Playing With Olivia

The posture was a bit awkward as they were sitting and hugging each other. She could clearly feel her son-in-law's hard cock pressing against her leg through the cloth. It was so hard and hot that Olivia's breathing stopped.

Her mind couldn't help but recall the peeping scene that night, the scene of the Ryan releasing himself on Lily like a ferocious beast. Just imagining that feeling made her heart beat faster uncontrollably.

And Ryan was hugging her especially tightly now, her full papaya-sized breasts were pressed against his chest through her bra. She felt a little suffocated, and it seemed that her nipples were rubbing against his body, and she trembled as if she was electrocuted.

Son-in-law, he is thin but very strong... Olivia thought in a daze.

Ryan was also feeling extremely good at this time. This time he could clearly feel his mother-in-law's huge breasts. They were so soft and big that he wanted to hold them in his hands and play with them right away.

Having fed his wife and sisters-in-law with big breasts, it's not too much for the son-in-law, as a half-son, to eat one…

"Son-in-law, don't get excited. Mom can't breathe."

Olivia struggled instinctively, her face flushed and she was too embarrassed to say anything.

The main thing is that Ryan just hugged her and didn't do any other excessive actions. Although his penis was already hard, Olivia didn't blame him. Instead, she was secretly happy that she must be very charming to be like this.

It stands to reason that this is a bit too intimate, but Olivia doesn't care. She thinks it's nothing as she thinks her son-in-law has been so nice to her these days.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I got a little excited."

Ryan let her go at the right time, watching Olivia panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down, her face flushed with a rosy glow. The sight of the mature and alluring woman left him unconsciously swallowing hard.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mom doesn't blame you."

Olivia smiled warmly, with a hint of indulgence, and said, "You're such a good kid. Mom understands your heart. Even my own daughters aren't as thoughtful as you."

That line about "I'll take Dad's place in looking after you all" felt strange—like Ryan was suggesting her husband, Arthur, was dead, and even carried a subtle undertone of something more.

After a moment of hesitation, Olivia said cautiously, "But what about Lily? How are you going to explain this to her?"

After all, Lily was a salary woman, very frugal and rarely splurged on anything. It would seem a bit improper for Ryan, as her husband, to not spend on his wife but instead give money to his mother-in-law to play cards.

To be fair, Olivia had always been unreasonable and sharp-tongued in the past. Who would have thought that after being "transformed," she'd become so reasonable? Money truly has a miraculous power to make people undergo a complete transformation.

"I'm spending the money to show respect for her mother, not on some mistress outside. Besides, what mistress could possibly be as beautiful as you, Mom?"

Ryan now had a knack for flattering words. After a quick compliment, he added with a teasing smile, "But Lily really can be stingy and naggy. Are you worried she'll nag about this?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about!"

This completely hit the mark with Olivia. She had been domineering and strong-willed her whole life. Although her daughters would argue with her, the outcome was always her victory.

But this time, she truly had no confidence to argue. With her personality, the idea of having to concede to her daughters was unbearable, worse than death.

"Mom, I understand now."

Ryan grabbed her hand again and started caressing it, teasing, "Then let's not let Lily know. Let this be our little secret, okay?"

This time, Olivia didn't pull away. She allowed her son-in-law to continue holding her hand, feeling a slight warmth in her heart and an inexplicable sense of comfort.

After some thought, she hesitated and nagged a little more, "Keep it from her? But you two are husband and wife. What if she finds out and starts a fight? Then wouldn't that make me the bad guy?"

A mother-in-law could be both difficult and pretentious—wanting the money but still cloaking it all in respectable excuses. Women truly are creatures of vanity and pretense.

By getting closer to her and winning her trust, Ryan wasn't just teasing or trying to pry into lewd secrets. During their two-hour conversation, at least half the time was spent on him carefully studying Olivia's personality.

Having thoroughly grasped her character and with the favorability meter as a reference, Ryan was able to perfectly balance his teasing and boldness, keeping everything within boundaries she could accept.

Ryan immediately smirked mischievously, his expression full of playful mischief: "Don't worry, Mom. If she finds out, I won't rat you out."

"I'll just tell Lily that I spent the money on a mistress. I'll say the mistress is stunningly beautiful, with an amazing figure, and totally worth it. I'll assure her that every penny was well spent and not a waste."

"Oh, stop it, you! What mistress!"

Olivia was so amused that she burst out laughing, her body shaking with the force of her laughter. Her chest moved up and down in a lively rhythm, the jiggle of her ample curves utterly mesmerizing.

This time, Ryan didn't try to sneak glances. Standing right in front of her, he openly and unabashedly watched the delightful motion. His only regret was that he hadn't picked out a low-cut dress for her earlier—he couldn't even see her cleavage.

His unrestrained gaze felt almost tangible, like an invisible hand reaching out to touch.

Olivia's cheeks flushed, though she didn't seem angry. As she sat down to put on her shoes, she remarked with a laugh, "Cheeky son-in-law, you're really pushing your luck with these jokes to your mom."

Naturally, Ryan shamelessly replied, "Mom, it's good for a family to have fun and laugh together. Otherwise, wouldn't the house feel lifeless and dull?"

"That's True. Sigh! Your elder sister is just so unreliable. She promised to contribute 500 dollars for her little sister's living expenses this time. But when I called her, she said she forgot. She just paid off her car loan and insurance and said she'll send it over in a few days," Olivia said, getting angrier as she spoke.

"She's such a lazy slob, can't hold down a job for long. Honestly, she and Liam, that useless husband of hers, really are a perfect match," she huffed.

"Mom, don't get worked up. Win big, okay?" Ryan said reassuringly.

After Olivia left, Ryan went straight upstairs. His sister-in-law, Vera, had her door tightly shut, as usual. She often stayed in her room when at home, avoiding her mom and sister's nagging.

The door creaked open, and Vera, lying on her bed in a daze, turned around in alarm. Upon seeing Ryan enter, she pouted, let out a little "hmph," and turned her head away again.

She was wearing a short, casual nightgown that reached her knees, but it couldn't hide her fair calves and delicate feet. Her hair fluttered slightly in the breeze from the fan, creating an air of pure, serene beauty. Even from the side, her face looked exceptionally refined and pretty.

Her figure is particularly prominent when she lies down. Although she is petite, she is not devilishly sexy. However, her waist is particularly slender. When she lies down on the bed, her chest is squeezed and her outline is faintly visible.

The curve of the buttocks is particularly obvious. It is not the fullness and plumpness of a mature one, but the firmness and roundness of a developing peach, and the slightly upturned shape is particularly beautiful, just like a heart-shaped peach.

"Wait a second!"

Vera suddenly snapped back to her senses, turned her head, and asked, "Hey, sneaky brother-in-law, I clearly locked the door. How did you get in?"

After the last incident, Vera had changed the spot where she hid her spare key. This was her subtle way of expressing dissatisfaction and setting boundaries.

She had a habit of locking her door whether she was home or not, a small rebellious act during her adolescence. It often got her scolded, but she stubbornly refused to change, a rare show of defiance from the otherwise quiet girl.

"As the family's resident pervert, and someone frequently called a lecher by a certain someone, having a key to my little sister-in-law's room isn't all that surprising, is it?"

Ryan chuckled, plopping himself down on her small bed. He grinned as he looked at Vera, who, with her pure and adorable demeanor, seemed like she had stepped out of a manga.

Still only wearing her underwear, Vera flushed red with embarrassment and huffed in irritation, "You're such a nasty pervert, brother-in-law! Give me my key back!"

"Don't even think about it. This is my reward to myself," Ryan replied cheekily.

He leaned in closer to her. Vera instinctively moved back, pouting as she said, "Stupid brother-in-law, don't go too far! Who barges in wearing just their underwear?"

"Actually, your brother-in-law is far worse than you think!" Ryan sighed dramatically, suddenly grabbing her hand with a mischievous grin. "Baby, don't get the wrong idea. Your brother-in-law is no good guy, you know."

Having just teased his mother-in-law, he was now teasing his sister-in-law. Life felt undeniably lively and satisfying.

Vera's face turned beet red as she struggled earnestly to free herself. She tried with all her might, but Ryan's grip was like a steel vise—impossible for her to break free from.

Just as Ryan was feeling smug, Vera suddenly darted forward, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on his hand. Ryan yelped in pain and reflexively let go. Looking down, he saw fresh teeth marks imprinted on his arm.