Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (13)
As weekdays rolled around, I started helping out at Cecilia's general store. She tried to keep me inside the house, saying I could rest if my body felt even a little off, but I insisted strongly that I wanted to repay her kindness. In the end, she reluctantly agreed to let me assist with store work.
Since I hadn't come of age yet, my tasks were limited to light stuff—sorting inventory of lightweight goods or organizing potion ingredients bought from adventurers. Mostly herbs or monster blood in vials, that sort of thing. It was basically menial labor, so when I suggested going out to the front of the store to help directly, she flatly refused, telling me I didn't need to come out at all. No, she even earnestly begged me not to.
It seemed like Cecilia was uncomfortable with the idea of customers seeing me. That warning about the sky-blue bob-cut woman from before, and how she kept subtly drilling the dangers of the outside world into me—it all pointed to her wanting to keep me locked up at home for perfect, thorough breeding. Or at least, that's what it felt like.
Another change since last weekend: Cecilia had been putting tremendous effort into boosting not just her own milk production, but mine too. Let me sum up the ways she'd switched things up.
First off, she started buying better ingredients from the market to improve our overall nutritional balance. Especially the meat portions—they'd increased dramatically. When Eli's eyes went wide at the changed menu and she asked about it, Cecilia brushed it off by saying store sales were good, so we'd keep eating like this from now on. While Eli went "Whoa!" and dove into her food with glee, Cecilia wore a soft smile and sneakily piled more dishes onto my plate. But anyone could see it was all prime cuts that screamed stamina booster.
With milk (semen) production ramped up like that, her next move was creating opportunities to milk me. The moment Eli left for the academy in the morning, the house atmosphere flipped 180 degrees. The air in the room turned pink and sticky in an instant.
Once Eli was gone, every one of Cecilia's actions dripped with seduction. Especially around lunchtime—that was when her eroticism peaked, and the prime time for her to drain me dry.
Let me describe what went down during those hours...
I thought back to what had happened around this time yesterday.
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The second lunchtime hit, Cecilia came back home and, as if it were the most natural thing, changed into see-through lingerie right there in broad daylight. It was a slutty black babydoll that barely covered her pussy, and she wore nothing underneath. Her suckable nipples and plump pussy were on full display through the sheer black fabric.
Yet Cecilia herself acted like this perverted outfit was totally normal, as if trying to imprint on me that there was nothing weird about it at all.
"Ahh, store work is so tiring on the body. Hehe. How about you, Raoul? Stock sorting going okay? Must be tough with so much you don't know yet, right?"
"Mm... No, it's fine. There are a few things I'm still a bit confused about, but... if it helps you, Cecilia, that makes me happy..."
"Ooh... You always say the sweetest things... Ah! But don't worry, I'll pay you properly for your work. You deserve compensation for your efforts, okay?"
Feels like the pay is way too generous for the amount of work I'm doing... especially since she's already covering all my food, clothes, and shelter.
We chatted lightly for a bit, then she decided to prep lunch.
"I'll make something delicious today, so sit tight at the table, alright?"
With that, she sauntered off to the kitchen, her firm ass swaying left and right like a tease.
"Whoa..."
She walked with her hips popping like a model on the runway—pure female allure designed to tempt any male. Cecilia's body had that slight plumpness to it, so her ass cheeks jiggled vividly with every step. She never did that when Eli was around.
She'd parked me at the dining table to wait while she cooked, and my seat was no accident—it gave a perfect view of her backside in the kitchen.
Sitting there, I got an eyeful of Cecilia prepping lunch in all her glory.
"Gulp..."
The back of her lingerie dipped so low it barely covered her hips, exposing her healthy peach-colored skin. The hem just barely hid her pussy, but every time she shook her ass gently, it parted to reveal glimpses of her neatly trimmed orange pubic hair.
In that state, she tied her long orange hair back into a ponytail. Sure, it was partly to keep hair out of the food, but honestly, it was more habit from tying it up beforehand so it wouldn't get in the way when sucking my dick.
Which meant, once we finished eating...
"Mm... the veggies..."
Chop-chop-chop-chop—
Hearing the knife sounds, I refocused on her. Now Cecilia had her ass thrust out, slicing ingredients with her back fully arched. Just like in the bedroom the other day, the hem had ridden up, exposing the space between her cheeks. Her plump pussy lips bulged out invitingly from between them, demanding attention.
"Ah... W-Wow..."
"...Hmph. Mmm. Hm~♥"
Pretending not to hear my quiet gasp of admiration, Cecilia started humming a tune. She held that pussy-exposing pose steady, making sure I had the best view.
This had become one of her go-to moves lately—whenever she got the chance, she'd flaunt her pussy at me as blatantly as possible. She'd act all careless while striking blatantly lewd poses, like it was everyday stuff.
When it was just us, she'd sway her hips in a heart shape as she walked. Even for something trivial like picking up an item, she'd thrust her ass out like a porn star, showing off her rear. At night, when she asked me to fondle her breasts, she'd spread her legs in an M-shape, drawing my eyes straight down there naturally.
All of it was Cecilia's effort to get me hooked on pussy. Convinced I'd awakened as a male with my first ejaculation, she figured she needed to instill a primal interest in mating.
A ripe widow with a body like hers wouldn't settle for just sucking out fresh milk—she wanted more.
She could probably jump me right now without it being weird, but she didn't. Probably because she was savoring this drawn-out tease.
Whenever I stammered or got flustered staring at her body, she'd get excited and amp up the perversion, striking even sluttier poses to get me hard.
Even now, every time I stared holes through her crotch, she felt my intense gaze and made her pussy twitch like it was begging to swallow my cock. It was vulgar, filthy temptation.
My dick twitched on its own.
Once everything was ready, eating lunch was its own ordeal. Normally with three of us, she'd sit opposite, but now she dragged a chair right up next to mine and pressed in close. The sensation of her massive tits squishing against my arm was impossible to ignore.
Looking at my embarrassed face, she smiled and scooped up some soup from her plate with a spoon.
"Here you go, Raoul. Ahhhn♥"
"Ah... Um, wait..."
"Mm?♥ Hehe... What's wrong?"
As I stammered, Cecilia let out a sweet hum and grinned wide, spoon poised, waiting for me to open up.
"U-Um... I can feed myself. I don't want to trouble you, Cecilia..."
"Nooo♥ I just want to get closer to you, Raoul. If you think about it that way..."
Her lightly lipstick-tinted red lips parted, tongue flicking out halfway as she continued.
"You can feed me too, right?"
"R-Right... Then... Ahh—"
It felt like I was four years old again as I let her feed me the soup. Every time I gulped down the thick globs, she'd beam with satisfaction—like I was totally under her thumb.
Focused on being fed, I polished off my bowl before I knew it.
"Oh my, you finished already. How was today's soup?"
"It was amazing as always. Everything you make is..."
"Really? Good to hear... And now, it's your turn, Raoul."
Her orange ponytail swished as she shifted eagerly, turning her chair fully toward me. Hands gripping the seat between her thighs, she leaned forward, parting her plump lips. They glistened with saliva, and as they opened, a wet schlurp echoed.
Her eyes fluttered shut naturally.
"Ahhhn~♥"
"......! Gulp."
With her arms braced on the chair and tongue half-out, Cecilia looked exactly like a baby bird waiting for mom to drop food in its mouth. The gap between her lewd, voluptuous body and that childish act was insanely hot.
Unable to keep her waiting, I scooped soup from my plate and placed it on her tongue. She pursed her lips, slurping it off messily.
"Mm... smack. sluuuurp. Hot. smack...♥ Gulp. Mm♥"
"Uh..."
Fuck... this is why meals are torture.
Someone might say it's just playing with food, but not for me. The sounds she was making were damn near identical to slurping my dick and gulping semen. No one eats soup like that normally—this perverted widow was doing it on purpose.
From this intimate range, the wet sucking noises hit like ASMR straight to my brain. She was Pavlov-dogging me, conditioning me with the exact sounds and sensations from when she serviced my cock—her lips and tongue clinging to my glans.
Hearing it made my body tingle, hormones surging wildly. Before I knew it, my dick was straining rock-hard against my pants.
Her plan was working perfectly.
"Gulp. Haa... ...Ahhhn~♥"
She kept her tongue out like a begging bird, waiting for my spoon. I fed her more, and she didn't forget to slurp lewdly every time.
Now with her eyes open, she gazed at me warmly, cheeks flushed pink.
As I pulled the last spoonful from her mouth, she suddenly clamped down with her teeth—clack—playfully holding it.
What the—
"C-Cecilia... The spoon..."
"Mmmph..♥? Mmph..."
As I panicked and stuttered, she kept her mouth wide in an "ahh," refusing to let go, shooting me sugary, melting eyes.
Whoa...
Seeing her playfully tease like a lover in her prime, I genuinely thought this widow was adorable.
"Pop... Haa...♥ So tasty."
"...Looks like lunch is done..."
"Hehe, yeah... ...Hm? Raoul. Down there..."
"Ah."
Staring at the bulge throbbing against my pants, Cecilia's face twisted into the lusty grin of a bitch in heat.