MILF Fantasy in Another World
Copyright© 2026 by HMaster
Chapter 15:Starters or Dinner?
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15:Starters or Dinner? - Nineteen-year-old David dies and is reincarnated into a magic world as an 18-year-old with the same name, forbidden from revealing his past. As an experienced RPG gamer, he chooses three unique skills: Adaptive Body (S), Inspect (C), and Skill Crafter (F). Reborn as David Luster, he uses Skill Crafter and designs sexually manipulative skills like Touch of Lust (F) and Lustful Thoughts (F). His plan is to corrupt his busty step-mother, Elaine, and married stepsister...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction High Fantasy Isekai Magic Spanking Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Babysitter BBW Big Breasts Body Modification ENF Slow
“Dinner’s ready ... Both of you, come.” Elaine’s voice rang from the kitchen, sweet but commanding.
“Coming,” David replied, pushing himself off the mattress. He stepped into the room, eyes flicking to Selene as she trailed behind him.
“What’s for dinner, mom?” Selene asked, her voice soft, almost bored.
“Baked beans and bread,” Elaine chimed with a smile.
A sudden gust of icy wind slithered through the room, making them all shiver.
“The sun’s already down?” Selene glanced outside, frowning. The sky was a dim, creeping gray.
“Winter’s coming,” Elaine sighed, her voice losing its warmth. “We need to cut down to one meal a day. If we don’t ration now, we won’t make it through.”
She tore a piece of bread, slathered it in beans, and leaned in close to David, holding it to his mouth.
“Here, Dav. Open up,” she spoke in a sweet tone.
David’s lips curled into a slow smile as he opened wide, taking the bite — and letting his tongue brush against her fingertips.
“Hey, now don’t eat my fingers. I know you are hungry.” Elaine spoke with a smile.
“Sorry, Sorry ... I am just too hungry.” David replied with a smile.
After dinner, David slipped outside, the cold biting against his skin. His breath curled in the air as he looked at the moons.
“Hah ... I could kill for a cigarette in this weather.” he muttered, though his mind wasn’t on nicotine.
‘Winter’s coming, alright. A warm bed, a thick blanket ... and two desperate, dripping MILF sluts pressed against me — naked, writhing, fighting over who gets my cock first. Yeah, that’s the kind of winter I want.
“I need to act. Come on, I have to think. I’m from an advanced world, a different one. What is it? What single thing can I do that will ... that will earn me lots of money? Enough so I don’t have to leave my bed all winter.” David thought, sinking into a deep contemplation as countless ideas surged through his mind.
“Oi, Mom is calling you. Don’t stay out too long. We don’t need you getting sick.”
Selene’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah ... I’m coming.” His smirk didn’t fade.
David wandered back inside and headed for the bedroom. What he walked into made his cock stir immediately.
Selene was sitting on the mattress, breastfeeding her daughter. Her heavy, swollen breasts were fully exposed — one nipple disappearing into the baby’s mouth while the other hung free, glistening with milk. A single, thick drop formed at the tip before lazily rolling down the curve of her soft flesh.
David stared, his throat dry.
‘Fuck ... those tits. Perfect, full, and begging to be sucked. Every night, I see them ... I just want to masturbate on them but I have to control myself only for a few more minutes.’ David thought as he lay down on his mattress, head propped on one arm as his eyes devoured her.
“What?” Selene glanced at him, her cheeks already a little pink.
“She’s growing fast, huh?” he murmured, not even pretending to look at the kid.
Selene gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah ... kids grow up so fast these days.”
Another drop of milk slid down, teasing him, daring him to lick it off.
“Your milk’s leaking,” David said bluntly, his voice low and rough.
Selene blinked, startled. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she grabbed her breast, thumbing her nipple. When she pulled her hand back, her fingertip glistened with warm, sweet milk.
“Oh ... no,” she mumbled, embarrassed.
David sat up slowly. “I’ll grab a bowl.”
“W-Wait...” Selene’s voice trembled.
David paused, his eyes narrowing.
She looked down, cheeks burning, her hand still cupping her breast. Her fingers squeezed involuntarily, making her nipple bead with more milk.
“W-Why don’t you ... drink it instead?” she whispered, barely audible.
David’s smirk turned wicked.
‘Oh, this bitch is hooked on my fondling and sucking for sure.’
“You sure? What about the kid?”
“S-She only drinks from one side. The other one ... goes to waste. I heard breast milk ... heals wounds. And you’re still injured, so...”
David was on her before she finished. He grabbed her breast roughly, making her gasp. Her skin was like silk, soft and warm, practically molding into his hand.
“Goddamn...” David muttered in a low voice.
He gave her nipple a sharp tug, and milk squirted onto his fingers.
“Ahh ... d-don’t waste it,” Selene whimpered, her voice cracking.
“Yeah? Then let me clean you up.”
David leaned in and latched onto her nipple, his tongue swirling around the tip before he sucked hard. The first spurt of milk hit his tongue — warm, sweet, and sinful. He groaned against her breast, his free hand sliding up her bare thigh.
“A-Ahn~” Selene’s moan broke free, raw and breathy.
Her thighs clenched together, hips shifting involuntarily. She felt it — that needy, aching heat pooling low in her stomach. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulsing with every flick of his tongue.
“Did that hurt? Remis...” David asked, voice muffled as he kissed her nipple again, his teeth grazing it this time and activating the ‘Touch of Lust.’ skill.
“N-No ... keep going,” she breathed, her head tilting back.
Her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened further under his tongue, her pussy clenching around nothing. Images of David’s thick morning wood flashed in her mind, unbidden. She remembered how it strained against his pants, how badly she wanted to see it ... to feel it.
‘Why am I thinking about his cock? Why do I want it so fucking bad?’
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