Beautiful Mother's Passion

Twice a week, Fujiwara Shunsuke would get off at Shinjuku Station and, as usual, go to the automatic locker in the West Exit underground. He'd change into jeans and a sports shirt, toss his school-branded short-sleeved shirt, black school pants, and backpack into the locker, and then quickly change into high-top sneakers.
This secret habit had been going on for a year; the locker was rented for 20,000 yen a month.
Shunsuke was a fifteen-year-old first-year high school student at the prestigious private G High School, consistently ranking among the top three in his grade—a true scholar.
Handsome and charismatic, and the son of a wealthy family, probably no one would suspect he had such a secret.
He closed the locker, tossed the key into his pocket, put on his Ray-Ban sunglasses, and hurried through the underground passage towards the east exit. His destination was a bookstore selling erotic books in Kabukicho.
There are dozens of bookstores selling pornographic books in this area, but Junsuke has a particular fondness for this one called "Griano," with its classically elegant name and the owner, a retired intellectual in his fifties. He's been coming here once or twice a week for about a year and a half. When he entered "Griano," it was still early, and there wasn't a single customer inside.
(Oh, young master, you've arrived. Today we have two more of your favorite mature, sadistic art books, depicting scenes of housewives, like movie stars, being driven to the brink of madness by young men who resemble their sons.) A satisfied smile spread across Junsuke's face as he listened to the Mozart melody that played every time he came. (Boss, do you have any more perverted ones?) The bookstore owner had always assumed this burly young man was a university student.
(Oh, I forgot, there's one about an eleven-year-old girl who's barely hairless yet, a beautiful young woman, tormented by a middle-aged couple, and loses her virginity. You're so young, yet you're so knowledgeable about this kind of thing, looking at women's private parts. The best ones are mature women in their forties, or maybe perverts who love young girls.) Junsuke's eyes were fixed on the covers of the three books he pulled out from under the counter, and he took two bills from his wallet, which always contained five 10,000 yen notes.
These three books were indeed to his liking. One was about a woman his mother's age, her hands tied behind her back, with mature, full breasts and buttocks, thick, dark pubic hair, an elegant and sexy woman lying on the ground, a boy holding a whip with his erect penis in his beautiful mouth. Another book was about a beautiful young girl with her legs spread apart, hanging upside down, her hairless vulva being played with by a middle-aged man's large, veiny hand. And there was also a middle-aged woman squatting on the ground, her mature genitals exposed.
Although lacking in elegance, the cover of a bookstore featured a woman grabbing a young girl's still-developing breasts and sucking on her pink nipples. Jun-suke watched, licking his dry lips and swallowing his saliva.
The flesh inside his underwear throbbed painfully.
(You're a regular customer; we'll put the photos we gave you inside. They'll definitely suit your taste.) The shopkeeper, his eyes squinting from the smoke, chuckled as he placed a dozen photos in a bag. (Are these photos of respectable women in bondage?) (Yes, I took them myself. The model is a lady I know, about forty years old, but with a great body. By the way, we seem to have the same tastes. Let's have a good talk sometime. Come over one night soon; my wife runs a small bar nearby. There are many sadistic customers there; you'll definitely be satisfied. Your mother must be a very sexy beauty; I really want to meet her.) The bookstore owner's eyes flashed with a lewd light that startled Jun-suke.
Every man who saw his mother, Kyoko, was drawn to her mature and elegant aura. Even his teenage classmates would stare intently at her mature body and beautiful face, their eyes filled with lewd desire as they stole glances.
On the street and on the train, there were even more blatant and intense voyeuristic gazes, fixed on Kyoko's full breasts and the Y-shaped area below her buttocks. Shunsuke felt a sadistic pleasure every time he saw this.
If my mother were the subject of a sadomasochistic magazine, lustful men would definitely buy it.
(Young master, you want to sleep with your mother, don't you? I know that. It would be best to tie her up and torture her to your heart's content before having sex with her. Although this is just my sixth sense, your mother must also be hoping for her son to humiliate and rape her. For a mother, the shameful feeling of being raped by her own son is said to produce unparalleled pleasure. This is what an old friend of mine said. I wish you success, young master.) At this moment, other guests walked in, and the conversation ended there.
After changing his clothes, he took the Keio Line express train to station C. By then, Junsuke was in a completely bewildered state, almost like a sleepwalker. The obviously cultured owner of a pornographic bookstore, who loved Mozart, perfectly described the depraved and immoral nature hidden within him.
His father, Eiko, was a manager and a rising star at a large trading company. A year ago, he had been the general manager of the Rio branch, frequently away on business trips. During this time, Junsuke began to see his beautiful, mature mother as a woman.
He couldn't understand how she, having not been intimate with her husband for over a year, could soothe the aroused desires of a mature woman.
She didn't seem to have a lover; occasionally she would go to department stores in Shinjuku or Ginza with her girlfriends, or attend concerts or movies. His mother lived the life of an upper-middle-class housewife.
On the train home, Junsuke's depraved desires were fueled, so he closed his eyes, rested his head against the window, and fantasized about his mother's beautiful, mature body.
Large, melancholic, and captivating eyes; elegant and beautiful shape; sensual lips reminiscent of vulva; a snow-white and soft neck; and beautiful, full breasts visible even when wearing a bra. Her buttocks, accentuated by a high-cut pantyhose, have an alluring curve; her thighs are slender and beautiful with a streamlined shape—every part of her is stunning. The allure of her mother, Kyoko, makes her the ideal object of her son, Shunsuke's fantasies.
Since elementary school, at the age of ten, he has considered his beautiful mother his ideal woman, but this has transformed into an uncontrollable, abnormally heightened desire since his father's trip to Rio de Janeiro a year ago.
He lewdly watches his mother's unconsciously sensual movements with burning eyes.
He sees the crotch of her panties peeking out from deep within her snow-white, full thighs when she squats down; he sees her full cleavage when she bends over; and sometimes she inadvertently emerges from the bathroom wearing only a slip and a towel wrapped around her hair.
Because she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra, her protruding nipples and the triangular black hair on her lower abdomen were clearly visible, making Jun-suke's heart almost leap out of his mouth. (Hey! Jun, don't look.) She made a sexy, shy gesture, clutching her breasts with both hands, and ran into the bedroom with a sweet, seductive moan. Jun-suke had chased his mother's sexy back with lewd eyes countless times.
On nights like these, Jun-suke would lie in bed and choose images of mature women like his mother being violated from books he had bought from the lockable bookshelf. He would fantasize about his mother's mature body on the women in the photos and masturbate.
Sometimes, he would take a pair of panties stained with his mother's vaginal secretions or pubic hair, smell them, or put them on himself, or slip them over his erect penis, enjoying the pleasure of masturbation in his fantasies.
In Shunsuke's secret drawer, secured with an electronic lock, lay a collection of obscene items—a far cry from what one would expect from a first-year high school student, especially one from a prestigious university. There were panties stained with his mother Kyoko's vaginal fluids, sanitary napkins soaked in menstrual blood, and the stolen underwear of his twelve-year-old sister, Kumi, which exuded a girlish scent, reflecting his twisted fetish for young girls—a fetish he shared with mature women. There were also several whips and ropes, an American-made gag with a belt, a nearly lifelike electric dildo, handcuffs and shackles, nude photos of mature women and girls under fifteen, and gruesome photos of torture and sadism from foreign or Japanese sources. Even middle-aged enthusiasts of this kind would be envious of his collection.
If his mother, Kyoko, saw the contents of the drawer or bookshelf, she might faint from the shock, but she never harbored such suspicions about her handsome, model student son.
What's more, he never dreamed that Junsuke would harbor such terrible and immoral thoughts about his mother and sister.
Among the underwear he collected were items stolen from other women who aroused his desire, including the underwear of his 40-year-old glamorous neighbor, Mrs. Otani; the beautiful young girl, Ayaka, a year older than his sister and attending a prestigious private school; and his mother's older sister, his 42-year-old aunt, Takako, who also possessed a beautiful and mature body and a glamorous appearance.
Blood rushed to his head, and in a state of violent erection and near-delusion, Junsuke walked out of the West Station and aimlessly headed home. When the demonic boy's eyes saw the back of a woman carrying a shopping bag from a department store ahead, a sinister glint appeared in them.
The lines of her panties were visible on the woman's buttocks, her hips swaying sensually, and the woman walking ahead in high heels was undoubtedly his neighbor, Mrs. Otani.
Recalling the exotic beauty and vibrant physique of Mrs. Otani, reminiscent of Elizabeth Taylor, Junsuke's erect, wicked penis began to throb even more intensely. This beauty was third on the list of women he wanted to rape, hidden in his notebook in his drawer.
"Damn, what a beautiful ass! Your suffering will be long and painful, you slut! Before I insert my hard, big cock, I'll torture you for at least two hours until you cry. First, I'll play with your mature cunt, whip your ass until it splits, and then I'll insert my cock into your anus. Aunt Hong Kong, when I'm tired of you, I'll play with your daughter, Ayaka, right in front of you. I'll wait to hear your moans." In the sparsely populated residential area, as if feeling uneasy under the fiery, obscene gaze, Mrs. Hong Kong turned around and, upon seeing Junsuke, a beautiful smile appeared on her face. (So it's Junsuke.) Seduced by the woman's alluring voice, the boy walked side-by-side with her. Although he tried to appear cheerful, seeing her beautiful face and her full breasts bouncing on her chest caused his engorged penis to throb with pain, and a little lustful fluid leaked out.
Mrs. Hong Kong, just like his mother, had aroused the lust of hundreds of men today—a heinous, wanton woman! One day she'll make her pay!
(Goodbye, say hello to Mom.) After parting ways with the woman at the front door, Junsuke didn't ring the doorbell, but used his own key to open the door. A strange premonition arose in Junsuke's mind. He quietly went inside, without calling out, "Mom, I'm home."
He faintly heard what sounded like sweet sobbing and rapid breathing. The boy's heart trembled; the sounds came from his parents' bedroom at the far end.
Had his father suddenly returned and had sex with his mother during the day?
A strong sense of jealousy towards his father, stemming from an Oedipus complex, arose in the boy's heart, harboring wicked thoughts towards his beautiful mother. But when his eyes peeked through the slightly ajar door, a cruel glint flashed in them. His mother, Kyoko, was displaying her dazzlingly white naked body against a life-sized mirror, simultaneously indulging in the pleasure of masturbation. Seeing his mother's naked body so close for the first time, its allure surpassed his imagination. The boy, his blood boiling with lust, felt dizzy in that instant.
Almost instinctively, Junsuke unzipped his pants, grabbed his throbbing penis, and began to vigorously masturbate.
(…Ah…that’s so good…I can’t bear it…darling…I’m going to…) Sweet moans, escaping his breath, came from his beautiful mother's mouth. Mother. The wicked ritual 2, the Asian giant cannon, probably often showed it to her father while playing with herself like this; what a wanton woman. If you really want to do that, just tell me, Mom! Between her wide-spread, snow-white legs lay a pair of pink lace panties, stained with Jun-suke's semen multiple times. His mother had used them to wipe away the vaginal fluid that had flowed from her vulva several times.
The boy barely restrained the violent urge to push open the door, rush in, tie up his mother who was enjoying masturbation, and thrust his hard penis into her wet vulva. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful scene in the bedroom. His mother, who held the first place in his desires, would be his final target of pleasure.
(…Ah, darling…you must watch closely how I…come out, I’ll twist with all my might for you!
Ah!!!! I’m about to…come out…) In front of his mother’s naked body, although a mirror perfectly reflected her allure and the secrets of her genitals, the door was not visible from her position.
Anzu murmured as if sobbing, her right fingers wriggling more forcefully, probing her open vulva beneath the wet, black pubic hair, pinching and rubbing the engorged, bean-like clitoris, violently twisting her mature, beautiful buttocks forward, backward, left, and right, boldly thrusting her finger-stimulated secret place towards the mirror.
Anzu's full, erect nipples danced wildly in the mirror, her flat, snow-white lower abdomen twisting along with them. Clear, lustful fluid dripped from the tip of the boy's purple, massive penis onto the floor, as he sighed deeply. What he saw was the perfect, masochistic state of masturbation that he had imagined.
Anzu used her left fingers to almost tear her labia apart, like a snow-white, elegant foot standing on tiptoe, achieving the effect of masochism.
(Are you satisfied with my obscenity, darling? I'm going crazy thinking about your thick, hard cock. But don't worry, I'm your wife... Ah!! It's so wonderful... I will never let any other man touch me, so I'm shamelessly playing with my own genitals all day!) Completely immersed in the sweet pleasure of masturbation, she tells her husband about her beautiful wife and mother's infatuation, while Jun-suke continues to glare at her with a fierce gaze. At this moment, her intense jealousy almost makes her want to kill her father.
Marry a sexy black woman in Rio de Janeiro, and don't come back, Dad! Mom will become mine.) When Kyoko bent down to pick up her panties, she saw a beautiful pink chrysanthemum between her snow-white buttocks. Among women her age, there are very few couples in Japan who like anal sex, so she may still be a virgin.
Anzu gazed at her mature body in the mirror with an expression of ecstasy. With an elegant posture, she picked up her panties from the floor and wiped her wet, erotic petals. This time, she raised her leg, which was pointing towards the door, high, and hugged her thigh. Standing on one leg, Anzu continued masturbating in a very sexy pose.
From the boy's position, he could clearly see his mother's erotic petals, wet and rose-colored. The boy stared at her secret cave. (Ah! That vulva is so stimulating, Mom! Although I want to put my hard thing in you right now, I'll let you off the hook for now.) He inserted his index and middle fingers deep into her secret cave, digging forcefully, while his thumb pressed and rotated on her erect clitoris.
(Ah! So beautiful! I'm going to... again. Darling. This is the fifth time today. I'm such a shameless, lewd woman. But it's all your fault. It's been over a year since we had sex. Ah... I can't take it anymore, my juices are flowing!) Kyoko's uncontrollable, lewd cries were like a hysterical outburst. Her snow-white naked body, supported by one leg, convulsed and swayed violently. Sticky juices flowed from between her white fingers, running from her legs to her feet.
Bending over in excitement, the boy couldn't see his mother's beautiful face. (Mom! Do it facing this way!) As if responding to Junsuke's silent, passionate cry, Kyoko turned her body towards the door, presenting her beautiful face, intoxicated by the lewd atmosphere, to the mirror. Because of the hot weather, countless beads of sweat glistened on her snow-white forehead, her beautiful breasts heaving with rapid breathing, her lower abdomen, her dark, lustrous mons pubis, and her thighs.
Her beautiful, snow-white fingers, smeared with pinkish-red nail polish, caressed the raised, flower-like bud. Then, as she pulled apart the dark red, sticky labia minora with both hands as if to tear them apart, the voyeuristic boy almost forgot to breathe.
His left hand frantically masturbated his penis, clear fluid appearing from the glans, the hard shaft making a rubbing sound. But his mother, Kyoko, completely absorbed in the sweet sensation of masturbation, couldn't hear it, and naturally didn't look towards the door.
At that moment, in her hand, she held a beautifully shaped dildo.
(Darling, take your time looking, I'm going to insert this thing that's replacing you... Ah! That's great... Just using my fingers isn't enough... I really want your hard, big thing... I'm such a wicked slut... If I didn't do this once a day, I'd go crazy... Ah! Good... It's all the way in!
...My uterus is starting to rub... It feels so good... It's like riding on your lap... Ah! I'm going to... again.
) Kyoko's voice was so excited as she spoke lewdly to her unseen husband in the mirror. She kept thrusting her snow-white fingers into the dildo, her snow-white naked body swaying with it, gazing at herself in the mirror with ecstasy. Junsuke felt disgust at his beautiful mother's actions, and then a cruel, wicked lust arose within him.
At the same time, he felt a similar hostile, fierce anger and jealousy towards his father, far away in Brazil.
Kyoko muttered obscene words, her sweet sobs rising and falling with each breath. Her engorged nipples, full, white breasts, and buttocks writhed more and more violently, her thighs spread wide, exposing her most mysterious flower to the depraved and sadistic gaze of her son.
A delicately crafted dildo, its veins perfectly sculpted, with testicles and black pubic hair at its base, glistened with a hideous sheen from the lustful fluids inside her mother's vagina. It made lewd sounds as it rubbed against her labia. "
Mother, you've driven me mad! This sin must be repaid with that wanton hole! Not only that, but you'll suffer the most painful punishment a mother can endure. I'll strip Kumi naked in front of you and take her virginity.
Mother and daughter have both been raped by their own son. I'll make you both experience this. Today, I'll let you enjoy it alone."
The boy murmured lewd and lustful words while vigorously stroking his mother's penis—thicker and larger than the dildo currently inside her vagina, unlike what a fifteen-year-old should have—with his left hand.
His enormous penis, honed by intense masturbation, could now ejaculate at his own will, and this demonic boy possessed an evil energy capable of ejaculating five times a day.
(Darling, forgive me! It keeps coming out… because it's the first two days of my period, my uterus is burning and itchy, I can't control myself… come back quickly, make me unable to stand, give me hot semen.) The endless lewd words and the fully mature woman's seductive writhing finally ended.
The boy's heart pounded even faster at this pleasurable moment, his eyes fixed on his mother's frantically white buttocks and the pink anus her fingers were probing.
Soon, Anzu's face was covered in sweat, her body arching upwards, and a scream escaped her lips.
The artificial penis inserted to its base into the flower cave, along with the labia and gaps that gripped it, released an unbelievable amount of nectar, flowing down her snow-white thighs.
When the whimpering, almost painful, subsided slightly, the mature woman, drained of nectar, seemed unable to stand and knelt down, her snow-white buttocks still under her son's lecherous gaze, her hands panting on the ground.
At that moment, the artificial penis slipped out with a "plop" and rolled onto the beige carpet. Her premenstrual vagina remained open, revealing the bright pink flesh inside, a sight the boy saw, while simultaneously spraying his young semen into his handkerchief.
The demonic boy cast a cold laugh at his mother's infatuation, stood up, quietly went to the bathroom, stuffed his mother's and sister's unwashed underwear into his pocket, grabbed his schoolbag, and walked out the door, ringing the doorbell as if he had just returned home.
A few minutes later, hearing his mother's barely concealed, disheveled footsteps, a cold smile appeared on the boy's face. (Here you are, who is it?) (It's me, Mom. Why did it take you so long to come out?) (Oh, it's Junsuke. I'll open the door for you right away.) Kyoko left lewd marks around her eyes, revealing a very sexy and tired look, which made the boy's penis start to get erect again. At the same time, he stared at Kyoko with a purely masculine gaze.
(You're back. Don't look at Mom like that. You want to say that Mom's face is dirty, so I feel uncomfortable and am sleeping in bed today.) (How dare you say such a thing, you lewd woman! You're so tired because you've gushed all your juices.) Kyoko's dress clearly showed that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath.
(Let Mom sleep until dinner. The snacks you want are in the refrigerator.) The mother turned around and hurriedly walked to the bedroom. The cleft of her buttocks was clearly visible through her dress, which reignited Junsuke's lust. The semen remaining in his urethra soaked his panties.
Entering the bedroom and locking the door, Kyoko hurriedly cleaned up the traces left by masturbation, wiping her panties on her still-wet vulva. (Did that child notice anything? The way he looked at me just now completely revealed male desire... What if that child forces me?) Kyoko subconsciously stroked her still-hot and writhing sensitive clitoris with her fingers.
She had noticed the fact that her and Kumi's panties or menstrual pads were missing or stained with semen six months ago. In
the last six months, Kumi, who had become a beautiful and womanly girl, had once been indulging in the pleasure of masturbation in the bathroom, and when she happened to see Kyoko, she seemed to be greatly shocked.
(That child sees me and my sister as women. If he sees me like this today, I won't have the strength to refuse him. Ah! How could I even have the thought of having a relationship with my son?) At this moment, Kyoko couldn't control her desires and began masturbating again, digging into her vulva with two fingers.
At this moment, it was as if a scene from the bathroom flashed before her eyes, where she saw her son's young, thicker penis, even more robust than her husband's, reigniting the beautiful mother's lustful desires.
(Fine, if you want it, Mom will give it to you! Anyway, Dad's enjoying himself with foreign beauties in Brazil...) Kyoko pulled the blanket over her head, forced to let out a muffled groan at the sudden surge of intense, depraved lust.
Because of her shameless, sadistic masturbation, she had ejaculated more than ten times, leaving her completely exhausted. Yet, the burning, itchy sensation in her uterus intensified, her sensitive clitoris trembling like a man's penis, dripping thick, premenstrual fluid onto her buttocks.
Her clitoris felt almost bursting, the clitoris swelling to its limit, as if about to gush forth waves of hot, lustful blood. This beautiful woman in her late thirties, unable to bear the numbing pleasure, murmured to herself. (Ah Jun, Mom has made up her mind. I'm willing to be your woman anytime. Starting tonight, I won't lock my bedroom door and will wait for you every day. Mom won't wear underwear to bed, so you can rape me. Anyway, one day you'll learn the taste of a woman from another woman. So I'll use Mom's vagina to make you a man and tell you how comfortable this feels...) Fiery breaths, even more intense movements than before, sweet nectar gushing from her vagina, and Xingzi lost consciousness as if in a coma.
[The End]

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