Stepmother's Lesson: Labella de Pawen (2)
Labella's head was forced back, and a long strand of saliva mixed with semen stretched from her lips to Marei's penis. As his grip loosened while he stared blankly at the sight, she immediately took him back into her mouth and resumed her service.
"Chuuup, chuuup, chuuup."
Feeling as though he might burst at any moment, Marei grabbed Labella's head firmly, wanting to savor her service a little longer. But she simply twisted her head and continued sucking and licking his penis in place, urging him toward climax even more.
"Th-that's enough... ngh..."
Labella clung to Marei's trembling thighs as if she would never let go. Her massive breasts pressed firmly against his shins, but Marei, desperately holding back the torrent of semen about to erupt, felt nothing.
"I'm... I'm going to cum... Mom, Mom... ugh..."
At the sensation of Marei's tensed thighs, Labella hollowed her cheeks and used her increasingly skilled vacuum fellatio to suck even harder on her young son's member.
"Come out... come out, Mom... ugh..."
His body trembled violently as thick ropes of semen poured from his shaft.
—Spurt, spurt, spurt.
"Mmph... chuuup, gulp. Gulp."
Labella's cheeks swelled from the explosive volume, and some semen leaked from the corners of her mouth, but drawing on her experience of serving her son dozens of times, she sucked strongly and swallowed it all.
'My throat feels like it's melting...'
Even though the sticky fluid was far more viscous than anything that could be compared to oiling her throat, Labella swallowed every drop of Marei's semen.
"Hngh, gulp. Gulp. Chuuup... gulp."
Defying all common sense and physical limits, Labella continued sucking without pause. Drinking this much liquid would normally make anyone's stomach full, but the more she swallowed, the more she felt only an overwhelming longing for Marei.
—Drip, drip.
Once the stream weakened, signaling the end of his orgasm, Labella pulled her mouth away and sucked up the remaining semen with loud, wet sounds.
"Ngh..."
"There's still more, Marei? Chuuup, chuuup. Ah... it's so sticky..."
Treating his urethra like a straw, Labella pressed her lips to it and slurped out the last remnants of semen inside. Then, as if confirming her territory, she carefully peeled back his foreskin, coated it thoroughly with saliva, and slid the skin back into place over his massive penis.
"It's a little lacking, but shall we have dinner first?"
"Y-yes... yes..."
Labella had already returned to her neat, dignified appearance as if the previous act had been a lie. Marei pulled up his half-removed pants and followed her into the house.
Her claim that she had been preparing dinner seemed true. The moment Labella entered the kitchen, she turned on the lights and began moving about busily.
"How was school today?"
"Ah, well... I only saw the teachers' faces... the other kids aren't..."
"You're such a good boy, Marei. I'm sure you'll make friends quickly. Don't worry."
The shift from her earlier, sticky service to this natural, everyday conversation made Marei wonder if everything had been a dream. A strange mix of slight anxiety and the certainty that he could take this beautiful woman whenever he wanted filled him, along with a sense of smug satisfaction.
Labella hummed softly as she cooked. Not content with simply watching her back, Marei approached from behind and carefully cupped her breasts.
"Ahn~ Later... I'm cooking right now..."
"You don't like it?"
Words he never would have imagined saying just days ago slipped from Marei's mouth. He unhooked her bra over her clothes and lifted it, kneading her bare breasts. At her son's naturally skillful touch—almost as if he were performing some kind of technique—Labella smiled faintly, realizing the effects of her ongoing "education" were showing clearly. More than that, however, she felt genuine joy at the way he fondled her breasts as if milking them.
"Ugh... it's not that I don't like it, but..."
"You have to keep cooking, Mom."
"Yes..."
Every time Marei squeezed her breasts firmly, Labella's body twitched and trembled. He played with them as if they were toys, reshaping them in his hands.
"Hiih...!"
Though it looked like simple groping, the way her legs twisted together and her body shuddered with moans revealed that his seemingly clumsy hands were actually moving with delicate precision, like playing an instrument. He tugged and stretched her pink nipples, rubbed them teasingly with his fingertips, and pressed firmly inward. His touch had grown even more skillful and rough than what she had taught him. Labella set down the knife she had been gripping and clutched the edge of the drawer, her body trembling violently.
"I'm hungry, you know? Hurry up and cook."
"Ngh... y-yes... yes..."
Labella picked up the knife again with trembling hands and resumed preparing the ingredients. Matching her movements, Marei squeezed her breasts harder. Whenever the knife cut through food and struck the cutting board, he crushed her breasts in time with the sound, drawing heated sighs from her lips.
"Haa... haa..."
Despite Marei's relentless caresses, Labella held onto her focus and continued cooking. Though teasing her was enjoyable, the mischievous son, wanting to see her tremble even more with lust, slipped his hand straight into her pants.
"W-wait a moment...!"
"You like it too... right...?"
His hand roamed freely over her lower abdomen before suddenly stopping as it went deeper. Marei looked up at Labella in surprise. She lowered her head, her face flushed crimson, and whispered in a barely audible voice.
"I couldn't hold back while waiting for you... I did it in the room earlier... I thought you might like it if I wasn't wearing anything... Do you hate a mother like this...?"
"No, I love it!!"
"Eek...! W-wait... the food..."
At first, he had only intended to keep tormenting her, but Labella's blatant seduction left Marei unable to hold back. He carefully pulled down her pants, and a glistening thread of arousal stretched from the fabric before snapping.
"You're this excited and still saying no...?"
"Auuu..."
—Squish.
Marei's two fingers plunged deep into Labella's petals. A wet sound echoed as lewd fluids poured out in a rush.
'Ah, more... harder... me... me...'
Marei's actions were still somewhat cautious and considerate, which she liked, but the occasional glimpses of his predatory side—born from the "education" she had taught him with her body—were exactly what Labella desired from him.
"You're dripping like this and still saying you don't want it?"
"Auuu..."
Though she was currently forcing herself to show weakness to her son, the thought that one day it would no longer be an act—that Marei would naturally take the lead and punish her however he pleased—made Labella's body tremble.
"Mom... was wrong... P-punish me..."
"...Good."
Before she knew it, Marei had removed his own pants. He grabbed Labella's waist, pulled her close, and rubbed his penis against her petals.
"You still have to keep cooking, right?"
"Yes, yes... so... quickly..."
Marei teased her entrance, smearing his shaft with her sticky honey. The glistening fluid coating his penis shone under the light.
"Aah, please... I'll do it. I'll do it..."
No matter how many times Labella begged, Marei showed no sign of entering her. Instead, she lowered her posture further and slowly pushed her hips back toward him. He refused, sliding his penis between her plump buttocks instead.
"Hurry."
"Yes..."
Only after Labella began placing the prepared ingredients into a bowl did Marei finally push his penis inside her, slowly.
"Nghuuut...!"
While admiring her calf-like trembling body, Marei wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned against her. The position was extremely uncomfortable for Labella, but feeling her son's penis writhing inside her, she voiced no complaints and simply savored the pleasant sense of fullness.