The Awakening of the Matriarch
Unable to escape from Edward’s embrace, Vera found herself lost in thought. Just how many times is he going to finish? she wondered. Was every young man like this, or was Edward simply an anomaly? Including the one he had just finished, he had ejaculated three times by rubbing his member between her thighs, and yet, he still seemed full of vigor. The sheer volume of semen he expelled was staggering, and each time he climaxed, the carpet beneath them became stained with sticky, white fluid. I’m going to have a hell of a time getting that cleaned, Vera thought to herself.
This entire act was a perverse position she had never even imagined possible. To waste the seed meant for creating life simply to satisfy a carnal urge! Vera’s only sexual experience had been the chaste, duty-bound acts performed to produce an heir, starting when she was fourteen and first married into the Rystein family. It had been a restrained, careful movement of the body, designed to ensure she wouldn't be injured and would successfully conceive before she had even transitioned from a girl into a woman. Compared to those memories, Edward’s current behavior felt, "Like a beast..." Was this what the demon of lust in the scriptures was like? The endless stamina, the raw, forceful strength that held her captive.
And yet, to call him a demon felt wrong; Edward was far too rational. Even though he was currently rubbing his member between her thighs with such intensity, he had kept his word about not undressing her. He hadn't tried to remove her undergarments or attempt penetration, perhaps to honor the promise he had made. Though he had peeked while she was undressing, Vera reasoned that, if she were being honest, it had been her own carelessness that led to that.
Above all else...
"..."
The sweet words Edward whispered from time to time. It was as if they were lovers, as if their hearts were truly connected. Vera found she could not reject him as he held her with his strong, masculine arms, whispering sweet, loving endearments into her ear, trapping her in his space. How long had it been since she had heard such sweet words? She had certainly never heard them during her marriage. Her husband, always distracted by someone—or perhaps something—other than her, had never whispered words of love. Even though it was a political marriage, Vera had tried her best to love him, and his business-like attitude had been a deep wound to her heart.
On the other hand, look at Edward. He was pouring all his heat and affection into this body, a body that no one had desired for thirty years. He had never looked at anyone else. Because of Edward, who had approached her with a single-minded focus from the very first moment they met, Vera felt something dormant within her beginning to stir. It was the "woman" who had been sleeping under the title of "mother." No, it felt even more primal than that—it felt like the awakening of a desire that could only be described as that of a "female."
"We’ve only known each other for two days." Was she really this easily swayed after being courted by a handsome young man for just two days? She wasn't some naive virgin who knew nothing of men; she was a widow with a daughter, and she shouldn't be acting like this. Vera steeled her weak heart, reminding herself that she and Edward were merely mother-in-law and son-in-law. Of course, that weak resolve was whittled away every time Edward’s sweet breath tickled her ear.
"..."
Edward’s voice reached her again. Before she knew it, Vera found that she was no longer even denying his words in her own mind. What a weak human being she was. Perhaps, Vera thought, it wasn't Edward who was possessed by a demon of lust, but herself.
Splurt, splurt. This time, the semen took a different trajectory, spilling over the dress Vera had taken off. Will I ever be able to wear that dress again? Vera predicted that even if she washed it, the scent of his seed would never fade. And so, Edward’s masturbation session, which had felt like it would never end, finally concluded. As he pulled his member—which hadn't fully softened—away from her, Edward spoke in a calm voice.
"I’m sorry..."
"No, it’s alright."
She didn't even know why she had said it was alright. But Vera didn't bother to take back the words she had spoken. As Vera thought that words once spoken could not be retrieved, Edward looked at her with a bewildered smile.
"You said that whenever I was in trouble, you would help me, Ed."
After that, Edward and Vera began to clean up in silence. Ordinarily, she would have called the servants to tidy the room, but she couldn't let anyone see that she and Edward had been having a secret tryst. Edward, who remained relatively composed, quickly straightened his clothes and returned to his room, while Vera wiped the floor with a towel and gathered the semen-stained dress, gloves, and handkerchief, searching for a place to hide them.
"If I put them here, the servants won't open it." The large chest where Vera kept her personal belongings was a private storage space that no one but her ever opened. Unless the servants had gone mad, there was no reason for them to touch her personal items, so she decided to keep them there and dispose of them properly when the time was right. It was a choice born from the fact that these were clothes Vera cherished and couldn't simply throw away.
After finishing the cleanup and opening the window to ventilate the room, the intense scent of the man Edward had left behind seemed to dissipate. She felt that if she kept breathing in that smell, she might start feeling strange. As she took off her undergarments to change into her nightgown, Vera was startled by something she had never experienced before.
"Oh my god..."
As if she had spilled water on herself, her panties were damp. For a woman who had never even been aroused, let alone reached orgasm, the fact that she had become this wet just from the act of rubbing without penetration was a massive shock.
She lay in bed to sleep, but sleep would not come. Vera stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind filled with the image of the phallus that had asserted its presence between her thighs just moments ago, as if it had sprouted right out of her. It was a symbol of intense vitality. It was quite different from the one she had seen on her late husband. The size, the shape, the stamina—Vera thought that everything about Edward’s was easily twice the size of her husband's.
"He rubbed it right here..." The thighs where Edward had rubbed his crotch were already damp with the fluid that had flowed from her own secret place. She traced her memory to estimate the size. Vera tried to measure the size she remembered with both hands, starting from her own secret place and moving upward.
"Hah!"
"It would go in this far?" She gasped in surprise. Her hands had come to rest past her lower abdomen, past her cute navel, and onto her upper belly. If they were to have relations like she had with her late husband, Edward’s member would reach all the way up here. *No, what am I thinking about having relations!* Vera steeled herself again, reminding herself that Edward was just her son-in-law, and that what had happened just now was merely an act to help him with a difficult situation. A mother-in-law thinking about having an affair with her son-in-law—she had no right to be a mother-in-law.
"...But I keep thinking about it." Since she had only known two men in her life, it was natural to compare the two phalluses. Her husband hadn't been like this. The late Count Rystein had, to put it politely, a modest-sized organ. She remembered it being quite painful when she was young, but now that she had grown since then, it would feel truly small. And the frequency? Less than half of Edward’s. He would pant after finishing twice, which compared poorly to Edward, who was still full of energy after finishing four times. Could it be that his stamina was proportional to the size of his member? Vera thought it was a reasonably logical deduction. After all, Edward possessed something that looked twice the size of her late husband’s.
"What kind of unrefined thoughts am I having..." It seemed that the lust filling her head was causing her to have all sorts of strange ideas. Unable to fall asleep, Vera lit a candle, found her Bible, and began to read, trying to calm her mind.
"Phew..."
Whether from a noble perspective or a religious one, having a deeper relationship with her son-in-law seemed inappropriate. In fact, one didn't even need to consider those aspects to know it was improper, but Vera’s mind, now complicated, was searching for reasons to justify the "obvious."
"Should I teach this to Edward as well..." It felt as if her head, which had been filled with lust, was clearing up. If she taught Edward the scriptures, he would be less likely to find himself in such difficult situations even when she wasn't around. And so, Vera spent the night planning a study curriculum for Edward.