Ethan used all three titles. "Auntie Kasumi" was his usual address for Kasumi Takamine.
When he needed a favor from Kasumi Takamine or when she was in a submissive mood, he would occasionally call her "Mom Kasumi."
As for "Mother-in-Law"...
Although Kasumi Takamine was only joking, given Ethan's physical relationship with Ayame and Sayuri Takamine, calling her Mother-in-Law was appropriate.
Kasumi Takamine rubbed her forehead, still slightly disbelieving. She stared closely at Ethan for a long time, and only after receiving confirming glances from the Takamine sisters did she finally accept reality.
"This is truly..." Kasumi Takamine exclaimed. "It's like you've completely become a different person."
Ethan touched his face, confused. "Auntie Kasumi, have I really changed that much?"
Kasumi Takamine shook her head. "It's not your appearance. It's mainly your aura, your physique, and your spirit—they are all completely different from before."
In fact, Ethan's change in appearance was minimal, but because he had removed his black-rimmed glasses and changed his hairstyle, he looked significantly different.
His mindset was also different now. Tormented by the Cuckold Template previously, he ran from girls; now, he saw a familiar beauty and thought only of dual cultivation.
Add to that his vastly changed physique, it was understandable that Kasumi Takamine, who hadn't seen him in over half a year, didn't recognize him.
Looking at the handsome, confident young man before her, Kasumi Takamine liked what she saw more and more, and couldn't resist using her fair hand to start fondling Ethan's body.
A submissive puppy might be lovable, but a handsome young man overflowing with masculine charisma was ultimately more likely to excite a woman.
This was one of the reasons why wives were especially susceptible to being seduced by handsome, younger men.
"Not only have you grown so much, but your body is so great, such firm muscles..."
Her soft hand unconsciously slipped inside Ethan's clothes, exploring his chiseled abs. Kasumi Takamine's lips parted slightly, her eyes glazed over, and her hand slowly crept downward....
"Ahem..." Sayuri Takamine put her fist to her mouth, unnaturally. "Mom, please come in. Lunch will be ready soon."
Ayame Takamine watched her slightly flushed mother, hands behind her back, giggling silently to herself.
"Ah... fine, I'll go change my clothes first."
Kasumi Takamine quickly withdrew her hand. Feeling the lingering heat on her palm, her heart thumped hard a few times. Her full thighs clamped together, and a wet stain slowly spread beneath the cover of her white skirt.
Ethan smiled, choosing not to expose her little secret.
It looks like the original plan can be simpler. The long-deprived widow was more eager than he had anticipated.
...
During lunch, Ethan suggested they have a few drinks. Although she knew all three of her children were underage, Kasumi Takamine still agreed.
However, she was already the type of parent who was quite liberal, so it wasn't particularly strange.
At the dinner table, Ethan and the Takamine sisters exchanged constant, subtle movements. Compared to the cheerful family atmosphere above the table, the war beneath it was fiercely intense.
Two pairs of beautiful feet were caressing little Ethan, who was rigid with arousal. Occasionally, a misplaced movement would touch Kasumi Takamine's slender, beautiful legs.
When changing, Kasumi Takamine had quickly washed up. Now, aside from her underwear, she wore only a loose, lace nightgown. Her legs were fair and tender, looking nothing like those of a thirty-something widow who had raised two daughters, but rather like an onee-san in her late twenties.
Kasumi Takamine was keenly aware of the undisguised movements beneath the table, but she simply spoke with her children, her face flushed, as if she knew nothing.
Even when Ethan finally grabbed her soft, pale foot and placed it on his scorching behemoth, the beautiful widow only arched her sole, gathering her beautiful feet into a hot, delicate foot-hole, allowing little Ethan to slide in and out and rub against them.
By now, no one at the table was speaking. As three pairs of feet took turns intimately stroking little Ethan beneath the table, the Takamine sisters exchanged glances and said in unison, "We're full. We'll go upstairs to rest now."
Ethan had, of course, already briefed the Takamine sisters about conquering Kasumi Takamine.
Ayame Takamine was fully supportive. Sayuri was initially reluctant and felt awkward.
But after little Ethan's continuous five-hour assault, leaving her nearly dehydrated, she was eager to personally tie her mother to Ethan's bed just to help relieve some of the firepower.
Kasumi Takamine buried her beautiful face in her rice bowl. Only when she and Ethan were the only two left in the living room did she raise her head, fixing her lustrous, doe eyes on Ethan's handsome face.
Ethan put down his utensils, reached under the table, and captured her soft foot. "Auntie Kasumi, let's go to the room, too."
"Little Ethan has really changed so much. Not just your appearance, but your audacity has grown."
Kasumi Takamine's face was flushed, her feet twisting restlessly in Ethan's hands. "You've not only taken Ayame and Sayuri, but now you're not even sparing me, an obasan."
"Auntie Kasumi is not an obasan," Ethan said sincerely. "Just by looking at you, Auntie Kasumi, you look barely twenty."
No woman dislikes being complimented on her youth, and Kasumi Takamine was no exception. She covered her mouth, giggling. "If that's the case, you should call me Big Sister."
"Sis' Kasumi."
Ethan released her warm foot, stood up, and moved in front of Kasumi Takamine. His rigid behemoth was positioned perfectly between her soft, snow-white breasts.
"Little Ethan... you're impossible~"
Seeing the large behemoth with her own eyes and feeling the intense heat radiating from it against her chest, Kasumi Takamine clamped her thighs together, her passion fully ignited.
It's actually this huge... it must feel so good to be penetrated by something this big....
Kasumi Takamine thought, her eyes glazed over. Her pale, delicate hand slowly reached out to little Ethan, stroking him back and forth.
After enjoying the service of her hand for a while, Ethan felt it wasn't enough. Looking at her constantly parting, tempting red lips, he suggested, "Sis' Kasumi, help me suck it."
Kasumi Takamine, as a mother of two girls, naturally understood what Ethan meant.
Blushing, she extended her small tongue, licking down from the tip of his penis. After coating the behemoth in slick saliva, she opened her mouth wide, sucking the purplish-red tip while steadily going deeper.
The behemoth had only disappeared halfway before the beautiful widow began to gag.
The sensitive tip of his penis was constantly squeezed by her tight throat muscles, making Ethan gasp in pleasure.
Deep-throating was a completely new experience for Kasumi Takamine. After trying for a long time, she still couldn't take the entire behemoth, the large tip stuck at the back of her throat, nearly suffocating her.
The warm winter sun shone into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Kasumi Takamine gazed at the handsome young man before her, who seemed bathed in golden light, her heart swaying.
"Cough, cough..."
She spit out little Ethan, catching her breath, and extended an invitation to her familiar yet unfamiliar adopted son.
"Little Ethan... carry me to the bedroom...."
The moment her voice faded, Ethan bent down and lifted the tall, full-figured, beautiful widow into his arms. His rigid behemoth pressed perfectly between her plump, round buttocks.
Kasumi Takamine wrapped her smooth, pale arms around Ethan's neck, nestling in his embrace. Anticipating what would happen next, her breathing grew rapid.
Click.
As the door to the master bedroom upstairs closed, the Takamine sisters, who had been secretly watching, finally retreated and returned to their own rooms.
In the bedroom, Ethan gently placed Kasumi Takamine on the bed and promptly pressed down on her, his large hands beginning to remove the few items of clothing she wore.
Kasumi Takamine cooperated, shedding her lace nightgown and sexy underwear, and also helped strip Ethan of his clothes.
Finally, the mature, voluptuous body appeared before Ethan, completely naked.
Her skin was fair and tender, gleaming under the light, perfectly sculpted, constantly emitting the mature, seductive fragrance of a wife that made one utterly lost.
At this moment, Kasumi Takamine tilted her pretty face, flushed with passion, and opened her almond eyes, which were wet and mesmerizing.
Her nose was small and delicate, slightly flared, and her cherry lips were like tempting lychees, making one want to take a bite. Her mouth was slightly ajar, releasing soft gasps.
Her two rows of white teeth resembled delicate shells on the beach. Her two round dimples were like small ponds, rippling with captivating charm. A subtle, light fragrance wafted into Ethan's nose.