Ch.255Side Story: Desire – 2

‘Did I say too much?’

After speaking, I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should just leave. Erestica’s eyes looked unsettling as she gazed at me. It was very different from usual—extremely different.

If Erestica’s normal demeanor when making such requests was characterized by shyness, right now she seemed thoroughly marinated in desire. Her sticky gaze clung to various parts of my body.

And it tended to linger particularly on one specific area.

“W-well then, I’ll leave it to you?”

But having come this far, there was no turning back. Erestica slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her chest.

I could see her pink nipples, larger than a human’s, surrounded by circular pink areolas. The pink tips were already dripping milk drop by drop. A distorted white circle formed on the floor.

“Would you wait a moment, child?”

Erestica gently stopped me as I was about to sit on the bed as usual. I turned around, wondering what was happening.

“What is it?”

“W-would you… perhaps… before we start… take off your top? I’d really like to request that.”

“My top?”

Receiving my questioning gaze, Erestica hastily explained.

“Y-your clothes always get wet because of me… and they smell… I’m doing this because I feel bad. I have no other intentions, so please don’t misunderstand.”

Something seemed very suspicious. My already growing suspicion intensified.

She used to enjoy the milk scent emanating from me, but now she’s had a change of heart? And adding that I shouldn’t misunderstand because she has no other intentions—it all seemed off.

I considered either asking her to be honest about why she was suddenly acting this way or just leaving, but seeing how desperate Erestica looked, I quietly decided to comply.

‘I suppose it can’t be helped.’

I had half-expected this. I decided to go along with it because I’d resolved to accept whatever happened here. According to Latina, this was a situation that would inevitably occur someday.

It just came much sooner than I had predicted.

“Alright.”

I took off my top. Since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, my bare skin was immediately exposed as I removed my t-shirt. Erestica swallowed hard as she looked at me.

The amount of milk overflowing from her nipples increased significantly. Now it was no longer just dripping but flowing like a stream.

“Is this okay now?”

“I’ll take mine off too, so don’t worry. Ah, it would be unfair if only you undressed.”

“What? That’s not neces—”

Before I could say it wasn’t necessary, Erestica’s hands had already thrown off her shirt. The milk-soaked shirt made a splashing sound as it stuck to the floor.

After discarding her top, her fingers immediately moved downward. The belt came undone, and the zipper of her tight formal skirt, which clung to her hips and pelvis almost to the bursting point, slid down.

“Nngh… hah…”

Seeming to struggle, Erestica strained with effort. Her waist bent forward. Her breasts naturally hung down, creating an image reminiscent of a dairy cow.

The laws of nature pulled her breasts downward, while their elasticity pulled upward to maintain their shape, resisting those laws.

As a result, Erestica’s breasts were in the contradictory state of being both drooping and maintaining their round shape. In other words, it was a feast for my eyes.

“T-today it seems particularly difficult… I’ll try to take it off as quickly as possible…”

Erestica struggled to remove the skirt that was stuck to her hips. Her arms pressed against her breasts from both sides. Her breasts bounced up and down, displaying their violent weight.

A small white puddle had already formed at her feet. It was remarkable that the fabric didn’t tear despite her straining with draconic strength.

Or perhaps this was all an act.

“T-there we go.”

Finally, the skirt that had descended to her ankles was tossed into the corner of the room. Through her stockings, I could see a tiny black thong that covered an impossibly small area compared to her enormous buttocks.

It was so small that even Rosaria or Priscilla might find it tight, so naturally it barely qualified as underwear for Erestica. I wondered if it might snap at any moment.

“Yes. Let’s go to the bed.”

Erestica nodded in response and followed behind me.

I sat down first on the edge of the bed. Given our considerable difference in physical proportions, our usual arrangement was for me to sit with my legs spread, and Erestica would sit on the floor between them to match our heights.

With one of us on the bed and one on the floor, the fact that my hands were almost level with her chest gave an idea of how extreme our height difference was.

“…What are you doing?”

But today, her posture was somewhat different.

Instead of turning her back to me and sitting down, Erestica placed her breasts on my thighs, one on each side. Even with just her breasts resting there, I could feel their considerable weight.

“Isn’t this more comfortable? You can see and squeeze with your eyes…”

Her body subtly pressed closer. Contrary to her own words about this being more comfortable because I could see and squeeze, the breasts resting on my thighs were almost touching my sides.

The nipples were even further back. This way, far from being more comfortable, I could barely see them properly. At this point, I was certain. Her objective lay elsewhere.

Erestica was openly staring at my crotch. The already close distance grew even narrower. My crotch was about to be buried between her breasts.

If a man couldn’t read the situation at this point, he’d be an idiot.

“Lady Erestica.”

“Y-yes…? What is it, child—AAAH?!”

I lifted her by putting my hands under her armpits and laid her down on the bed. I leaned over her, placing my hands on either side of her head, looking down at her. Erestica looked up at me with surprised eyes.

But even as she did so, her face gradually filled with ecstasy. She seemed to have caught on as well. Her fingers fidgeted restlessly in front of her chest.

“C-child… why so suddenly…”

“Why don’t you just be honest?”

“Be honest? About what—”

“That you want to do it with me. No, that’s still too ambiguous. Just say outright that you want to have sex with me.”

“Huh?!”

At those words, a large amount of milk overflowed from her breasts. The milk that flowed down the sides of her breasts pooled under her armpits, while what flowed inward collected in her cleavage.

“How could I do such a thing with a child… N-no, that’s not it.”

“Your lies are completely transparent. Did you expect me not to notice after going this far?”

“…”

“I’ll ask one more time. This is your last chance, so think carefully. Do you want to do it with me?”

In truth, if I just pounced on her now, she would probably only verbally resist while her body honestly accepted it, or she might put up a token resistance before eagerly giving in. But I wanted to hear it from her own lips.

It was a kind of penalty for creating this situation.

“…Hnnnng.”

After steaming from the head for quite some time, Erestica carefully nodded.

“I do… want to… with you…”

“You should have been honest from the start.”

I lowered my head and kissed her. At first, Erestica flinched in surprise, but soon closed her eyes and accepted my lips. Her long, slender arms wrapped around my neck and back.

Our lips overlapped, heedless of the breast milk that was quickly soaking us. A tongue, completely different in size from what I’d felt before—quite long and thick—parted my lips and entered.

Then, filled with joy, it tasted and explored every corner of my mouth. Unlike others who were limited to the gums near the front teeth or canines, perhaps due to the difference in length, it truly reached every corner.

“Mmm… slurp… smack… haaah…”

Erestica tightly bound her arms around my neck and back as if she would never let me go. At the same time, she inhaled with all her might through her mouth, dedicating all her energy to savoring everything about me.

If I had been an ordinary human, I would have died either from being crushed or suffocated. Or perhaps from having my ribs crushed under Erestica’s breasts.

My cock twitched in response to the sensation of breasts of inhuman size pressing against me. As my fully erect cock poked her lower abdomen through my pants, Erestica continued the kiss with even greater ecstasy.

“Haaah…”

When even I started to find breathing difficult, our lips parted. Erestica was licking her lips, her eyes overflowing with desire.

“I… kissed… with my child… haaah…”

‘My child?’

She certainly seemed pleased, but it seemed to be for more than just the obvious reason.

“Son… my son… aah… Mommy will make you feel good…”

So that’s what it was. Erestica’s response didn’t deviate from my expectations at all, and I inwardly sighed.

Her mind seemed to have gone slightly mad with pleasure. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be viewing the current situation as mother-son incest. I’m not some depraved person with three fathers, let alone three mothers.

‘A movie theater, a library, outdoor play, and now incest?’

I was freshly dumbfounded. I dreaded to think what even more outlandish scenario she might try to surprise me with next time.

Except for Elisier, who I knew exactly what she would do, yet it still gave me chills. Elisier was the exception.

“Eresti— ugh?!”

As I tried to move, I was immediately restrained. Large hands wrapped around me and laid me down on the bed, and an even larger bottom mounted my pelvis.

Yellow, vertically slit pupils glowed dangerously as they looked down at me. Saliva dripped between her slightly parted lips.

“You mustn’t move carelessly, son. I… Mommy will do it for you… just stay still… Mommy will do everything…”

Erestica, breathing roughly with excitement—haa, haa—tore only the stockings between her legs, then ripped off the tightly stretched underwear and threw it into a corner of the room.

I could see her smooth, hairless vagina, dripping wet and dropping love juices. Her long fingers gently caressed the perfectly closed slit.

“I’ve never used it myself, but I studied from books and perfectly recreated a human female’s genitalia. T-there’s definitely a womb in here too… so enjoy Mommy’s pussy without worry, okay?”

Her vagina spread wide open. It was as if she wanted me to check whether there really was a womb inside. Love juices flowed down from the spread vagina.

Her posture changed. Supporting herself with hands on my chest, Erestica knelt on the bed and lowered her hips slightly. As soon as her fingers touched them, my pants and underwear vanished like smoke.

When the glans finally met her vagina, love juices overflowed and ran down my cock from just that contact alone.

“Will this be alright?”

“Of course it will be! It’s a mother’s duty to give her son direct sex education—”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m talking about the size difference.”

To put it bluntly, though it’s somewhat awkward to say myself, my cock was quite large.

When I placed it on Leona and Latina’s faces, the base rested at their chins while the glans reached all the way to their foreheads. That means it was almost as long as a woman’s face.

It wasn’t just those two—even Priscilla and Laura had expressed amazement while handling it, wondering how such a thing could possibly fit inside, and they weren’t just saying that to make me feel good.

But Erestica? She was a giant standing at 230cm, towering over my height, which was already quite tall by male standards.

The proportion of our height difference was like a 148cm kid trying to penetrate a 184cm tall woman. I doubted whether inserting it would even provide proper stimulation.

“Don’t worry, son.”

Erestica smiled seductively, as if my concern was unnecessary, and lowered her hips slightly more. The tip of the glans began to gradually penetrate her vagina.

“I’ve already adjusted my pussy to fit you perfectly. Both my vagina and womb are custom-made exclusively for you, son.”

My cock twitched and leaked pre-cum at those words. Erestica licked her lips, feeling that reaction through our point of connection.

“My son… your cock looks so troubled… Let Mommy comfort you… come into Mommy’s custom pussy and calm down…?”

Her hips lowered further. With a squelching sound, my cock pushed into her vagina.

True to her words about making it custom for me, her vagina was extremely tight yet accepted my cock smoothly thanks to the overflowing love juices. The vaginal walls squeezed like a living creature.

“Haaaah!”

As soon as their pelvises met, Erestica arched her back sharply and climaxed. Ejaculate sprayed out, and her breasts bounced dramatically. Milk also erupted like a fountain from their tips.

“Aah… I really did it… with my son… when did you grow up to be so manly…”

She was completely out of her mind. I thrust my hips upward toward her womb, which was beginning to accept my glans, as if to tell her to shut up.

As if it had been designed for this, her cervix opened with surprising ease, accepting my cock into a place it shouldn’t normally go. The Chairwoman’s body trembled.

“Huk?! S-son?! Mommy should be the one moving…”

“Then why aren’t you moving already?”

“Mmm, yes. I should move. I need to make my strapping son feel good with Mommy’s custom pussy…”

Erestica’s hips began to move. The movement was more front-to-back than up-and-down. Yet she didn’t completely forget to stimulate me vertically, slightly raising and lowering her hips.

—Splash! Splash!

Unable to contain her own excitement, the speed of her hip movements gradually increased. Her moans also intensified, and the speed and force of her bouncing breasts naturally increased as well.

‘…My God.’

And there I was, with my hands on Erestica’s pelvis, looking up at that shocking sight from below.

The breasts before my eyes were arguably the largest I had ever seen. They were clearly larger now than when I first saw them seven years ago.

I was watching breasts of that size moving violently and spraying milk from directly underneath. It was enough to overwhelm me with awe before any sexual desire could even form.

But, paradoxically, what allowed me to maintain my sanity even in this situation was also that bundle of maternal love.

“Aaaah…! Good… son’s cock feels so good…! Does it feel good for you too…? Do you like the pussy Mommy made just for you…?”

That maternal love, where she referred to herself as “Mommy” and me as her “son.”

Erestica placed her hands on my chest and slammed her hips down. All the while, she never forgot to emphasize that her pussy was exclusively for her son—me.

If not for those words, I would have lost half my reason and grabbed the enormous breasts bouncing before my eyes. And I would have mindlessly indulged in the sensation of the pussy she claimed was made just for me.

That should have been the case, and despite my cock receiving stimulation, my mind was actually becoming calmer.

This made sense because while Erestica might be excited by those words, from my perspective, the word “mother” only made me think of my mother on Earth and my mother in this world.

I was far from being someone who knew how to be filial to my mother, so this was natural.

“Lady Erestica, just—oof!”

“Yes. Are you thirsty, my son? Drink plenty. Drink plenty and love Mommy’s pussy lots, okay? You need to thrust deep into the custom pussy Mommy made just for you and feel really good, okay?”

I tried to say something, but Erestica leaned forward and put her nipple in my mouth. The milk that was still leaking filled my mouth.

My nostrils were filled with the sweet smell of milk. With the enormous amount filling my mouth and threatening to overflow on both sides, I had no choice but to swallow.

“That’s right, that’s right… My son, you’re doing well… Yes, drink as much as you want… Mommy will make plenty of milk for her son…”

Seeing me gulping down her milk, Erestica became even more excited and moved her hips. Her vagina squeezed my cock tightly. It was my limit.

Reflexively, I bit down to try to suppress the pleasure, accidentally biting Erestica’s nipple. I ejaculated as I felt her vagina convulsing.

“Haaah… semen… my son’s semen is pouring into my womb… my womb is getting full and I’m getting pregnant with my son’s semen even though I’m his mother…”

Erestica’s face as she looked down at me was ecstasy itself. Though I wasn’t feeling the same, having to swallow the milk flowing into my mouth while hearing her call me her son.

‘This can’t continue.’

Pleasure be damned, my mind was about to twist. I grabbed her pelvis, which was still immersed in the afterglow of vaginal ejaculation, and thrust my hips up forcefully.

“Hngh?!”

My glans penetrated her cervix and pushed against the upper wall of her womb. As Erestica stuck out her tongue and was about to collapse, I flipped our positions again. Me on top, Erestica below.

The roles reversed once more. I lifted her waist, placing her knees on my shoulders. It was the mating press position, though somewhat awkward due to our height difference.

“Lady Erestica.”

“…”

There was no response. She just twitched, her tongue half out, still leaking milk.

‘Do I really have to go this far?’

I inwardly sighed, then gritted my teeth. I needed to push through now and make it clear, and I could ignore it later if she didn’t listen. It was a choice between enduring a moment of cognitive dissonance or suffering throughout our entire coupling.

“Mom.”

“—!!!!!!”

Her vertical pupils, which had been steeped in pleasure, widened instantly. Erestica’s body trembled as if struck by lightning. Her vagina, which had perfectly matched my cock, suddenly tightened frantically.

Love juices flowed out between our connection point as if from an open faucet.

“S-son… c-child… what… w-what did you just say…?”

“I’m asking, just in case—do you want to get pregnant by your son?”

“U-hik?!”

Shudder—Erestica climaxed again just from hearing those words. The bed, which had been soaked with milk, now became soaked with her love juices. Mixed with the continuously flowing milk, they thoroughly drenched the sheets.

“I’m asking if you want to get pregnant by your son. Aren’t you going to answer?”

“I… I want to… I want to…! Mommy’s womb… make me pregnant with your cock…!”

Her voice, which at first trembled with ecstasy, became more like pleading toward the end. I pushed my hips further. The tip of my glans rubbed against the soft upper wall of her womb. It was the physical limit of how deep I could insert my cock.

To go any deeper would require puncturing the uterine wall.

“No. That’s wrong.”

“Haaah… d-did I get it wrong… son…? What did Mommy get wrong…?”

“You shouldn’t say ‘Mommy,’ you should say ‘female.’ What kind of mother feels this way from her son’s cock and begs her son to impregnate her?”

“Son… won’t you thrust your cock deep into Mommy’s custom pussy and make me pregnant…? Won’t you make Mommy a mother with your semen…?”

“If you don’t like it, I’ll pull out now.”

I tried to pull my hips back. Alarmed, her womb tightly gripped my glans. Literally—her womb contracted fully to hold onto my glans.

“No! Don’t pull out your cock…! Mommy was wrong, son… I’ll be your female… not Mommy but your female… so please don’t pull out and thrust mercilessly to impregnate me…?”

Erestica pleaded with a face that looked like she might cry at any moment. I had finally achieved my goal. Now it was time to abandon the inappropriate title and son role-playing.

“Well done, Erestica.”

“Hogooooh?!”

I thrust my hips deeply. My cock met her uterine wall and pushed it upward. Erestica rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her breasts bounced again, spraying milk.

Of course, I had no real intention of impregnating her despite my words. Honestly, I didn’t think I could handle the aftermath.

I needed to give her greater pleasure to erase the thought of pregnancy from Erestica’s mind. I supported my body with magic and firmly grasped both of her horns.

“—!!!!!!”

Her eyes rolled back immediately as I grabbed her weak point, which was extremely sensitive even normally. She seemed unable to even moan, only making choking sounds.

I pulled her horns hard enough to bend her neck forward while thrusting my cock in. Erestica couldn’t even think of resisting, just choking with her eyes rolled back.

Even so, her thighs wrapped tightly around my waist showed no sign of letting go. I had no intention of pulling out anyway.

I slightly withdrew my deeply inserted cock, then thrust it forcefully. The love juices overflowing from our connection point made splashing sounds. Not just her vagina but even her womb contracted to perfectly match the shape of my glans, stimulating my entire cock.

There was no way I could hold out long against such stimulation. I released her horns, grabbed her breasts, and simultaneously released my second load deep inside her.

“Higyuuuuuk?!”

With her horns released, Erestica seemed to gain some freedom and twisted her body with her tongue sticking out. Milk poured like a waterfall between my fingers as I squeezed her breasts.

After tightly squeezing my thighs for quite some time, Erestica finally relaxed as my ejaculation subsided. Her limp body panted for breath. I moved back. Her waist, which had been half-lifted, returned to the bed.

I looked at the milk on my hands, then licked it slightly. It was still sweet.

“F-female… I’m a female pussy… female… hueeeh…”

Erestica lay on the bed, muttering “female” repeatedly as I had instructed her. Fortunately, the word “mother” didn’t slip out, which would have completely turned me off.

“Hngh?!”

I flipped her massive body over and pulled her slightly. Her buttocks, which looked ready to burst, were raised up. Her knees supported those buttocks.

I grabbed the firm flesh and spread it wide, bringing my once again twitching cock forward. Her cute anus twitched above.

As soon as my cock withdrew, my glans penetrated her firmly closed pussy again. Since both Erestica and I seemed unsatisfied, this was just the beginning.