Chapter 37: 19: Just Before the Wedding, I Got One Off in My Mother-in-Law’s Mouth Pussy
The day of the Ceremony of Light.
Adelia had not slept a wink since last night.
Today was the day Ian and Isabelle would hold their wedding ceremony once again.
"Aah! I’m so nervous!"
"Anyone would think you were the one getting married, Adelia."
"Ian!"
Adelia was startled by the sight of Ian dressed for the wedding.
His splendid suit and cloak, combined with Ian’s distinctive dignity, made him look like a nobleman.
"Adelia, how do I look?"
"It suits you incredibly well!"
Beaming brightly, Adelia showered Ian with praise.
She was proud that such a man was her son-in-law.
I’m almost jealous of Isabelle. Huh?
The instant she realized she had been jealous of her own daughter, Adelia hurriedly shook her head.
Idiot, what am I thinking while looking at my son-in-law?!
Adelia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but Ian only threw her into further confusion.
"Adelia, are you feeling unwell?"
"I’m a little tired because I didn’t sleep well."
"Hmm, you don’t seem to have a fever."
"Eeeek—!!!"
When Ian placed the back of his hand against her forehead, Adelia’s face flushed scarlet.
"I-Ian, you can’t do that to a woman!"
"What’s the problem? You’re my mother-in-law, Adelia."
"Th-that may be true, but you mustn’t do that to just any woman!"
"I don’t do it to just any woman. Do I look like a Casanova to you, Adelia?"
Adelia felt an urge to nod at Ian’s answer, but barely restrained herself.
If she nodded, it would practically be admitting that her heart had raced for her son-in-law.
Ugh... What is wrong with me?
Ever since that day, Adelia had seen Ian as a man, and her feelings were in turmoil.
Whether or not he knew how she felt, Ian made a secret request of her.
"Um, Adelia, there’s something I’d like to ask. Would that be okay?"
"Hm? What is it?"
"I’ve had something built up lately."
"Built up?"
Adelia jumped at Ian’s words.
There was only one thing he could mean by that.
"If it’s all right, could I ask you now?"
"H-here?"
"Yes. I think it might interfere with the wedding."
When Ian pointed down at his crotch, Adelia had no choice but to quickly agree.
His erect cock looked ready to burst through his trousers.
"I’m sorry. I wanted to hold it in too, but Isabelle is so beautiful that I couldn’t endure it."
"Th-then I suppose it can’t be helped."
Adelia sympathized with Ian.
Isabelle truly was that beautiful.
Ian seemed impressive to her for having endured this long without spending their first night together.
Of course, Ian had already spent his first night with Isabelle, but he did not feel any need to tell Adelia that.
"But is it really all right to do it here? The nuns shouldn’t see..."
"It’s fine. The nuns do not come to the groom’s waiting room."
"I-I see."
Persuaded by Ian, Adelia swallowed hard.
"All right. I’ll get you off."
"Thank you, Adelia."
"Just this once. There won’t be a next time. Understood?"
"Of course. From next time on, I’ll ask Isabelle."
At the thought of leaving it to Isabelle, Adelia felt strangely uncomfortable.
She could not explain it in words, but it felt as though her daughter were taking her job away from her, and it made her feel slighted.
It’s huge.
Adelia’s eyes trembled at the sight of his enormous cock.
She had seen it before, but it was a size she could not get used to.
"This time, I’d like you to use your mouth."
"Mmh, my mouth?"
"Yes. We can’t get any on my clothes."
Following Ian’s instruction, Adelia had no choice but to kneel before him and inhale the scent of his cock.
Is it just my imagination? It smells better than before.
As Adelia breathed in the scent of Ian’s cock, she slowly took it into her mouth.
Then she tightened her lips around his cock and bobbed her head up and down.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Ooh!"
Seeing Ian’s delight restored Adelia’s confidence, and she sucked his cock eagerly.
"Did you suck your husband’s cock like this too?"
"Slurp, asking that again?"
At Ian’s rude question, Adelia shot him a sharp glare.
At her reaction, Ian smiled sheepishly and began making excuses.
"Neither Isabelle nor I have any experience, so I asked for reference. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable."
"If that’s why, you should have said so first."
"I’m sorry. So, did you?"
"I-I didn’t. You’re my first."
"Really? That’s strange."
"What’s strange about it?"
"It feels better than when you used your hand before. You look as if you had practiced fellatio or something."
Flinch!
Ian’s words made Adelia break out in a cold sweat.
Because it was true. Feeling inferior after his lukewarm reaction when she had used her hand on him before, she had repeatedly practiced in secret.
D-did Ian see me practicing fellatio on a cucumber?
Adelia had no experience with fellatio, but she had overheard village housewives discussing sex tips several times.
She had practiced fellatio based on what she had heard, and Ian had noticed.
"Adelia, did you perhaps practice for my sake?"
Unable to answer Ian’s smug question out of embarrassment, Adelia sucked his cock instead.
The sound of her sucking cock echoed through the room.
Sluurp, sluurp, shluuuurp!
"A-Adelia? Ngh!"
As she sucked his cock harder than before, Ian’s legs jerked.
It was proof that Adelia’s efforts had not been in vain.
"Ngh! If you suck that hard—!"
Feeling as if he were about to come, Ian reflexively grabbed Adelia’s breasts.
This will leave handprints on my breasts...
Adelia sucked his cock so hard that her cheeks hollowed out.
Before long, she felt his cock twitching.
Realizing he was about to come, Adelia prepared to receive his semen in her mouth.
It can’t get on his clothes.
Making that excuse to herself, she felt the semen flow into her mouth.
Spurt! Spurrrt!
It’s thicker than before.
Like someone addicted to the smell of semen, Adelia shuddered at the rich scent of the semen filling her mouth.
"Adelia, swallow all of it."
Ian ordered the dazed Adelia to consume his semen.
Adelia’s long eyelashes fluttered, then her eyelids lowered and her lips closed.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Her Adam’s apple moved up and down, until at last it stopped.
Adelia opened her mouth again, and there was no semen left inside it.
At that sight, Ian stroked Adelia’s hair and praised her.
"Good job. I’m sure it has beneficial effects on the body."
"Mmh♥"
She should certainly have gotten angry at being treated this way by her son-in-law, but Adelia could not get angry.
Because his touch felt good.
It must be the smell of semen.
Making excuses to herself, Adelia savored the touch of the son-in-law who would soon be getting married.
. . .
Once I had finished preparing for the wedding, a nun clung to me.
"Brother~"
Golden hair as radiant as the sun and blue eyes that brought the open sky to mind.
Beauty as perfect as a painting.
A bright smile that seemed to explain why she was a candidate for sainthood.
It was Reina, my cock pussy.
"Tell me how you feel. How was it, using your mother-in-law’s mouth pussy to get one off before the wedding?"
"It felt incredibly good."
At my answer, Reina gave me a lewd smile.
"Even from what I saw, your mother-in-law’s mouth-pussy skills were amazing."
"What, you were watching?"
"Of course. When else would I get to see a scene like that?"
"You’ll get to see it plenty from now on."
"Hehe, I’ll look forward to it."
At my answer, Reina suddenly looked down at my crotch, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
Then she formed a circle with her thumb and index finger before her mouth and asked me a question.
"Brother, you seem unsatisfied. Shall I get you off with my mouth too?"
"How long until the wedding?"
"About a quarter-hour."
"Time is tight. Can you manage it?"
"Of course♥"
Reina wore a confident expression before kneeling in front of me.
"Tell me whose fellatio feels better—mine or your mother-in-law’s."
"That’s quite a difficult request."
"You can do it."
As she said that, Reina kissed my cock and swallowed it.
Unlike Adelia, she used even her throat pussy to pleasure my cock.
"I can say for certain that Reina’s mouth pussy feels better."
My answer seemed to please Reina, and she bobbed her head even more vigorously.
And so, until the wedding began, I enjoyed Reina’s mouth pussy.
. . .
"Sis, how do I look?"
At Isabelle’s question, Isolde replied in a soulless voice.
"You look fine."
"Really? What a relief."
Even that answer reassured her younger sister, and the sight irritated Isolde.
So annoying.
Everything Isabelle did rubbed Isolde the wrong way.
The reason was simple.
Her useless younger sister had put on a wedding dress before her older sister ever could.
She did not care much that Isabelle’s husband was a strange man named Ian, but the wedding dress was another matter.
I need to marry John soon too.
Isolde had dreamed of a grand wedding with John, the village chief’s son.
A wedding that would surely go down in village history, between the village’s finest man and finest woman.
But Isabelle had shattered her dream to pieces.
Thanks to Ian’s ties with the church, Isabelle would have a grand wedding beyond anything a country woman could imagine.
She was even holding it during the Ceremony of Light.
Ordinarily, weddings were prohibited during the Church of the Sun’s four major festivals, but Ian and Isabelle’s wedding had been granted an exception, allowing Isabelle to be wed amid the blessings of countless people.
To Isolde, that fact was so enviable it made her stomach ache.
Why does someone as useless as you get treated like this?
Unable to endure it any longer, Isolde secretly left the bride’s waiting room without Isabelle noticing.
It was the only way she could throw a tantrum right now.
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