Eli's Growing Suspicion
That day was no different from any other. Breakfast with Cecilia, followed by pounding her pussy. Lunch with Cecilia, more pussy pounding. When Eli came home, we'd sneak a quick fuck without her mom noticing. Squish, squish, squish... Just like clockwork, shaking my hips at set times until dinner, when the three of us would chat amiably, wrapping up the day's routine.
Of course, it was a bit odd that at least one of them always had my cum sloshing around in her pussy during those conversations.
But today, Eli seemed a little off at the dinner table.
"...Nom."
She kept stealing tiny glances at Cecilia—subtle enough not to get caught, but suspicious as hell. Wondering if something was up with Cecilia, I snuck a peek myself. Nope, she was just calmly forking food into her mouth like always.
What the hell? Nothing weird. Maybe she had something to say to her mom? But Eli's expression wasn't hopeful or pleading. If anything... yeah, one word for it: suspicion. She was eyeing Cecilia with doubt, a furrowed brow like she was piecing together a puzzle.
Then she set her spoon down, like she had something to say, and slowly opened her mouth.
"Mom... um..."
"Mm... gulp. What's up?"
"It's... ah, never mind."
"Hmm~ That doesn't sound like nothing... You're making that worried face you do. You can't fool your mom. Did something happen outside?"
"Sis. Everything okay?"
"Ah, no. Really, it's nothing. I just... thought of something and brought it up with Mom... Ah, th-that's it. Yeah. The next volume of that novel I'm reading came out, but I'm a bit short on cash..."
"Oh, is that all? How much short?"
"Uh, umm... ab-about twenty donghua coins..."
"Got it. Then I'll chip in whenever you run my errands reliably. Sound good?"
"Yeah... Thanks, Mom..."
Eli always slipped into polite speech when she was grateful or asking for favors. But as she picked up her spoon again, something still felt off about her.
I realized she'd just brushed it off with an excuse. She probably wanted to say something else. I had no idea what, but I didn't feel the need to pry.
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Bedtime was still Cecilia's domain. Once she'd gotten a taste for sex, there was no way she'd let me go. It was only natural.
As it got late, I entered the bedroom, and a faint perfume scent filled the air.
"Come here quick, Raoul♥ Hurry and change into something comfy."
Cecilia, sitting at the mirror, had let her ponytail down and was brushing her hair. She shot me a flirty glance as I opened the door.
She was wearing her usual slutty lingerie today too. A black see-through slip that bared her navel, with matching black sexy panties barely covering her firm tits and pussy through the thin fabric.
Damn, she's dressed to kill today. Eye candy for days.
I stripped out of my day clothes next to her as she brushed, slipping into pajamas. They wouldn't stay on long, though—that much was obvious.
"Hehe...♥"
With her hair neatly groomed, Cecilia gracefully climbed onto the bed in that lewd outfit. She crawled on her knees to the pillows and started her usual seduction.
"Come on, Your Highness~ Mama's waiting♥"
She arched her ass high for a perfect view, swaying it seductively. Same routine every time, but it never failed to look insanely hot. No resisting that.
Her panties were a thong, wedged deep between her plump pussy lips, the thick labia peeking out.
I ditched my pajamas, approaching her jiggling ass in just my underwear. She often went panty-less to make entry easy, but when she wore them like today, the intent was clear: she wanted me to slide them aside and thrust in, or peel them off myself.
I teased her pussy over the fabric, then hooked my fingers under the edge.
"...Mama. Let me take your panties off."
"Hmph. Mmm...♥ Oh, you sweet thing. Such good manners, Your Highness...♥"
Cecilia beamed and wiggled as I slid her panties down. She lifted her knees to help, revealing those firm, plump pussy lips just like always.
I grabbed one meaty ass cheek with one hand, gripped my shaft with the other, and slowly pressed my cock against her folds.
Squelch...♥ Slurp...♥
"Oooh...♥"
Her pussy lips fluttered hungrily at the glans rubbing her entire slit, drooling juices. She matched my up-and-down strokes, shaking her hips in rhythm, savoring the foreplay.
Vulgarly gyrating her hips, pussy winking obscenely—it was pure eroticism.
"Aaah...♥ You tease. Hurry and shove that cock in Mama~ Come onnn...♥"
She was getting impatient, jiggling her ass and whining. That's when I heard a faint creak.
Hallucination?
"Sorry. Got too into how good it feels..."
"Hmm...♥ So rubbing outside feels better than Mama's pussy? That hurts Mama's feelings..."
"N-no, that's not it. Mama's pussy is... hotter, tighter... those bumpy walls clinging to my cock... way better inside."
I pretended to panic, lavishing praise on her pussy's perfection. She shivered in delight, eating it up. How many times had we reconfirmed this now?
During sex, she'd bat her eyes and ask nonstop: "How's Mama's pussy taste, hmm?♥" "Does Mama's grip feel good?♥" Acting like vulgar talk was the most natural thing, proactively drawing out dirty words from me to kill any hesitation.
Meaning my "re-education" to her tastes was ongoing.
What could I do but play along? "Mama's pussy is delicious." "Those chewy inner walls feel amazing." "It squeezes like a mouth-pussy." Spouting exactly what she wanted.
When those crude words spilled from my pretty lips under the flowing golden hair, she'd smile in satisfaction and counter with "Raoul's cock tastes great too♥"—trading compliments.
The lewdness amped up the arousal, sure... but it still made me cringe a bit. Not fully adapted.
If she just wanted compliments on her looks, it'd be easy. Maybe that's why I'd gotten so blunt with dirty talk during sex—first with Mary it wasn't this bad, but lately with Daisy, I was outright filthy...
Repetitive conditioning? Cecilia, you're terrifying...!
"That's right♥ Pound Mama's chewy pussy with Raoul's thick, sturdy cock♥ Oooh. Hurryyy~♥"
"Yes...! I'll fuck your pussy deep and make you feel good."
Our vulgar exchange heated the air pink-hot. I slammed my teasing cock straight into her mound.
Squelch!♥
"Kyaah!♥ Ah, aaah... Your Highness's sturdy cock is in...♥ How is it? Delicious Mama pussy?♥"
"Ngh...! Y-yes. P-pussy... delicious."
"Haaah...♥ Raoul's such a pervert...♥"
Please... stop squeezing and calling it 'delicious'... I'd cum from words alone. My brain was turning to mush. This sticky-sweet pleasure was a real wake-up call—lose focus here, and I'd be content forever under her skirt...
I shook my head mentally, resisting her web. As I thrust into her, I heard that faint creak again.
Kiiik... Definitely not imagining it.
What the...? A bad premonition flashed.
Squelch, squelch...♥!!
"Haah! Hah... haah♥ Aaah. Ngh♥ Hoooh...♥"
"............"
I pounded her ass with loud slaps, overwhelming her senses, while secretly perking my ears.
Another faint noise tickled them. I flicked my eyes toward it without turning my head.
The wardrobe door was cracked. Just a tiny bit.
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—Eli's POV—
"Haaa...♥ Feels so gooood...♥"
Before dinner, I holed up in my room, rubbing my pussy while replaying what happened earlier.
Fuu... Today I snuck sex with Raoul again behind Mom's back. Lately, I'd been trying stuff from the novels—like kissing for over 30 minutes... Interlocking fingers during fingering was awkward, but fun. I thought my chubby ass was ugly, but Raoul didn't mind. He kept groping my butt and thighs...
And today, when I bent over the bed on purpose, he went full beast-mode from behind with his cock... Aaah♥ Raoul's a total perv too...♥
As I squirmed on the bed fingering myself, something dawned on me. Not anger, but...
Mom was stunning—even to me. Lately, her skin was baby-soft and pale, like she'd upped her care routine. And above all... now that I'd had sex with Raoul, I could tell.
"She's... gotten even sexier."
Real talk. When she gave that sultry glance, even I felt my heart pound. But Raoul sleeps in her room every night...
A dark suspicion surged. Here I was fucking Raoul in secret, but Mom, sharing a bed... Was she really not touching him?
Raoul was adorable. Obedient, good listener, believed everything I said like a blank slate. Even when I stripped naked to... seduce him for "art," I'd feel guilty saying it was unavoidable. But watching him blush yet focus so intently melted that guilt... made me want to teach him even lewder things.
I was shy about sex too, but he'd pick up on it and accommodate sweetly. That part was so lovable.
What did Mom think of him? No way she...?
Suspicious signs piled up. Why didn't she open the door that time I knocked? Measuring clothes? Why lock it mornings and nights? Sometimes I'd hear rustling from her room passing in the hall, but it'd go dead silent.
Not just once or twice. The more I thought, the shadier it got.
At dinner, I hemmed and hawed, almost blurting I wanted to talk alone later. Slipped up—played it off.
"Ah, never mind."
Mom and Raoul tilted their heads, but I bullshitted about novel money and escaped.
If I asked about Raoul outright, she'd never answer straight. Even I'd lie if I were her...
"O-okay..."
As night fell like spilled ink, I resolved to see for myself.
Just tonight. Once. If nothing happened in the bedroom, I'd never doubt them again.
While Raoul and Mom were in the living room, I said I was heading to bed and left. Then...
The second the living room door shut, I dashed to Mom's bedroom and slipped inside.
"Here it is."
I checked the wardrobes one by one until I found it. Grabbed the sliding door, slipped in.
This was Mom's winter storage—no way she'd open it in this sunny season.
...I'm kinda smart.
Her room was bigger than expected; a slight gap showed half the bed.
I shoved winter clothes aside for space when a box bumped my foot. Curious, I opened it—over ten rubber rings inside.
Mom's merchandise? Forgot I left it here.
Click. After 15 minutes, Mom entered. I held my breath, tense, door cracked just enough.
Spraying perfume?
"Mm. Hmm~"
Her happy hum wafted in with a dreamy scent through the gap. Thought she stopped after Dad died... Guess not. Didn't know. Smells amazing though. Expensive?
Soon Raoul entered too.
"Come here quick, Raoul♥ Hurry and change into something comfy."
Mom's excited voice echoed from the unseen side.
"Hehe...♥"
Changing clothes? Ah, bedtime prep. Then just rustling and tidying sounds—no action.
Was I overreacting? I'd have jumped him the second the door shut... But Mom's an adult, after all. Maybe I was projecting.
Suddenly, hiding in the wardrobe felt embarrassing.
Sorry, Mom. Your daughter's a bit pervy...
As I pondered sneaking out once they slept, the bed edge came into view through the gap.
Mom crawled to the pillows on her knees.
"Come on, Your Highness~ Mama's waiting♥"
".............................."
She said it in black lingerie that showed almost everything...
...shaking her ass like a beast in heat.