Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (10)
Just moments ago, Cecilia had pretended to be nonchalant while glancing back at me, slowly—agonizingly slowly—slipping off her panties with deliberate little wiggles. As if she wanted me to savor the view at my leisure. If she was going to strip anyway, she could've just closed the partition from the start. So why put on this show right in front of a kid, especially in see-through lingerie that left nothing to the imagination?
I couldn't help but wonder just how powerful these twisted desires were, to make a kind woman who feeds a stray child act like this. What she was doing now wasn't the hypnosis I'd laid on her. I'd only implanted the urge to "do something" whenever she felt pity or sympathy for me. That hypnosis just conveniently encouraged physical closeness—it sure as hell didn't command her to shake her plump ass seductively to arouse the boy behind her.
No matter the trigger, this was her choice. Perverted acts like this couldn't stem from mere pity. In simple terms, she was willingly thrusting out her hips, proudly displaying that thick pussy flesh to me.
Cecilia was fully geared up to devour me whole.
"Nngh... gulp."
"Not here of all places... Guess I'll have to reorganize the whole drawer later..."
When I let out another tense voice from behind, Cecilia bounced her now-naked lower half with obvious delight. Watching her, I pondered what would come next.
Her outfit—lingerie that revealed every intimate detail—subtle makeup that wouldn't raise eyebrows. A sweet fragrance wafted from her body, probably perfume. Anyone could see she was pushing hard to take things further. What if I got hard right here? With this level of prep, she'd have some line ready for the occasion. And once she did, who knew what "common sense" she'd try to drill into me? Last time, she'd improvised that "breast milk doesn't come out well unless you suck it directly." This time... hmm.
Part of me was curious... but no. I shook my head inwardly.
I'm the type who sticks to a plan. I had my script ready, down to the little details for the goddesses' viewing pleasure (especially Lurien). If things went according to my plan, the main event with Cecilia wouldn't happen until next weekend at the earliest. That way, I could focus on Eli in the meantime.
But... could I really hold back staring at that ass? As I watched the bitch in heat tease me right in front of my eyes, a bad premonition hit me—my plan was about to go off the rails.
………
………
This idiotic, lewd ritual dragged on for nearly a full minute. Not because she was actually searching for her panties, but because it was a ceremony to awaken the male in me. In that short time, she reveled in my visibly flustered gaze, shaking her bare crotch freely.
By my world's common knowledge, the dancers of the western Tavat Kingdom were said to perform obscene dances like this—and hers could easily rival theirs. Fuck, it's hot. My cock twitched naturally inside my pajamas.
"...Ah♥"
Cecilia, who had been secretly enjoying my stare while rummaging through the drawer, suddenly let out a startled voice. She grabbed the edge of her panties with one hand and yanked them back down. Her ass vanished in an instant. Though it was pointless with how sheer they were.
She turned her head, Sending me a seductive gaze with half-lidded eyes. An erotic expression that seemed to ask, Did you see that?
Curious, I let my eyes roam her body. A murky stream trickled down her firm thighs.
This milf. Just showing off to me had her so excited she was dripping love juices.
I tilted my head with a puzzled look, and Cecilia smiled at me before ending the awkward play-acting and climbing onto the bed.
"Raoul. Come here, sweetie. You haven't had your milk yet today, have you?♥"
Cecilia lay on her side on the bed, patting the sheets invitingly. Come to think of it, she usually nursed me around afternoon, but Eli was home on weekends, so she couldn't. She'd looked pretty disappointed while prepping dinner earlier.
"Y-Yeah..."
I approached the spot she was tapping and lay down beside her. Normally, I'd kneel or half-stand to suckle, but lying like a real baby for nursing was a first.
Lying next to Cecilia and looking up at her, she smiled wordlessly.
"Um... Cecilia..."
"What's wrong, Raoul?"
"To... drink the milk, your clothes..."
"Oh... right. How silly of me to forget. Yeah... but Auntie has numb hands right now... Could Raoul help pull the straps down?"
"Ah, sure. Okay."
I propped up my upper body as she spoke. When I touched the straps on her shoulders, she shivered slightly, letting out a soft "Hng..." as if savoring my touch.
Sliding the straps midway down her arms revealed her taut, erect nipples and the hidden hue of her areolae. As she slipped her arms free, the pink babydoll slid down to her navel with a whisper.
Those tits were mouthwatering no matter how many times I saw them.
"Alright then..."
As I leaned in to latch onto her breast, Cecilia nodded with a smile. She'd been smiling the whole time, which was nagging at me. Normally, she'd be panting quietly with an aroused expression. Had I handed her too much control? Now that she knew I was a total blank slate, every move dripped with sly leisure.
With those thoughts, I took her nipple into my mouth.
"Smch..."
"Aaaaahn~♥"
"...?"
I flinched at the sweet moan right after a light suck. Had her sensitivity spiked in the meantime?
"Hng... Raoul? Something wrong?"
"N-No. You just... made a sudden noise..."
"Yeah...♥ That's just Auntie feeling good, so don't mind it. ...Will you keep going?"
"Ah, got it. Then... smch..."
"Hng♥ Ahn..."
"Chp. Smmch. Smch. Nng... Slrrp."
"Hii! Ah, right there—feels good. Hng! Haht...! Ah...! Aht... Raoul. You're sucking so well...♥"
"Chp. Hlrp... Yeah... smch. F-Feeling good?"
"Hng! Ahn♥ Aahn. Nng, Raoul... Raoul sucking my nipples like that. Nng. Hngat♥ ...Feels amazing♥"
"Smch. Ah. Milk's... Nng... gulp."
"Hng! Aht! Your tongue...♥ Ahn. Hng. Nipple gripped tight, not letting go... Raoul's such a greedy boy♥"
"…………."
...This energy couldn't be explained by mere heightened sensitivity. It wasn't the kind of voice you'd expect during nursing. She usually moaned sweetly, sure, but not this sticky, lewd wailing—like something she'd never make even for a lover.
Recalling how she'd shaken her ass while stripping earlier, it hit me: this had a clear purpose too. Cecilia was caressing my ears with those viscous moans. Like a whimpering bitch in heat.
Aiming her obscene, slutty sounds at me, who she thought knew nothing. She couldn't raise her voice with Eli around, so she pressed her face close to my ear as I suckled—deliberately letting me hear her sticky saliva and candy-sweet moans.
To turn me into a male.
"Haaang... How's it taste? Delicious today too...?"
"Nng... gulp. Yeah. Cecilia's m-milk..."
"Really. Keep saying that, and Auntie ate a bit more just to give Raoul lots of milk, you know? If I gain weight, it's your fault, got it?"
"S-Sorry. I mean..."
"Hehehe... Just kidding. Come on, now the other side. Suck suck♥"
Cecilia twirled her unsuckled nipple teasingly, urging me on.
"Nng... chp."
"Ahn...♥"
As she nursed me, Cecilia deliberately let out sweet moans. Like a wanton whore. Today was worse—over the top. She was moaning openly, without a shred of restraint, lips parted in ecstasy. Strings of sticky saliva stretched and snapped between them like she was indulging in pure sex.
Her cheeks and neck flushed red, her blissful expression and writhing body screamed pleasure—like a nympho lost in the throes.
Yet Cecilia dismissed this lewd panting as "just feeling good." Whispering sweet nothings all the while, this obscene widow was impossible for me to resist.
"Smch. Chp... Nng. Ah........."
...I ended up getting hard. Looking back, holding out this long was impressive. My pajamas tented like it might burst.
Cecilia would notice right away. Every time I'd snuck glances at her face while suckling, she'd peeked at my crotch amid her moans...
"Haaaang... Nnght... Nng. ......Nnh?"
The end of Cecilia's sweet voice pitched up slightly. Damn. Busted.
What now? I had a planned rollout for Lurien and the other goddesses' entertainment, but this could derail it fast. Cecilia being this aggressive was beyond my expectations. Who could've guessed she'd pull this pervy shit outside the hypnosis?
Should I just hypnotize it away? Unplanned stuff throws off my improv...
Wait. Eli today—I used hypnosis on her, so I'm at my daily limit. At least two hours till midnight.
"Hng... Hng... Nng..............Hng........."
"......Smch..."
Cecilia's moans tapered off sharply. Glancing sidelong, her eyes had turned cat-like, locked on prey. Staring at my bulging cock through the pajamas, she swallowed softly.
She moaned rhythmically while eyeing my crotch, then stared into space, lost in thought.
"Hng............ Nng..."
I instinctively knew she'd say something soon. Her actions had already exceeded my predictions, so the content was anyone's guess. But the direction? Obvious.
She'd succeeded in getting me hard, just like she wanted. What next?
As I pondered while suckling, Cecilia pounced.
"Haa... What's this... Raoul. Hold on."
"Chp. Yeah?"
Her voice suddenly serious, I pulled off her nipple and looked up. Cecilia stared at my tented pajamas with mock surprise, as if just noticing.
"Raoul... Sorry, but could you take off the bottoms for a sec? I need to check something."
She said it with grave sincerity.
"Huh? Sure, Cecilia."
"Hmm..."
As Cecilia wore a serious expression, I sat up on the bed, legs spread, and fumbled with my pajamas as instructed. Nothing underneath, so my cock sprang free the moment they dropped—veiled in foreskin, throbbing erect.
I sat cross-legged before her like that. My dick stood rigid, twitching faintly. Meeting her eyes as she knelt in front of me, I mirrored her tension with a nervous look.
Face-to-face, Cecilia toyed with her lips while staring at my erection.
"Raoul."
"Yes, Cecilia."
"This... isn't good..."
Her face was the picture of tender concern for me—more than anyone's.