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[Episode 70] – Elise’s Day (12)

As they were led by Elise to the bedroom, the sweet scent of flowers tickled Trisha’s nose. Why did they prepare such a thing for a family guest? Was it a basic hotel service?

‘…If someone saw us, they’d think it was our first night together.’

Trisha’s eyes widened as she looked around the room, then carefully touched the rose petals scattered on the bed. The petals were still moist and soft, as if they had just been picked.

Beside the bed were various decorations, such as a bottle filled with rose petals, as if to sprinkle more if needed, and scented candles for ambiance.

Bang, the bedroom door closed, and even though it was still broad daylight, the windows were covered with dark blackout curtains and the lights were dimmed, giving the room a strange atmosphere.

Elise crawled onto the bed covered with rose petals and took up a position. She supported her arms and crossed her legs, greeting Trisha in a rather seductive pose and gesture that she had learned somewhere.

As Trisha was still unconscious, Elise gently tapped the bed with her hand. The rose petals on the bed floated into the air and then gently landed.

“Mother, come up quickly.”

“……”

What should I do? Trisha hesitated for a moment, looking down at Elise, before crawling onto the bed. Elise, who was watching Trisha crawl up, chuckled.

‘What should I do..?’

Half impulsively, I followed Elise into the bedroom, but when I got on the bed, my hands wouldn’t move. Up until now, I’d only received what the kids did for me, and rarely touched their bodies directly.

In the first place, the children touching her and herself touching the children were two completely different stories. When she climbed onto the bed and looked at Elise, a sense of guilt that she was doing something she shouldn’t have done engulfed Trisha’s body.

‘Even so, is it okay for me to touch Elise? Even if Elise isn’t my biological daughter, even if she’s not related by blood, Elise and I are mother and daughter, right?’

But these worries only lasted for a moment. Thinking about how I had already had sex countless times before and feeling this sense of guilt and depravity, I found it absurd even to myself.

As her sense of guilt subsided a little, Trisha was unable to reach out to Elise because of another thought. In the first place, before she became possessed, Trisha was an orphan who had never received love from her parents.

That’s why I knew little about love, and I was even more ignorant of the love between women that Elise wanted for herself. Up until now, I’ve only been loved by children, but I didn’t know how to return the love I received.

‘…How should I touch it..? Before I even came here, the only chance I had to see a woman’s body was through porn on my phone… There’s no way I could know how to touch it to make it feel good..!’

Five or ten minutes passed like that, but Trisha just looked down at Elise without taking any action, so Elise let out a deep sigh. It was a sigh that was clearly intended for Trisha to hear.

“Mother, are you thinking of killing me?”

“Ah, no…”

“Or maybe you don’t really want to touch me?”

“That, that’s why…”

“I even bought these underwear for my mother… Is this kind of underwear not your mother’s style?”

If you ask me if it’s a matter of taste, honestly, it’s true that it’s beyond taste and makes me crazy excited. I just don’t have the courage to say things like “my daughter’s underwear is pretty” or “that’s lewd” to my daughter.

Elise let out another deep sigh and covered herself with the blanket as if telling her not to look at her anymore. Elise rolled up her body in the blanket like a caterpillar and glared at Trisha with her eyes wide open.

“Doesn’t Mom have anything she wants to do for me? When I see Mom, I want to grab her plump breasts with one hand, or lick her sunken collarbone with my tongue. I think about things like that.”

“Is that what you plan to do when you see me, your mother..?”

“You’re a couple now. Isn’t it natural to have such thoughts when you see your partner?”

Trisha let out a small sigh as she looked at Elise, who hadn’t said a word until the end. Knowing that she couldn’t run away or quit anyway, Trisha hesitated and finally opened her mouth as if confessing.

“…I don’t know what to do, that’s why.”

“Yes?”

“I’m embarrassed, but… I’ve rarely touched you or anything like that until now, right? So where should I touch you, what should I do…”

Elise tilted her head as if she couldn’t understand what her mother was talking about in response to Trisha’s monologue-like, confessional excuse. Why would she do something like that when it wasn’t her first time having sex?

“…? Why don’t you just touch it the same way you usually do when you masturbate? Think of it as masturbating with my own body. When I touch my mother’s body, I touch it the same way I masturbate? ”

“Okay, okay..?!”

Trisha’s face turned bright red at the word masturbation. Elise looked at Trisha, who was reacting incomprehensibly, and then made a face that said, “No way.” Why would she react like a pubescent girl?

Come to think of it, my mother was always like that. As if she had no immunity to obscenity, my mother was always sensitive to sexual things like a teenage girl. I thought it was just because of shame, but…

“You don’t know how to masturbate, do you, Mom?”

“읏…”

“……Is it true?”

Seeing Trisha’s blushing face even more when asked if she didn’t know how to masturbate, Elise couldn’t close her mouth. No matter what, how could someone her mother’s age not know how to masturbate?

As Elise, who was lying down, stared blankly up at Trisha, Trisha fiddled with her fingers and hastily added something that sounded like an excuse. After all, I have tried masturbating.

“Ah, it’s not like I’ve never done it before..? It’s not like I feel that satisfied when I touch it..? It doesn’t feel that good either… That, and…”

Trisha blushed and fiddled with the necklace Elise had given her. Then she avoided Elise’s gaze as if embarrassed and continued speaking in a very small voice.

“You, you guys touching me felt better…so…there was no particular reason to masturbate..?”

“Ha…”

Should I just let it go? Or should I endure it one more time? Elise swallowed dryly and suppressed the desire to tuck her mother into bed right now.

But just as she was about to endure the slightest hint of her mother trying to make her feel better, Elise saw her mother rubbing her thighs together.

My mother was seen rubbing her waist with her thighs pressed together as if trying to hide her soaking wet bottom while spitting out embarrassing words.

There was no hiding in the gaze that seemed to be trying to see her insides hidden under the blanket, just glancing around. How could she endure it when the person she loved was begging her to cover her up like this?

Her whole body trembled with the sound of her heart pounding, and her blood was boiling all over her body. Seeing Trisha take off her dress, Elise could no longer hold on to her senses.

As the fraying strings of reason snapped, Elise leapt up from the bed and threw Trisha down on the bed beneath her as if to pounce on her.

“Okay, sleep! Huff-!”

I laid my mother down on the bed, grabbed her roughly, and forcibly covered her lips. My mother’s small, soft tongue, which still had the aftertaste of the coffee she had drunk at the café, became increasingly thirsty the more I mixed it.

The kiss was rougher than usual and continued as if they were really devouring each other. Elise sucked Trisha’s tongue into her mouth, sucking it so hard that the root of her tongue was pulled out, and then mixed her tongues again.

Pushing in roughly, not giving even the slightest gap, their entangled tongues did not part at all. With Elise having the upper hand in both position and momentum, Trisha was busy receiving it helplessly like a baby bird as she let saliva flow out with her tongue.

“Ugh, sob..! Haa..! Haa..! Why..?”

“…? What is it..?”

“I, I told you to touch me… to make me feel good… huh..?”

“Ah…that’s it..?”

Trisha’s lips glistened in the light, and Elise wiped them away with her hand. Elise’s fingers, which felt like lips that had been sucked in and had become sensitive, seemed soft and long.

As her tongue twitched and came out of her lips in regret at the sensation of his briefly brushing her lips, Trisha shut her lips tightly in surprise as she thought about what she had done.

I thought, ‘Are you crazy?’ as he tried to lick Elise’s finger with his tongue like a dog. Trying to lick his daughter’s finger.

But contrary to her expectations, Trisha’s tongue was busy licking her lips again, regretting not having tasted Elise’s fingers. Elise looked down at her lips, which were now moist with saliva, and smiled.

“I feel good too… Is there a way to make Mom feel good too?”

She quickly took off Trisha’s panties and half-off dress, then threw them under the bed. Trisha was startled when her lower body was exposed in an instant, but before she could be startled, Elise lifted one of Trisha’s legs.

Elise lifted Trisha’s thin, white legs and placed them over her shoulders, and they began to fit their genitals tightly together. As their genitals rubbed against each other, Trisha let out a small moan.

The stimulation of their genitals rubbing against each other was still unfamiliar. The sensation of their genitals touching without licking or inserting a finger was more intense and obscene than I had imagined.

The sensation of their genitals, soaking wet with love juice, rubbing against each other felt strange no matter when they felt it. It wasn’t licking or inserting a finger, but just the feeling of their genitals rubbing against each other was insanely erotic and good.

“Whew… I’m going to do this all night anyway… Let’s do this for now…”

“ba, all night long..?”

“Did you think that was the end of it? Coming to a hotel with your lover means you’re going to have sex all night long, right?”

I was about to say, “What kind of stubbornness is that?” But as Elise moved her hips, Trisha had a hard time coming to her senses due to the excitement that was rushing from below her waist. The wet genitals rubbing against each other stimulated Trisha’s ears with a sloshing sound.

Trisha held her breath, threw her head back, and trembled in pleasure at the thrilling stimulation of their hot vaginas touching each other. Trisha put both hands on her mouth and moaned as her sensitive vagina was stimulated again after being stimulated all day.

“Ah, as expected, ugh, this is, so stimulating… ugh..!”

“Haa…Mom, move your waist too.”

With one hand holding the leg on her shoulder, Elise gently cupped Trisha’s breasts beneath her. At Elise’s command, Trisha also began to gasp and shake her hips.

As she moved her waist, her split flesh rubbed and rubbed against each other, and she twisted her body in pleasure. Every time her hot thighs rubbed and rubbed together, mixing with her rich love juices, the bedroom was filled with lewd sounds.

As I slowly rocked my hips and rubbed her clitoris, then gradually increased the speed, Trisha inhaled and exhaled without making a sound. Her black hair that was disheveled on the bed and her red eyes soaked in pleasure were terribly captivating.

“Ha, ugh..! Ugh..!”

Elise’s body heated up at Trisha’s low, nasal breath. Elise found a more stimulating position, grabbed Trisha’s buttocks, rocked them from side to side, and rubbed their touching flesh deeper.

As the sticky liquid-soaked flesh collided and rubbed against each other, Trisha’s mind grew more and more dazed. Without even realizing that the speed of her hips was increasing, she shook her hips frantically in search of a maddening sensation.

Elise kept her gaze on Trisha, who was lying beneath her, even as she moved her waist strongly. She engraved in her eyes the image of her mother moaning, unable to help the pleasure and stimulation of her genitals being rubbed.

As Elise lowered her head and kissed Trisha’s lips, wrapping her hands around her neck, which were tightly gripping the bed sheets, it was none other than Trisha who stuck her tongue out first.

Elise found it incredibly adorable to see her mother sticking her tongue out and begging for a kiss. The sight of her mother sticking her tongue out in the air and begging for a kiss was just…

If you tell your mother later, you will be embarrassed and deny it, saying that it couldn’t be true. However, when you actually have sex, it is an undeniable fact that it is none other than your mother who is begging you.

The bedroom was filled with the sounds of their vaginas rubbing against each other and the sounds of kissing. As Trisha moaned with her mouth open, I licked the roof of her mouth and the inside of her cheeks, and Trisha’s focus gradually became blurred by the pleasure.

“Ha, huh..! Huff…haa..!”

“Haa… Mom, I love you. Yes? I really do.”

“You…at a time like this…saying something like that…haa..!”

As he continued to kiss her lips, which were still wet with saliva and clutching her chest, Trisha opened her mouth and lifted her head to capture Elise’s lips. They mixed their tongues on their own, and after a while, Trisha closed her lips for a moment.

As Elise’s confession continued, the wall Trisha had built inside her heart began to crumble. The wall she had built so haphazardly to keep the children from approaching was finally torn down by Elise.

In the end, the stepmother loses to Cinderella.

Elise already knew the answer, but she asked Trisha anyway. Elise knew better than anyone where her mother’s heart was and in whose hands it lay.

“What about your mother?”

“I…sigh…”

Elise chuckled and kissed Trisha. She licked all the saliva flowing from the corner of Trisha’s mouth while rubbing her clitoris hard with her pelvis and urged Trisha to respond.

“I love you too…sob…”

Yes, I already know, Mother.

*

After spending a day at the hotel, Trisha was finally able to arrive at the mansion in the afternoon after lunch. Upon arriving at the mansion, Trisha heard from Sylvia that Catherine had arrived at the mansion and immediately headed to Catherine’s study.

Isn’t it time to tell her? How Elise makes her money, why she has this Valentine’s Day, what on earth Catherine is thinking? Isn’t it time to tell her?

“Catherine!”

Boom! Trisha opened the study door with a loud bang and entered the room without hesitation. Catherine, who was reading a document at the desk, greeted Trisha with a smile.

“Catherine… I have something to tell you.”

“…I was just about to talk to you.”

Catherine got up from her chair and sat down on the reception sofa, looking at Trisha.

“Sit down, Trisha.”