Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (5)
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─Creak
Having finished my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom door.
Emerging with just a robe draped over my naked body, I felt strangely exposed somehow.
And when I actually put it on, the size was a bit small.
It felt more like a cardigan than a proper robe.
Thanks to that, my chest was fully exposed, leaving my pecs on full display.
"...S-son-in-law, are you out?"
She hurried over to the shower as soon as she sensed me.
Even knowing I'd been calling her name while jerking off, she pretended not to know.
I found her odd reaction amusing and decided to tease her a little.
"...Mother-in-law. Did you happen to hear anything while I was washing up?"
"Uh, u-um? Wh-what sound?"
This woman.
Anyone passing by could tell from her stammering.
"Nothing. Forget it if you didn't hear anything."
As I brushed it off casually, a faint sigh of disappointment escaped her lips.
"...Sigh. Anyway, I've set the table, so come eat. You must be starving, right?"
"Yeah. After all that intense activity, I'm pretty hungry. Haha."
"......"
"...Mother-in-law? Is there something on my chest? Why are you staring like that?"
"N-no! I mean! Y-you're not wearing that too revealingly or anything?!"
Her face flushed bright red as she fumbled for an excuse.
She'd been eyeing my chest earlier—it seemed that was her type.
The perfect taste for a hot milf.
"We're both adults here. What's the big deal? If you're curious, want to feel it?"
I grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on my chest.
She put up a token resistance but let herself be pulled in, then began gently stroking my chest with her dainty fingers.
"Th-this... We sh-shouldn't... Haah..."
"Softer than you thought, right? It's surprisingly squishy before I flex."
I flexed hard, and my pecs contracted with a snap.
"Oh my... Th-this is... so firm..."
"Right?"
I subtly guided her hand to rub over my nipple.
A pleasant tingle spread as her soft touch grazed it.
"S-son-in-law? Your hand... it's a bit..."
"Mother-in-law's hands are so delicate. Like a baby's."
"Wh-what... At my age, a baby? And that... position..."
"Haha. Just teasing. I'll stop. Let's eat. With your cooking, I could down ten bowls."
I walked ahead, glancing back.
She was fidgeting with her small hand nonstop, reliving that naughty sensation.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Whoa, Mother-in-law. The table's overflowing."
"Hehe. I put in some extra effort. Dig in, no holding back."
The table was laden with crab sauce, beef, and an array of luxurious side dishes.
As expected from a single mom who raised a kid alone—her cooking skills were top-notch.
"I'll dig in. Looks delicious."
"I went all out since it was for you, son-in-law."
I immediately loaded up my bowl with crab sauce and beef, devouring it heartily.
Soon, my rice was gone, and crab shells piled up one by one.
"Did my son-in-law always eat like this? Good?"
"It's heavenly. I turn into a dog around good food. Bear with my gluttony."
"Not at all. It's nice watching you eat well. Oh, sauce on your lip."
She pointed at my right cheek and handed me a tissue.
But my hands were busy with spoon and shells.
I thrust my face forward, signaling her to wipe it.
Understanding, her cheeks turned rosy.
"...Y-you want me to wipe it?"
"Yeah. I'm your son-in-law. Go on."
"...Mm. Alright. Come here."
She gently wiped my lips with careful touches.
A smile crept onto my face from the pleasant contact.
"Thanks, sis."
"...Urgh! Don't call me that!"
"Haha. Got it. You eat too, Mother-in-law."
I polished off my bowl in no time, going back for four more refills.
Han Sa-rang watched in surprise at my appetite but diligently served more sides.
"Goodness. Where does it all go? Try the braised beef too."
"Mother-in-law. Mmm. So good. You could open a restaurant."
"Seeing you eat so well makes me proud. Hehe. Worth cooking."
She beamed happily the whole meal, gazing at me with a warm smile.
Though her eyes kept drifting to my neck and chest.
Once the meal ended, a blissful fullness settled in.
As we cleared the table together, I suggested coffee for dessert.
"Mother-in-law. I got a free meal—want me to make you coffee?"
"You? Of course. Coffee mix should be in the cupboard there."
She was focused on dishes.
Seizing the chance, I dumped the prepped milk juice into her cup.
The fantasy juice that makes you lactate when drunk.
"I'll wait on the sofa. Join me after dishes."
"You're the best, son-in-law. Be right there."
I settled on the sofa, turned on the TV, and played a movie.
An American rom-com with occasional steamy scenes.
About a high schooler banging his friend's mom—hilarious stuff.
I also grabbed the love oil, not forgetting.
The love potion that heightens a partner's sensitivity when applied.
Perfect excuse at the right moment.
Soon, she approached, drying her wet hands.
I quickly drew the curtains, dimming the room.
"Stuffed? Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure. What's it?"
"American comedy. Good reviews. Here's your coffee."
I handed her the cup naturally; she drank without suspicion.
Soon, it was all gone down her throat.
"You make good coffee too. Delicious."
"Made it with you in mind. All done? Lie back comfortably."
I reclined halfway on the sofa, offering the spot beside me.
She laughed awkwardly and waved it off—too bold, maybe.
Guess lying together is still a no-go.
She might do it if I begged, but...
That'd ruin the buildup and immersion.
No proper tension without it.
So, I thought of a clever ploy—attack her weakness.
She melts at pleading eyes.
"Mother-in-law. Actually, I have a favor to ask. Okay now?"
"...A f-favor?"
"Yeah. Kinda sudden?"
Han Sa-rang swallowed nervously at my abrupt move.
Probably worried I'd ask for sex outright.
But I'm not that crude.
Sex like that has no thrill.
I pleaded with a wistful look.
A pretty kinky request.
"Um... Could I lie on your lap, Mother-in-law? Feels like it'd comfort me on something soft."
Her short skirt bared her smooth thighs almost raw.
Lying there would let me savor that plump flesh fully.
Surprisingly, she didn't refuse—my sad expression stirred her maternal instincts.
"Of course. Pretend I'm your mom. Head this way. There."
Guided by her tender hand, I buried my face in her snug thighs.
Instantly, her ecstatic scent filled my nose, soft mochi-like flesh enveloping my face.
A warm cradle that could melt me away.
I couldn't help rubbing my face wildly, acting spoiled.
"Hehe. Feels good? Can't have a grown man whining like this."
Han Sa-rang stroked my hair gently.
I coaxed her hand lower, to my cheek.
"Fine. Whine all you want today. You've been through a lot alone, huh? Good boy. So good."
She giggled at my puppy-like nuzzling, playing back—pinching cheeks, tickling nose.
The flirtatious mood built sweetly.
I watched the movie with her thighs as my pillow.
She stroked my head softly, enjoying it too.
We laughed, tensed together at times.
Especially when Jake sneaks off to meet his friend's mom—a tense silence between us.
Then the movie raced on to the steamy sex scene.
High schooler Jake grabbed the mom's tits while she did dishes.
But now she didn't resist, welcoming him.
She kissed Jake; he stripped her clothes.
Han Sa-rang's stroking hand froze.
A subtle tremor ran through her thighs around my face.
The scene shifted to the living room sofa.
Jake and her explored every perverted position.
He laid her on the sofa, spanking her ass.
The woman moaning in delight from a much younger guy's slaps.
Her beastly hip shakes begging for love.
That seductive writhing stirred my cock to life.
As I fidgeted uncomfortably with the robe, her gaze dropped to my crotch.
No underwear inside—the massive bulge threatened to peek out.
And right then.
Her trembling voice came.
"...My son-in-law. Are you... suffering a lot?"
At her subtle question, I nodded slightly and parted the robe.
In the dim light, my huge cock's silhouette emerged.
Seeing the real thing after so long, her shoulders twitched.
But soon, a soft smile and snakelike hand reached out.
Her pale fingers soon gripped my cock firmly.
"...My son-in-law. You've built up so much. Let me make you comfortable."
Her sweet voice rang hazily in my ears.
Her dainty hand began caressing my glans.