuck buddy, and the bitch who even seduced the fuck buddy’s mom.”
“I think it’s already clear who’s the bigger pervert, don’t you?”
“That’s up to you.”
Since I’d mostly just been on the receiving end every time I had sex with Meria, I got a little excited at the thought of getting even.
Come to think of it, it does seem like it’s already clear who’s the bigger pervert, but who knows.
I was feeling a little tipsy, so I gave those tits—which were bigger than my face—a firm squeeze, and got a great reaction: “Heeek!?”
“Who do you think you’re trying to seduce with those tits, you lewd married woman?”
“Wait, don’t say things like that...”
“What do you mean, ‘don’t say that’? You were all about being a brilliant mage and whatnot, but you’re just a big-breasted, lewd married woman.”
I was a little too embarrassed to look her in the eye, so I leaned against the headboard and pulled her toward me, holding her in my arms.
“Still, you picked a good time. Back in the day, I would’ve been arrested by the guards, and even recently, I would’ve been rejected.”
They’re not quite as big as Milia’s, but they’re definitely large enough to draw attention wherever I go. Judging by how they spill over my hands, they probably wouldn’t fit in a man’s hands either.
Since the only women I’ve ever been with are Meria and Milia, I’m not exactly skilled at caressing, but maybe it’s the pheromones—her reaction isn’t bad.
“Hmm… Uh, uh…”
As I caress her breasts, she starts to squirm, twisting her legs and unable to control herself.
Hmm...
“Eek!?”
I clench my fist—luckily, her hand doesn’t feel particularly cold—and while caressing her pussy, I lick her neck. Surprisingly, teasing her doesn’t feel half bad.
“Sharu... En...”
Having someone call out to me so desperately is way more arousing than I expected.
I want to tease her more and say some dirty things, but I’ll save that for later—I’ll really torment her when she’s even more turned on.
“Spread your legs wider. It’s hard to get in like this.”
“Ugh, uh...”
She closes her eyes tight and shakes her head.
“Spread them.”
“Hiiik!?”
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but even though she’s a difficult opponent to deal with, a commanding tone automatically slipped out.
The fact that she’s such a good target for teasing probably plays a part too.
“J-just... stop that and do something, something else...”
“What else?”
“I don't know, do more... something other than this... or harder...”
She clings to me, looking back at me with a frantic expression.
Her pussy, thighs, breasts, nipples, the nape of her neck, her mouth.
Slowly and skillfully, she caresses me bit by bit with both hands, licking and sucking with her mouth, treating me as if I were her own.
You mean Meria was the only one enjoying this fun?
“Your whole body is so sexy, and you just let this go as frigidity? That’s such a waste.”
“As for my body, hmm. I’m confident in it, but I’m not exactly that... fit.”
Since she mentioned she has a low sex drive, I doubt she and her husband slept together that often, and surely not at all after he passed away.
Maybe that’s why her body feels stiff and creaky—as if it’s not used to this kind of thing.
Which makes it even more of a shame.
“I feel bad for my husband... but this feels even better than when I was most turned on with him...”
Hearing that, I felt like something inside me snapped.
“Sharu-en? Aaaah!!”
I pushed her down onto the bed and, without giving her a moment to catch her breath, shoved two fingers inside her.
“Huh, ah.... Uh, hmm, ugh...”
As she grimaced slightly and grabbed my wrist, I stirred inside her even harder, as if to tell her to let go.
“Let go.”
“Haaah... Hic, Ugh...”
In contrast to her morning self, she looked vulnerable and clutched the bedsheet tightly instead of my wrist.
She sure listens well.
Maybe it’s because her breasts are so big, but the way they sway softly every time I thrust roughly inside her is fucking hot.
“For some reason, calling you ‘sister’ feels just plain erotic, but thinking of you as a ‘mom’ gives me an insane sense of taboo.”
“Don’t say that… stop, stop it…”
“What are you talking about? You’ve been saying ‘Armeria is…’ and ‘my daughter is…’ all day long while you’ve been seducing me.”
Smack!
I guess I’ll have to leave a handprint on her chest to satisfy her.
“Did I do something wrong, ‘mom’ who seduces her daughter’s fuck buddy?”
“Ugh…!!!”
That remark must have really turned her on; her back arched and she trembled as if seized by a spasm.
Her toes curled stiffly, her back arched, and it wasn’t frigidity—what do you call this? Hypersensitivity? She was at that level.
"W-wait, wait a second. More, now, ah, no! It feels... weird... I’m about to climax. More, more fingers, stop, ugh…!”
The more she begged me to stop, the more turned on I got, and I couldn’t stop.
While her upper body was pressed against the floor, her waist was arched upward, causing her breasts to jiggle upside down—a sight I’d never seen before and couldn’t have imagined.
Judging by the size, her breasts are definitely big enough for her to suck on herself.
She’s barely done anything, yet she’s already exhausted and collapses with a thud.
“Oh, come on. Both daughter and mother.”
“Huh, yeah…?”
It suddenly occurred to me—Meria is like this, and so is my sister. Anyway, why do both mother and daughter love pouring alcohol on their bodies and feeding it to each other so much?
Since the thought had crossed my mind, I grabbed the drink from the table and climbed onto my sister’s face, kneeling halfway down.
“Huh?”
I looked down at my sister and let the drink flow down my body, forcing her to catch and drink it...
This is so embarrassing for me.
But there’s no turning back now.
“Mmm, hmm... gulp...”
I controlled the flow as much as possible so I wouldn’t spill too much, and my sister eagerly drank the liquor trickling down between my legs.
She’s like a well-behaved pet.
“Now then~ we can’t let any of this precious liquor go to waste, can we?”
If I pour too much, I’ll end up spilling it all over her face, so I’m letting it drip down little by little. But because I’m so focused on that, I’ve become more absorbed in the task than in the thrill of feeding her alcohol with my own body.
Still, it turns me on, so I’m satisfied.
“Heave-ho.”
Satisfied with having fed her a fair amount of alcohol, I climbed onto my sister’s face—which was lying flat—positioning myself so I could see her legs.
I grabbed her legs and pulled them up, lifting her lower body off the ground so she was lying on her back with her waist bent.
“This… this is really embarrassing, Sharu, ugh!?”
I crushed her face and shoved the liquor bottle into her pussy.
At first she struggled a little, but as the alcohol started to kick in, Adorian-unni began thrashing wildly.
“Think of this as your daughter apologizing with her whole body for the trouble she caused.”
Meria didn’t actually do anything wrong, but this way is way more naughty.
“Ugh!?”
This time, the scream came not from my sister, but from me.
My sister, pinned beneath my butt, opened and closed her mouth as if trying to say something, and because of that, a ticklish sensation kept spreading beneath me.
“Huh, uh!”
In the end, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I got up and rolled to the side, and my sister trembled with a strange expression on her face.
“Sha, Ruen, you...”
“I want to say I’m sorry, but your expression right now is way too sexy!?”
Lately, I feel like I keep starting to say something and then getting cut off.
My sister pulled me down and lay me on my back, then climbed on top of my face this time.
“Ah~”
“Ugh, gulp. Ugh, huff...”
I drank the alcohol dripping from my sister’s pussy, but even when I tried to push her off, it wasn’t easy because she was lying on top of me, putting her full weight into the position.
“Since you poured it in, you have to drink it back, right?”
Did I really pour that much? The alcohol keeps pouring out nonstop, and I’m on the verge of suffocating.
It’s not even wine, yet—whether because of the ingredients, the brewing method, or if it’s been dyed—it has a purple hue like wine, which reminds me of what Meria did to me, making me feel weird.
This is strangely pissing me off...
But that thought is fleeting; my head starts to get fuzzy from the constant flow of liquor.
Who on earth developed this devilish drink that gets you drunk so fast even though it’s not even strong?
“It feels like I’m peeing… I’m so embarrassed…”
I’m about to die here, you know? If you’re embarrassed, just stop…!
I clearly poured the alcohol into my body slowly and carefully, taking only a little, but he just went and poured nearly a whole cup down his throat.
Honestly, I’m worried that if he gets drunk and his bladder weakens, causing him to just go and pee himself, I might not even notice because my tongue is already numb.
Half of it was dripping out of her mouth, though.
“Ah, are you done?”
“Hmm?”
Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge.
When my sister let her guard down and her body went limp, I pushed her back onto the bed as if in a wrestling match and transferred the little bit of alcohol she still had in her mouth from her lips to mine.
“Ugh, ugh, mmm...!”
She struggled, but how much strength can a drunk person really have?
After making her drink it all, I felt satisfied and continued to torment her.
“Haa... I'm so tipsy... so cozy... it feels so good...”
The bed was a mess, covered in alcohol and love juices, but oh well... I'll just have to wash it later.
I felt too embarrassed to sleep with something next to me, so I hugged my sister from behind like a security blanket and rested my chin on her shoulder.
We aren’t that different in height, so it doesn’t feel too weird when I hug her from behind.
“So, who’s the bigger slut here?”
“Since I went all the way and got bullied, let’s just say it’s Sharu.”
“Yeah~ yeah. I’m the bad girl who fucked both the daughter and her mom. Next time, I’ll do both of them at the same time...”
Ah, right. Come to think of it.
“Ah, um, sis, now that I think about it... there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Uh, yeah!”
My sister turned her head and looked at me, clearly excited about something.
It was something that had slowly come to mind ever since I saw her.
It didn’t seem like the kind of thing she’d do, but anyway, it came to mind.
“Do you happen to sell cigarettes here?”
...Did her expression just get a little sour? Or is it just my imagination?