Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (7)
The candle wax flame flickered lazily.
"…………."
Cecilia, who had just asked me to suck on her nipples, watched me anxiously, waiting for my response. She fidgeted lightly with strands of her orange hair.
Sucking on them with my mouth was the only way to get the milk out properly... It was an absurd excuse compared to the sight before me. Just one hard squeeze of those breasts, and milk would spray out in streams, judging by how much was already leaking.
Of course, I had no intention of refusing.
Someone might wonder why I was satisfying Cecilia's desires after teasing her earlier about tormenting her. But after weighing it carefully, as long as I didn't go all the way, I could keep her aching with need.
A ripe, overripe widow like her couldn't possibly be satisfied with just this pseudo-sexual play in the end. Without crossing that final line, even a weak climax would only leave her body itchier afterward.
I'd come up with some rationalization, but honestly, I just wanted to suck on those tits. Yeah.
"R-Raoul. Drinking lots of milk makes you grow tall and gives you good nutrition...? Or... are you thinking of leaving Auntie in pain? That would make me so sad......"
When I didn't say anything, Cecilia grew a little flustered and tried to coax me with sweet words. She even put on a subtly gloomy expression, appealing with a touch of sadness. It was only a fleeting moment, just a few seconds, but it must have felt much longer to her, tense as she was from her own words.
I put on a tense face while thinking of what to say.
"N-No, that's not it. For a guy like me....... Uh, what was it again. Something like this....... Right. It's above my station, or something like that......"
"......I don't know who told you that, but forget it. You're a much more precious child than that."
"Th-Thank you....... Um, then...... may I drink Cecilia's m-milk?"
"Mm...... It'd be a waste to throw it away, wouldn't it?"
"Yes......"
"Then......"
Lying on her side, Cecilia slowly reached for the straps on her shoulders. She hooked a finger under one and slid it off her shoulder. She repeated the motion on the other side. As she let out a soft "Mm..." and shrugged her shoulders gently, the white slip slid down to her navel.
And just like that, Cecilia's breasts were fully exposed to me.
"Wow......"
They were huge like Mary's, with a similar shape, but there was one slight difference. Mary's areolae and nipples were comically oversized, like a cow's, giving off an unreal lewdness. Cecilia's weren't quite that exaggerated. The color was a borderline pinkish-tan. Even at her age, she must take good care of them—they were still a pretty shade. If anything, it made her feel more like a true milf, which drew me in even more.
Before me, little Eli must have suckled on them endlessly. The nipples alone made me instinctively want to suck. They looked just like the rubber ones on a baby bottle. Soft and protruding perfectly for sucking, ideal for a newborn to latch onto and nurse.
"Your nipples are so pretty......"
"Wh-What are you saying? You're embarrassing Auntie......"
"Mm. They really are......"
"......Raoul, you...... Come here......"
At Cecilia's gesture, I shifted closer in the same side-lying position and pressed my face to her breast. I carefully cupped her breast and lowered my mouth to take the nipple between my lips.
Slurp.
"Hnnng........"
As I latched on, I tasted the lingering droplets clinging to her breast. Delicious. I'd worried it might taste fishy, but it was warm milk, just like the stuff back in the modern world.
That thought spurred me on—I wanted more of that milk. I stimulated her nipple, taking the whole thing into my mouth and pursing my lips to seal in the air.
Slurp...... Sluuuurp...... Smm. Slurrrp...... Hnn...... Suck......
"Haa....... Huu.......... Haaa....... Hnnng......"
I sucked frantically, using suction, and above my head came Cecilia's lewd moans. Unlike the intermittent gasps when I'd teased her nipples earlier, these weren't just from stimulation. She was excited by something deeper.
Mmm...... Sluurp...... Suck.
"Hauuu......♥ R-Raoul......"
When a dazed voice escaped her lips, I cracked my eyes upward to check her face. Her entire face was flushed red, her expression completely melted in a sloppy mess. Her lips twitched as if about to split into a grin, hearts practically spilling from her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the nipple in my mouth, wide-eyed and unblinking.
Looking at her, I instantly understood the source of those obscene moans. She was thrilled by the situation itself.
What started as her maternal instinct had led here. The result: a cute young boy suckling greedily at her breasts. With her innocent grasp of sexuality, she'd say something, and I'd obey without question—how blissful must that be? The existence of a pure boy she could mold in her image was fatally sweet. No wonder "MILF" was such a popular genre.
The face Cecilia showed me now wasn't the sultry allure of a mature woman—it was the lecherous, perverted grin of a deviant.
"Huuu......♥ Hnnng......"
I looked up at her cutely, and our eyes met. With a shy glance that asked, Am I doing good? her breast trembled in my hand. Goosebumps of pleasure.
Agh. So lewd.
"Huu....... Raoul. You're sucking so...... good.... More....... Hnnng.... Hn."
"Mm. Sluuuurp.........."
Cecilia swallowed her drool with a lewd moan. Continuing to suck, the stimulation built.
"Haa......! Wait...... Ah. Hnnnght. Haaang♥!"
"Mmph? Slurrrp."
Slurrrrp— Streams of milk stretched out in my mouth. I clamped down harder and sucked vigorously. The warm, tasty milk coated my tongue.
Sluuuurp....... Slurrrrp....... Gulp. Smm. Sluuuurp....... Gulp.
"Ah.......♥"
Cecilia gazed at me with a dopey smile as I focused on nursing.
Gulp....... Hnn......
After a while, the flow of milk tapered off, and my gulps stopped.
Slurrp. Smm. Gulp....... Haaaa......
"Hiiiuuu.... Hnnng..........."
"Oh, here too......"
I brought my tongue to the milk-soaked areola nearby and swirled it in circles.
"Hiiiinght?!♥"
Smm. Hnn....... Gulp. Haaang......
Swirl swirl— As I lapped the milk from her large areola with soft tongue circles, Cecilia's back arched like a bow.
"Huuu.... Aaaang......♥"
She yanked my head tight against her, moaning sweetly. My face squished lewdly into her breast. While she rode the aftershocks, I licked up the remnants around her areola until it was clean and glossy. Then I pulled back slightly to look at her.
"Um, Cecilia......"
"Huuu....... Hiiiuuu..........."
"Cecilia?"
"Ah...... Yeah. What is it?"
"Um...... No more milk's coming out....... Is that okay now?"
At my words, she snapped out of her daze and mulled them over. Glancing down at her still-erect nipple, she bit her lip lightly. She wanted more of this pleasure. After a moment's thought, her face lit up with a naughty expression as she whispered to me.
"Mm....... Raoul. This one's still full too......♥?"
She licked her lips and offered me the other nipple, grabbing her breast and jiggling it temptingly like a female in heat. Milk dribbled from the shaking mound.
Seeing Cecilia seduce me with that utterly obscene face to nurse the other side snapped something inside me with a ping. I stopped thinking and latched on greedily.
"Kyaaang♥"
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Morning light poured brightly through the window. I rubbed my eyes and blinked awake, disheveled. Scanning the bed, I saw Cecilia had already left—the covers were thrown back.
"…………."
I recalled last night.
Suckling the other breast and swallowing her milk, Cecilia let loose with uninhibited lewd moans right in front of me. They sounded just like a lover's during foreplay, so I cautiously asked if she was okay. She said it just felt good having me touch her—like when she bathed me. Nothing weird about it, she insisted with a wink.
After a short break, she let me fondle her breasts while we whispered idly for nearly twenty minutes. I remembered bits like:
'Don't tell Eli about this...? It's embarrassing if others find out......'
'Is that so...? I won't tell anyone.'
'Mm.... Anyway, was my... milk... fishy?'
'No. It was super...... fresh... and, d-delicious......'
'R-Really? Hnnng....... I see....... My milk was tasty, huh...?'
'Yes....... Um. Can we do it again... next time?'
'Hnnng....... Raoul wants to drink my milk....... Yeah......'
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'Then from now on, Auntie will feed Raoul lots of nutritious milk♥....... Grow big and strong on my tits?'
During our talk, a trickle of milk leaked from her breast again. She stroked me gently and whispered if I'd help once more. Changing position, she knelt on the bed and squeezed her breasts together. Her stiff nipples gathered conveniently, and she shook them temptingly again. I dove in without restraint, nursing from the clustered tips.
Glancing up while sucking, that perverted, lascivious expression was burned into my memory. It was anything but a mature adult's.
I ended the brief recollection there.
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The next three days passed in mundane routine. With my body not fully recovered yet, there wasn't much I could do.
After closing shop, I'd go inside and memorize the goods on the shelves one by one. I needed to know the inventory to help with stocking or calculations.
Honestly, with or without hypnosis, if I said no, she'd baby me and let me play house husband. But my body itched to do something. Plus, this was a rare experience in another world.
Before evening, as I memorized goods outside, Cecilia appeared, smiling proudly and telling me not to overdo it.
Her warm smiles had changed slightly since helping with her nipple play and nursing. The way she looked at me shifted, and her actions too.
For instance, mornings when I pretended to sleep after waking, she'd gently stroke my dick over my pajamas—just light enough not to wake me. I endured the erection with superhuman patience. The setting was that I hadn't awakened to sex yet. Soon, though.
After Eli left, she'd feed me lunch indoors, her home clothes getting skimpier. She even extended lunch breaks deliberately, maximizing our alone time since Eli returned from the academy in the afternoon.
Night moans might alert Eli, so nursing moved to this timeframe. With a sly smile, she'd bare her breasts—already aroused, milk overflowing her bra. Cutely, to increase production, she drank more water and ate a bit more. The effort paid off: more milk, sweeter too, with better nutrition.
When I shared honest feedback, she'd hug my suckling head with a maternal-lewd smile.
Hnnng. Delicious.
But soon, just tits won't cut it anymore......