Mom in the bar

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Every item and building in Toledo exudes an air of dazzling opulence. If
the stone buildings of the Pyrenees fortresses are merely unrefined here, then this bar
is downright an eyesore.

Especially the shifty-eyed bartender sitting at the counter, who further cements the bar's "keep out"
label. Perhaps that's why there aren't many people in the bar; only a few burly
men, drunk as mush, are loudly boasting about their heroic deeds.

My mother walked to the bar, giving the lecherous bartender a disgusted look, and went to question the drunken customers one by
one .

I controlled the female protagonist to talk to each NPC in the bar, but the repeated conversations yielded only useless
information.

I frowned. Was I really going to have to ask the bartender again? But the buttons weren't responding;
that must be an NPC you can't talk to.

Another conversation, still yielding useless information, but this time, after it ended, the bartender behind the counter suddenly
walked up to the female protagonist. A new plot point triggered? My eyes lit up.

Sure enough, a new dialogue box appeared.

"Respected lady," the bartender had quietly approached my mother, "I think I just
heard you want to know about Granada?"

My mother's eyes lit up.

"Do you have any leads?" my mother asked eagerly.

The short, thin bartender chuckled, extending his hand and making a "money" gesture.

"One price, one thousand gold coins."

My mother rummaged through her purse, frowning. Although she had obtained quite a few coins from
fighting , even adding them all up, she only had a little over a hundred gold coins.

"Could you... make it cheaper?" my mother hesitated.

"You don't look like a wealthy person," the bartender's eyes darted around.

"How about this," his gaze gradually became lewd, beginning
to linger .

"I'm the owner of this bar, you can call me Marco."

"If you're willing to work here for a day, the price is negotiable."

"Option 1 – Pay."

"Option 2 – Work at the bar."

The familiar options arrived, and I felt a surge of excitement.

This is a fairly common trope in RPG eroge (adult games). When the protagonist doesn't have enough money to buy key quest items,
there are often two options: either spend a lot of time grinding monsters to earn money, or obediently offer their body. Of course,
if it's the male protagonist, it's offering their wife or girlfriend's body.

In this respect, this game goes even further. Because this story setting—Toledo City—has
no monster spawns. To enter the next map, you must obtain information about this place. In other words, if
you haven't earned enough gold in the previous map, then this cuts off the first path of grinding monsters to pay, leaving only
the second option.

It doesn't matter; if you're playing an eroge and want to see the story, that's how you choose anyway. I directly pressed enter and
selected option 2.

"I really don't have any money. So, may I ask, what kind of work do I need to do here?" my mother
asked .

"Let's talk this over, ma'am," Marco gestured for her to come this way.

The voluptuous, mature woman followed the short man into the dimly lit back room of the bar.

...

"Does she really have to dress like this?"

The mother, now in her new uniform, seemed somewhat uneasy.

The red, low-cut jumpsuit couldn't completely conceal the woman's large, full breasts; her sexy
cleavage was faintly visible, and her snow-white shoulders and back were fully exposed. Her rounded buttocks stretched the dress tightly,
almost bursting it. Black fishnet stockings covered her fleshy thighs, and her jade-like feet, encased in the stockings,
wore black high heels.

The most striking feature was undoubtedly the white bunny ears the mother was wearing.

"It's a bunny girl outfit!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up in front of the computer.

To be fair, the bunny girl outfit, representing passion, looked strangely out of place on this mature woman
. However, this only aroused my senses more. The mature woman, still charming, wearing
such created a striking contrast that made her appear exceptionally beautiful and alluring. Looking at this new illustration, my
penis, which had just ejaculated, instantly swelled again.

My mother felt a pang of regret. She had thought it was just an ordinary job, but she hadn't expected to have to
dress so shamefully. Despite her advanced age, she was forced to wear clothing that she considered only for
prostitutes .

She stretched her body with some effort; the uniform seemed a little small. Of course, it could also
be due to her mature and voluptuous figure.

"To work here, you must wear this uniform!" Looking at the bunny girl beauty before him, Marco
's eyes glazed over. Hearing his mother's question, he coughed and spoke insincerely.

"Well then, you can start working now."

"What do I need to do?" My mother was still somewhat confused.

"Start by serving the customers." Marco stepped forward and began to instruct her.

...

"Got it?" the man asked.

Mom nodded. Although she had no prior experience in the service industry, the requirements weren't too high; she just needed
to know her job duties.

"Besides that," Marco's expression turned lewd, "always remember one thing," he continued, "the customer is
king . You need to meet their demands as much as you can within your capabilities."

"But..."

"No buts!" Mom's protest was sternly interrupted. "If you
cause any trouble in my shop, you can forget about everything."

Mom gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

...

Mom carried a tray back and forth in the pub.

When she first started working, there were only a few people in the pub, but it seemed that after hearing about the beautiful
bunny girl waitress, the number of customers had increased significantly. Half a day had passed, and now the number of customers...
The bar was packed, every seat was occupied, and Mom was starting to feel overwhelmed.

At least everything seemed normal...

except for the men's burning gazes.

Almost all the customers in the bar were staring at Mom's mature, voluptuous body. She felt
her exposed skin almost melting under their lewd stares, and coupled with her clothes, a strong sense of shame
forced her to lower her head and continue working.

I checked the panel; it seemed that just by working normally in this bunny girl outfit, the heroine's arousal level
had already reached around 20.

I stared at the screen listlessly. Although the character art was indeed beautiful, this rare bar job
event couldn't just be about showing off the artwork; that would be rather boring.

The H-scene should be coming soon, right? I thought expectantly.

"What would you like?" Mom stood in front of a table of customers who had just entered, her face flushed and her head bowed.
Wearing this outfit, she couldn't look directly at the customers.

"Don't rush, let me think."

"Here's the menu." Mom handed over a crumpled piece of paper.

Suddenly, Mom stiffened as a hand touched her thigh, encased in fishnet stockings.

She looked up at the table at the customer, a middle-aged man who was staring at
her .

"Is there something you need?"

"No…nothing…" Mom managed to squeeze out the words.

Remembering Marco's demands, it seemed she had no choice but to endure it.

Sensing the mature woman's lack of resistance, the customer's hand became increasingly aggressive, gradually moving upwards
until it found its target.

The hand began rubbing Mom's labia through the stockings and panties, eliciting soft moans from her.

Seemingly finding a small opening, the customer's hand swiftly slipped inside the edge of her panties. Mom's face paled. Just as
she was about to reach out to stop him, her body convulsed violently, and her outstretched hand fell limply to her side.

The customer's half-finger had penetrated her vagina, gently probing and teasing. A surge of
desire like a gentle electric current, coursed through Mom's mature body, the soft sensation almost causing her
to succumb.

Mother gritted her teeth, struggling to resist wave after wave of pleasure.

Her face flushed, her eyes blurred, and she gasped softly, her tightly clenched
legs loosening slightly. The man's fingers began to move slowly, and Mother's body
trembled and swayed with the rhythm.

Mother's breathing became more rapid, and her already wet and sore vulva seemed to be reaching its limit.

"No...please...I have a husband..." she pleaded softly.

The rude customer seemed to have no pity whatsoever; rather, he became even more excited. He
began to finger Mother's vulva faster, while his other hand also moved, grabbing Mother's
plump, stocking-clad buttocks and caressing and playing with the sexy, smooth, married woman's buttocks, seemingly enjoying the feel of the stockings.

To suppress the rising lust from having her vagina played with, the mother's mind was almost completely clouded.
However caught off guard by a sudden attack on her buttocks, which became the final straw. An unprecedented pleasure
erupted within the beautiful woman's body.

"Oh... um... ah... ah..."

the mother moaned softly, her beautiful eyes half-open, her vagina contracting a few times, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out. The poor
mother was brought to orgasm once again; since coming into this world, she had lost count of how many times this had happened.

"Not bad." The customer finally withdrew his hand, the finger inserted into the mother's vagina covered in
clear fluid. He licked the sticky fluid off his finger and
chuckled at the mother, who was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Thank you for the treat, Miss Bunny Girl,"

the mother managed a weak smile for the customer.

"What would you like to order?"

"Then I'll have one of these..."

Having finally finished taking orders for this table, Mom, struggling to suppress her burning heat and rising lust, stepped forward,
her beautiful legs, damp with the clear, lustful fluid constantly dripping from under her skirt, towards the next table of leering customers.

[The End]

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