Chapter 227: Mama
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 227: Mama
I lie side-by-side with Yume in the bathtub, sipping wine and enjoying a romantic moment.
"So, Yeon-woo... you shouldn't do that. You have to cherish our Setsuna... because you're a good boy..."
Hmm... is this right?
A drunken Yume lectures me about taking care of Setsuna.
A bathtub, wine, a man, and a woman.
These are definitely romantic keywords, but they’re missing a few others: married woman, the young man next door, and "hammered."
As for how it ended up like this...
I took advantage of Yume’s inability to say no and kept pushing. I forced us to scrub each other's backs, and I even used God Hand to drive her toward pleasure.
Yeah, up to that point, it was good.
Seeing Yume reach a climax while scrubbing my back, I started to push the boundaries bit by bit. Wet skin brushing against each other, hands wandering over bodies... sometimes these subtle touches are far more arousing than overt groping.
As her excitement peaked, Yume’s hazy eyes suddenly cleared.
Just as I thought I was screwed—seeing her recognize the situation and steel her gaze—she suddenly stood up.
"Yeon-woo, let's have a drink with this old lady."
"...?"
I just stared at her blankly, a question mark floating over my head at the unexpected suggestion. Without waiting for an answer, Yume strode out of the bathroom.
I watched her go, dazed, thinking today was a bust. But just as I was about to get up, she returned with wine glasses.
The shy, cute married woman from before was gone. In her place was a woman with the boldness and aura unique to a mother. She didn't even bother to hide her sexy body.
As I stared blankly at the water droplets rolling down the tips of her voluminous breasts, Yume seemed to get embarrassed again. Her face flushed as she urged me.
"G-get in the tub. Let's talk while we drink."
As soon as we were back in the water, Yume gulped down a glass of wine and began to talk, emboldened by the alcohol.
Cherish Setsuna; you shouldn't do this with an old lady; I have a husband; you shouldn't get too lost in lust while you're young—Yume laid out a lecture befitting her age.
With every word, she drank more wine. At first, we sat facing each other, but now she was half-drunk, leaning her back against my chest as she rambled on.
"Ryusei, that man... he's probably out enjoying himself with young girls again..."
As time passed, the lecture turned into a vent. Yume began telling me all sorts of things about her life, as if she were catching up with an old friend.
By the way, she knew her husband frequented brothels? And that he’d cheated?
Then why didn't she say anything?
It was incomprehensible to me, but I suppose she had her reasons... maybe?
"Don't drink too much."
"Eyy—this won't get me drunk... Wouldn't it be better for you if I were drunk, Yeon-woo? Hehehe~"
I couldn't tell if she was asking to be eaten or not.
It seemed her desire to remain a faithful housewife and her arousal were playing tug-of-war. I’d pushed her thinking it was an opportunity, but... this was a bit different from what I expected.
If it stays like this, she’ll wake up tomorrow, cringe under the covers four times over, and start avoiding me again. I can't give her the perfect excuse of "it was just a mistake because of the alcohol."
I grabbed Yume’s wrist as she tried to take another sip of wine while talking to herself.
"Stop drinking and just talk to me while we cuddle."
"You want to cuddle an old lady like me? Uhuhu~ Yeon-woo, you could meet so many people younger and prettier than me—Kyaa!"
When I hugged her from behind, Yume giggled and acted coy.
She’s cute when she’s drunk.
I like the usual gentle, maternal Yume, but the lively version is great too. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, her voluminous breasts resting right on top of my forearms.
"Phew—this is comfortable. You're always so kind, Yeon-woo."
Yume started listing the inconveniences of having large breasts and praised me for lifting them up for her.
"I'll hold them for you whenever you want."
"Ahaha, you really are a good boy."
What gentleman would refuse the task of being praised while holding up breasts?
“That gentleman over there will hold your heavy breasts for you.”
It sounded like something that would get you slapped across the face twice, but Yume was delighted. She reached back and stroked my hair.
For someone as modest as Yume, who used to be cautious about even the slightest physical contact, having her stroke my hair so freely felt good.
Of course, the soft weight on my forearms felt even better.
"Ah..."
While I was playfully touching her sexy body, Yume felt my dick poking her back and turned around to look at me.
It was a short gasp, but her voice was so serious that I tensed up, fearing she might reject me again. Yume stared at me as I tried to read her expression, then she broke into a warm smile.
Seriously, only married women should be allowed to have that "closed-eye" smile. It’s on a completely different level from that squinty-eyed bastard in the Security Bureau.
With that warm smile, Yume slowly turned around to face me and hugged me. As she leaned her head against my chest and hugged me as if lying on top of me, my rock-hard dick slid right into her deep cleavage.
If she just squeezed her breasts together, it would be a perfect paizuri, but Yume just looked up at me with a smirk as if she knew nothing.
"I really worked hard... Even though it was embarrassing, I practiced so much by myself for his sake..."
She sounded serious, but that "hard work" she was talking about was sex practice.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with that husband of hers? What was he missing that made him go off and blow his load elsewhere?
Yume wriggled her body on top of me as she told me about the things she’d practiced. From the usual stuff like practicing blowjobs on bananas to putting small jade stones in her pussy and going about her day to practice tightening her muscles...
I could tell she’d put in a lot of effort, but... every time she wriggled, her breasts, submerged in the water, swayed and stimulated the dick between them. I couldn't concentrate.
Wait, did she practice this too? This is low-key hot as hell.
"Do you want to try sitting up?"
Yume stood up and led me to sit on the edge of the tub.
Finally...?
"Yeon-woo, you're a handsome young man. You don't need to show interest in an old lady like me."
With my dick right in front of her eyes, Yume looked up at me and smiled.
But gentlemen, do you know this?
Married women have a certain cunning; they purposely call themselves "old ladies" to self-deprecate, while secretly wishing for you to deny it.
"No way. Where else could I find a woman as beautiful as you, Yume? You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."
"Eh... ah, u-uhm..."
She’s blushing. She’s definitely blushing.
She was so lively while half-drunk, but one compliment brought back the original Yume, her face turning beet red.
She really is a cute person.
"Yeon-woo... don't you hate it? An old lady not acting her age... getting turned on by a man young enough to be her daughter's age...?"
"It's hot."
"Eh?! H-h-hot? Ah, saying things like that to an old lady..."
"It's fucking hot. You're the best."
Look, even my dick is nodding in agreement.
As Yume looked on in embarrassed confusion, my dick twitched with strength, tapping against her lips. Her soft, cushioned lips pursed slightly after being hit by the glans a few times, and she turned her head away.
"Look at me. Your blushing profile is gorgeous, but I want to see your face, Yume."
"Honestly..."
Yume, who had been looking away, glanced at me and gave a small laugh.
While I was savoring her wonderful bashfulness, Yume pushed her chest forward and approached me.
"You don't have to hold back too much. Cum whenever you want to."
With my dick wedged between her massive breasts, Yume spoke with immense confidence.
Uh-huh—you know, it's not just my dick that's big. My sex level is... ugh!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
From the start, Yume moved her breasts violently, frictioning the dick between them. As she squeezed the sides of her breasts hard with both hands, the hydraulic-like pressure on my dick was no joke.
The downside of a paizuri is that the grip is usually weaker compared to a pussy, but this... oh, ohhh!
"You don't have to hold back. Pour it all out into Mama."
She’s doing that on purpose, right? She’s not an "old lady" anymore; she’s "Mama."
My dick screamed in joy at the contrast between her gentle tone and her violent titfuck.
She really did practice a lot.
Her breasts were moving aggressively, but her face remained as still as a mime's, as if fixed in mid-air.
And what was she doing with that still face? She was licking my glans.
Because my dick was being crushed and shaken wildly by her breasts, it would occasionally smack against her cheeks and lips, but Yume didn't care. She skillfully licked it with her tongue out, looking incredibly lewd.
No wonder that husband of hers finished in a minute.
Her skill level justified her confident attitude.
"Nyam—"
When my dick trembled, unable to withstand the violent paizuri, Yume recognized the signal and clamped her mouth over the head.
The glans enveloped by soft lips, the moist breasts that had softened but were now moving up and down in a cross-motion to massage the shaft, and her face looking up with a maternal expression, telling me I could cum anytime while she held it in her mouth... ugh...
Splurt, gulp— splurt, gulp, gulp, gulp—
Since I’d been holding it in for a while, a massive amount came out, but Yume swallowed every single drop without spilling a bit.
Then, she looked up at me and opened her mouth.
She hadn't swallowed it all; she’d purposely left some semen resting on her lewd tongue.
Every time she rolled her tongue slightly, my thick semen would split and gather again inside her mouth.
After showing me everything with that slutty expression, she closed her eyes and mouth, swallowing the semen with the shy face of a girl waiting for her first kiss.
Gulp—
Her tongue licked her lips as if it were delicious. Yume’s squinty eyes opened slightly to meet mine before closing again.
"You cum so much, Yeon-woo."
"You said you were Mama. You should call me 'son,' not Yeon-woo."
"Uh, e-eh— ah, u-uhm, right... no, that's..."
It’s cute how she gets embarrassed when someone plays along with the role she started.
"A-anyway, that's enou—"
Yume, who was trying to end it there, panicked when she saw my dick poking her cheek.
My stamina is on a completely different level from that premature-ejaculator husband of yours.
I stood up the frozen Yume, whose eyes were glued to my still-raging dick, and pressed her against the bathroom wall.
"Mama, I want to put it in."
"No, Yeon-woo, that... the 'Mama' thing is..."
Ah, so putting it in is okay? I just can't call you Mama?
Accepting her silent consent, I pressed my dick against her wet pussy.
As if to prove the moisture wasn't just from the bathwater, Yume’s plump pussy lips parted the moment the head touched them, welcoming my dick.
"Ahut... why... why does this feel so g-hngh...!"
While Yume was in a state of confusion, I pushed my dick all the way inside.
My dick slid into a vagina that her husband probably hadn't used in over a decade, and the wet vaginal walls clung to me.
Tight—
"Ngh—"
"D-did it hurt? Should I go easier?"
Yume, you're really crushing my pride here.
When she worriedly offered to loosen her grip, I shook my head and told her to squeeze as hard as she could.
"But if I do... Hyaaaang!"
As I thrust upward with all my might, burying my dick as deep as it could go, Yume threw her head back and let out a moan.
I hugged her voluptuous body as if I were trying to break it, sucking on her ear as I whispered.
"Squeeze harder, Mama."
At the word "Mama," the messy vaginal walls clamped down on my dick.
My dick throbbed with power, rejoicing at the pressure coming from all sides. When I pulled out, she clung to me as if she’d never let go, and when I pushed in, I felt a heavy resistance as I forced her open.
"Hahut, uuung! Th-this... Yeon-woo, I love this so much..."
As I kept pounding into her, pushing her against the bathroom wall as if trying to knock it down, Yume’s face melted into a dazed expression as she hugged me tight.
With both my dick and my body tightly enveloped by Yume, the sound of wet slapping echoed through the small bathroom with every swing of my hips.
With a lewd body and a face full of maternal love, Yume accepted everything I had to give. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies.