Mother-in-Law Has Surprisingly Little Experience – 2
Adelia stared at Ian's cock and found herself too stunned to close her mouth.
Can a cock even be this big?
Comparing him to her late husband felt wrong, yet instinct made the comparison inevitable. The difference was at least twofold. Where her husband's had looked almost cute, Ian's was something to marvel at.
So Ian takes care of himself down there, too.
What surprised her next was the scent. Her late husband's had always carried a sour tang, but Ian's held nothing but the clean smell of skin.
No… it doesn't quite feel like just skin.
Sniff.
Something about it pulled her in—pheromones, maybe—and before she knew it, Adelia was unconsciously breathing in the scent of Ian's cock.
"Was the smell a bit strong?"
"Ah…"
Ian's remark made her realize what she'd been doing. Her face flushed scarlet.
"I'm sorry. That was inconsiderate of me."
"Not at all. Everyone's stomach is different. If anything, I'd be the one apologizing if there had been a smell."
"There wasn't! Ian's cock didn't smell at all. If anything, it had a nice scent? So you don't need to apologize."
"Is that so? Then I'm glad."
Seeing Ian look so relieved, Adelia couldn't help but smile. Her son-in-law fretting like a teenage boy was utterly endearing.
Is this what it would feel like if I had a son?
Thinking of Ian as a son somehow dissolved her remaining resistance, and Adelia grew more proactive.
"Mommy will make you feel good."
"Mommy?"
"I-It just slipped out. Don't mind it."
"Ah, yes…"
She'd misspoken, but Ian's considerate nature let the moment pass without fuss.
It's so hot…
Without a word, Adelia took hold of Ian's cock and began slowly stroking it up and down. It had been so long that a handjob felt awkward, but she worked her hand diligently for his sake.
"How is it?"
"It feels good."
"Really? That's a relief."
Ian's praise gave her confidence. But after several minutes of continuous stroking, he showed no sign of climaxing. If anything, she could feel his erection starting to flag.
Huh?
My assessment of Adelia's handjob, in a word:
Not great.
Her technique was so clumsy it was hard to believe she was a married woman with two daughters. From the side, she could have passed for a virgin.
Unless she conceived as a virgin, that doesn't make sense.
Maybe Adelia's relationship with her late husband hadn't been as good as I'd assumed? In Affairs in a Rural Village, it said Isabel's marriage had soured after Rose's Punishment took hold.
For all I know, Adelia might have spent nearly fifteen years sleeping alone.
That would explain the clumsy handjob.
"Ian."
"Yes, Adelia."
"Is it… not good?"
With her experience as a woman, Adelia immediately sensed why I couldn't finish.
"To be honest, yes."
"I'm sorry. I'm not good enough."
"It's fine. That just means you've been trying to stay faithful to your late husband. I understand."
"You think of it that way… Thank you for understanding."
Living with Adelia lately, I'd learned she had a surprisingly airheaded side. Born in the modern world, she probably would have fallen for every scam under the sun.
She's genuinely adorable.
Was that an appropriate thought about my mid-thirties mother-in-law? But the Adelia I knew was exactly that—innocent and kind, perfect for teasing from the side. Like right now.
"But at this rate, finishing will be difficult. Could you try something else?"
"W-What should I do?"
"I don't have much experience either, so it's hard to explain… Do you know what a paizuri is?"
"Paizuri? I've never heard of it."
"As far as I know, it's a method where you put the cock between your breasts and make someone finish that way."
"W-With my breasts?"
"Yes. Would that be possible? Your breasts look so soft—I think it would feel amazing."
"Ian, there's nothing you won't say to your mother-in-law, is there?"
"I'm sorry. Please understand how pent-up I am."
Faced with my situation, Adelia looked resigned as she removed her top and undergarments, then nestled my cock between her breasts.
"This feels strange."
"If you just squeeze your breasts around it, that should work."
"Like this?"
"Yes, you're doing great."
Adelia's breasts were softer than I'd imagined, and it felt wonderful—as if my cock alone were floating on a cloud.
"Ian, does it feel good?"
"Yes, incredibly good."
"Really? That's a relief."
Seeing how much I was enjoying it seemed to fire her up; Adelia pressed her breasts around my cock more eagerly than before.
"Doing this… makes me a little jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Yes. Your late husband must have monopolized these wonderful breasts of yours."
"Ngh… You shouldn't say things like that to your mother-in-law!"
"I'm sorry. Being a man, I can't help thoughts like that. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy him."
At my honest apology, Adelia flushed, squeezed her eyes shut, and said:
"Th-This is the first time I've done this for anyone. For you, Ian."
"What?"
"You're the first person I've ever given a paizuri. So you don't need to be jealous."
"Really?"
When I asked again, Adelia scolded me instead of answering.
"You're impossible. Why do men obsess over things like this?"
"Because you're that sexy, Adelia."
"Ian, if you keep teasing me, I'm stopping the paizuri."
"Ah, I'm sorry."
My teasing had clearly gotten under her skin; Adelia glared at me with dagger eyes. Of course, she never actually stopped the paizuri. As expected, Adelia was a kind mother-in-law.
"Kh! Adelia, I think I'm about to come."
"You are? What should I do?"
At my warning, Adelia floundered, at a complete loss. The long absence from anything sexual seemed to have short-circuited her brain.
"Please stick your face out."
"My face?"
Though puzzled, she innocently presented her face. I aimed straight for it.
"Coming!"
"Kyaaaa?!"
Spurt! Spurt-spurt!
Semen shot vigorously toward Adelia's face, covering it in thick white fluid. With that, I'd checked off one item on my bucket list: giving my mother-in-law a facial.
"Ugh… Why would you come on my face?"
Adelia grimaced, clearly put off by the sticky semen. Whether she simply disliked the sensation or not, even though I'd given her a facial without permission, she didn't get angry with me.
Adelia couldn't gather her wits, overwhelmed by the scent of the semen covering her face.
Did semen always smell like this?
Her late husband's had been so fishy it left only terrible memories. But Ian's was slightly musky yet strangely alluring—addictive, almost.
I shouldn't be doing this.
Sniff.
She couldn't stop herself from repeatedly inhaling the scent of Ian's semen. Even she found it shameful, yet she couldn't stop.
That was when Ian made a proposal.
"Adelia, did you know? A man's semen is said to contain a powerful vital energy, like an elixir."
"Semen does?"
"They call a man's seed the source of life, don't they? It can't compare to a true elixir, but it should be good for the body. If you're willing, why not try tasting it? Honestly, it seems a waste to just throw it away."
"Me?"
A son-in-law openly suggesting his mother-in-law swallow his semen. A moment's thought would have revealed the lie, but Adelia believed Ian completely. Part of it was her naivety—but more than that, her trust in him ran deep.
"Well then, I won't refuse…"
Following his suggestion, Adelia scooped up some of his semen and tasted it.
Ugh, fishy.
At first, a briny tang filled her mouth. But that was brief; the uniquely addictive scent then struck her palate with force.
Lick.
She tasted the semen once more. There was no bodily benefit of the kind Ian had described, yet Adelia felt her body growing hot.
"Haaah…"
Especially her lower belly—as if it were craving something intensely.
"How is it?"
Ian's question snapped Adelia out of her daze.
"W-Well? I'm not sure."
Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, she dodged the question. But Ian already had her in the palm of his hand.
"Then try it again next time. One dose might not be enough for the effect to show."
"Next time?"
"Yes. You were going to keep helping me relieve my urges, weren't you?"
"Ah…"
Ian's question left Adelia speechless. She couldn't back out now. She had been the one to start this.
"R-Right. I'll do it next time, too."
Adelia answered with a forced smile—never dreaming she had already walked into Ian's trap.