Biological mother and stepmother

Standing before the large Rococo-style mirror, Noriko gently caressed her budding breasts. Even the touch sent a slight pleasure through her; her body, still warm from the shower, shimmered with a moist sheen. Her peach-like breasts were perky, and she could feel the blood gradually filling her as her hands touched them, her body already anticipating her arrival.

Noriko felt a pleasant tingling sensation in her body after her husband had awakened it.

"That child is already obsessed with this body. But I absolutely cannot say that what's making him obsessed isn't me, but the body?"

Thinking of Satoshi, who was anxiously waiting next door, she felt a pang of sympathy. At the same time, Noriko knew that their mother-son relationship had reached an uncontrollable point, and it was time to stop it.

"But now my body has become accustomed to that child's desperate caresses..." At this moment, Noriko couldn't help but masturbate.

At that moment, Soichi's face appeared through the slightly ajar door. Noriko turned her body towards the doorway, as if deliberately showing him her sexy body. Soichi's eyes burned as he stared at Noriko's entire body as she entered the bedroom.

Surprisingly, Soichi, like Noriko, was completely naked, his fully erect penis overflowing with sticky fluid...

Soichi walked over and gently pushed Noriko onto the bed: "Mom, spread your legs, I want to see that clearly."

"You've seen it every time..."

"But I never get tired of seeing it, spread them now!"

Noriko gently leaned back, feeling her cheeks begin to burn. Soichi stared at his mother's parted thighs, then something strange, because a slight heat was emanating from them. Soichi brought his face close to Noriko's thighs and took a deep breath.

“Ah…this is Mom’s taste…”

Soichi desperately wanted to pinpoint the source of the taste with his tongue, but he barely managed to restrain himself, as Noriko’s fingers, stroking his vulva, became even more intense.

“Ah…Sou…” Her clitoris, pinched between her index and middle fingers, was swollen to its maximum limit, looking as if it were about to explode.

“Mom, does it feel good?” The other three fingers seemed to indicate the arrival of pleasure, perking up.

Her mouth made a “slurp” sound like a cat licking milk, her fully engorged labia moistened by overflowing nectar, and her slender, snow-white fingers moved even more vigorously, filling Noriko’s slender, toned body with tension.

“Mommy, you can’t come yet, you have to keep going.”

“Ah…that would be too painful…Mommy wants to come…just let me come like this…”

“No, absolutely not!!”

The little emperor watched his stepmother writhe in pleasure, experiencing a sadistic pleasure. At the same time, Noriko fantasized about her own satisfaction soon, also experiencing a sadistic pleasure from Soichi’s request.

In short, their conversation was just foreplay.

“Poor Mommy…I’ll lick you.”

“Please…”

Noriko’s hand left her private parts, and the tension in her body suddenly dissipated. Soichi pressed his lips against her labia, which emitted a strong scent, and slowly moved his tongue.

A gentle sensation enveloped Noriko like waves, completely different from the pleasure she received with her own hands, but her mood remained very stable. Relaxing completely, Noriko immersed herself in waves of pleasure; this was a moment of pure bliss. A comfortable moan escaped from Noriko's half-open, beautiful red lips; from this moment on, long-lasting pleasure would begin. Completely submerged in the waves of pleasure, Noriko recalled that hot summer night from the past… Noriko

and

Satoshi's father, Hisashi Kayama, married five years ago. At that time, his ex-wife had passed away two years prior, and his only son, Satoshi, was entering middle school—a period fraught with problems. Hisashi ran a staffing agency, and business was thriving, perfectly aligned with the needs of the times. Therefore, he had little time to care for Satoshi, and he told Satoshi he intended to remarry.

“If it’s that person, I’ll say yes.” The person Soichi proposed was Kiyoka Noriko, who worked at Hisashi’s company.

A talented woman who graduated from J University, she was exactly the person Hisashi wanted to marry, so the discussion went smoothly. Three months later, Noriko became the mistress of the Kayama family, Soichi’s stepmother. In

the first year of their marriage, Hisashi died suddenly while on a business trip to Spain, and Noriko inherited the company, which was even larger than when Hisashi had run it. Soichi’s grades suddenly deteriorated starting in his second year of high school, and Noriko became his tutor after work.

One summer, Noriko came home earlier than usual and saw Soichi lying on the bed, rubbing his erect penis, with her favorite panties wrapped around it. Noriko then took an unexpected action, something difficult to understand; as if drawn to him, she walked to his side and began rubbing his penis as if to help.

“Mommy…” His voice was like a child whining to his mother.

White fluid spurted from the tip of his tightly clenched penis, in less than a minute. Seeing the semen arc across the wall, Noriko felt a slight dizziness, clearly feeling a hot, itchy sensation in her groin…

Noriko felt embarrassed by her body’s unexpected reaction. “It will affect your studies, don’t do this again,” Noriko said with a mother’s heart, cleaning up Satoichi’s shrunken member.

But once Satoichi’s lust was ignited, he couldn’t control himself. Completely obsessed with lust, Satoichi came to Noriko’s room the next night, demanding she do the same thing as the night before.

“If Mommy won’t do it for me, I’ll do it myself!” Satoichi yelled at the hesitant Noriko, grabbing his hard, erect penis and starting to rub it.

Noriko felt sorry for him seeing this and reluctantly accepted Soichi's request.

Their relationship remained tense for almost a month. As Soichi's summer vacation was ending, coinciding with the company's founding anniversary, Noriko returned home drunk from the banquet. Soichi, who came every day, didn't come that night. She assumed he was asleep by then, but Noriko couldn't fall asleep herself.

"Why can't I sleep when I'm drunk?" Noriko wondered, startled by a realization. She had begun to anticipate Soichi's visits… Suddenly, Noriko

felt a physical hunger. Since her husband's death, she had avoided the body of a man at twenty-seven, and now she felt a burning, itchy heat. Her lower body quickly became wet, and Noriko began to lose herself in a game of finger play. The lack of physical intimacy left her feeling empty, but she also began to immerse herself in a sea of pleasure. Suddenly, she felt a dark shadow swaying under her closed eyelids and quickly opened them.

"Ah..."

Naked Soichi stood beside Noriko's bed, looking down at her: "So even mothers are lonely."

Noriko couldn't push Soichi's body away. "I'll sacrifice everything for this child until he grows up and gets married," Noriko thought, using this thought as a shield for herself. The relationship between stepmother and son had continued for over a year.

Noriko

's memory was suddenly interrupted as her clitoris was licked. A pillow had been placed under her waist, completely exposing her labia, perineum, and anus to Soichi.

"Don't be there..."

Noriko stretched her arms out into the air, and a unique sensuality she had never experienced before immediately plunged her into a sweet sensual world. In their short marriage, her husband had never caressed her anus, and she never dreamed that his child would give her such a baptism of love.

Soichi's tongue didn't launch a concentrated attack on her anus, but instead moved incessantly along the fleshy folds from the upper part, along the so-called erogenous zone. Therefore, Noriko suddenly experienced intense pleasure, which then vanished in an overwhelming sense of urgency.

Seeing his stepmother's distressed expression, the young Soichi watched closely as if he were admiring the most beautiful show. Recently, Soichi had developed a habit of pressing Noriko about her feelings, but today, Noriko was determined never to tell him.

If only Mom could say it herself, that would be the most pleasurable feeling…

“Ah… um…” Noriko twisted her body from side to side as if she wanted to say something, but then immediately shut her mouth. Soichi really wanted to see his stepmother moan with pleasure. The

curious young man then fought even harder. Soichi’s face was covered with his own saliva and the sticky fluid overflowing from his stepmother’s vagina, making it shine like it was coated with oil.

When Mom was dressed, she had a very slender figure, but when she was naked, her perky breasts and full buttocks were so beautiful… especially the curve from her waist to her buttocks, which was mesmerizing. Just looking at her full buttocks almost made him ejaculate. Soichi especially liked the slightly raised Venus Hills. When his stepmother wore a tight dress, her crotch bulged outwards as if there was an extra layer of flesh.

But what Soichi found most fascinating was the almost unbelievable fleshy cleft on his beautiful stepmother's lower abdomen. The curly hair on the mound was sparse and lovely, while the area around the cleft below had an indescribably lewd color, not just in color but also in shape.

"Ah, it's moving..."

When Soichi played with it with his fingers or licked it with his tongue, it seemed to be very happy, twisting its buttocks and shaking its body, and sticky nectar would flow from it. The clitoris was also very interesting. It was originally covered by a layer of skin, hiding quietly inside, but when stimulated even slightly, it would swell up like in anger. Actually, it swelled up because of pleasure, but it was so small yet very sensitive. Since that was the case, he would launch a concentrated attack there, and Soichi's tongue licked the tip of the clitoris.

“Oh…uh…ah…”

Just as Congyi had guessed, the 27-year-old mature woman’s body suddenly twitched, and a sweet, sour-tasting fluid gushed from between her labia. Congyi’s tongue indeed found its target, lightly licking only the protruding tip.

“Ah…good…” Forgetting her shame, she thrust her vulva against Congyi’s face, and finally, the mother uttered the words.

Congyi seemed to surprise her by inserting his tongue into her vulva, “Ah…” At the same time, the sound of the sheets being gripped could be heard.

He forcefully inserted his tongue, then deliberately pulled it out abruptly. Congyi felt satisfied with his goal, and at the same time, he became even more excited, licking her clitoris with his tongue and probing inside her vagina with his fingers.

“Let me cum… I want to cum… Put it in! Cong, hurry up.”

“Mommy put it in herself!”

Noriko seemed impatient, reaching out to grasp the young penis: “Cong, this thing gets bigger every day.”

“Don’t you like big ones?” Cong asked deliberately, with a hint of sarcasm.

“No, this is great, this thing is Mommy’s.”

Although Noriko spoke quickly, she didn’t immediately insert it, rubbing the tip of the penis in her hand against her wet vulva. Even though it was a light touch, a current, almost sparking, surged from there.

"Ah...so good."

"Me too..."

Their gazes, as if preordained, fell upon their groins, both lost in the erotic scene, the red glans rubbing against their vulvas, sending indescribable pleasure through their mucous membranes.

"Just wait until I want it, then I'll bring it in..." So Noriko chose to endure, refusing to insert her erection; even endurance brought pleasure.

Young Soichi was in a similar situation; simply thrusting his hips forward brought maximum pleasure, but he delayed it, hoping the pleasure would be even more intense later.

"Ah-Cong, are you about to cum?"

"Mmm... but for Mom, I'll endure it."

"Mom's about to cum..."

"Then put it in!!"

"Push it in!" "

No!! Mom pulls..."

Actually, Noriko only needed to align the glans with the constantly itchy opening. As Satoshi seized the moment and thrust his hips forward, the thick penis gently parted the labia, deeply penetrating the fleshy hole. That friction immediately produced pleasure, and the sphincter muscles began to contract.

"Ah... Mom..." The flesh surrounding the penis, rubbed, spurted out vaginal fluid in expression of pleasure.

Soichi's penis, as strong and resilient as his age, pressed against the cervix, its base squeezing the labia, creating unparalleled pleasure.

"Ah... Mom! I'm about to cum... Mom... please?..."

Noriko recklessly rotated her hips, simultaneously lifting her lower body, while Soichi, in the opposite direction, used the penis inserted into her vagina as a pivot to twist his hips. Though the movement wasn't yet practiced, it possessed the energy of youth. Noriko gripped her son's waist tightly, pulling hard, Soichi's pubic bone pressing against his clitoris.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Let me cum... Ah... I cum!!"

"Mom... I'm coming... Ah, it's coming!!!"

The boy's fiery ejaculation sent a numbing pleasure through his stepmother's uterus. The mucous membrane of the vagina contracted further, and the sphincter muscles, like a reflex, clamped down on the penis, spraying out a large amount of vaginal fluid. The mucous membranes of the two women completely melted into one, their vaginal fluids mixing together. The woman's genitals continued to writhe, but the penis gradually lost its strength and shrank, finally being squeezed out of the vagina. Soichi finally left Noriko, but kept watching the vaginal fluid flowing from his stepmother's vagina.

"Ah, so you've been watching Mom the whole time." Noriko, who had just regained consciousness from her semi-conscious state, noticed Soichi staring at her genitals with a burning gaze. She blushed like a young girl and pulled a blanket over that part.

"Right, I completely forgot." Noriko pointed to the dressing table: "There's a letter for you."

In front of many cosmetics was a rather thick letter. "From Nishida Keita." The sender was Nishida, who had been with her just a few days ago. Why would he write a letter? School starts in two or three days. Satoshi looked at Noriko and saw that she was quite tired and was already half asleep. Soichi slowly walked back to his room, showered, and after calming down, opened the envelope, lay down on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and began to read the letter…

“Sōichi, there’s no need for such formal letter writing between us, but I know I can’t express my true feelings perfectly. I’m sorry to have surprised you. First, I want to make it clear that what I’m writing about now is a problem in my family, completely unrelated to anyone else, but you are my only friend, and only you can understand me. I hope you can read it with a light heart; this is my only request…”

Keita

was seeing a mature woman’s body for the first time in his life. The bathroom was filled with steam, but not enough to make him unable to discern what was inside. From her rounded shoulders to the curves of her hands, just as a thirty-five-year-old with the right amount of fat can showcase the physique of a mature woman.

So this is what my mother is like...

Keita had never considered his mother, Yoko, as a woman until now. He was a seventeen-year-old boy, and naturally, he was interested in women, but his mother's presence was so close that he didn't notice her.

However, Keita's timid and passive personality, coupled with his lack of social skills, meant that although he had dated girls, they all eventually left him. This further eroded his confidence in the opposite sex. It was then that he heard something from Soichi that piqued his interest.

One day, Keita and Soichi went to their usual coffee shop, and Keita asked Soichi, "Have you got a new girlfriend lately?"

After a brief silence, Soichi blurted out something shocking. Keita was initially incredulous: having sex with his own mother? How could such a thing be…

? But after this incident, Soichi continued to tell him many things about his mother, and Keita completely believed him. Although not entirely influenced by Soichi, Keita also began to feel interested in his mother.

Keita's father is a TV producer, very busy with work, and travels abroad almost every month, often leaving only Keita and his mother at home.

He had never paid attention to his mother's appearance after a shower or in her pajamas before, but now she looked incredibly sexy. Keita started masturbating in his third year of junior high, fantasizing about idol stars, but now, somehow, that image had become his mother. However, the image in his mind was always vague, so Keita decided to spy on his mother while she showered. After some thought, Keita decided to work on the inner curtain and the track of the bathroom door to prevent it from closing completely…

It wasn't by accident, but Yoko wasn't the type of woman who would pay attention to such things at home. The door seemed to be stuck, only closing halfway, with the glass door still about five centimeters open. Thinking she would call Keita to fix it later, she entered the bathroom.

Keita hid at the corner of the hallway, excitedly watching his mother's movements. His mother's figure disappeared into the bathroom, and after pulling the glass door two or three times, he gave up. The shower was the furthest point from the glass door, so the shadow seen through it was blurry. Keita desperately wanted to get there immediately, but he desperately restrained himself.

Keita waited patiently, his penis already beginning to swell. Initially, Keita felt ashamed, feeling dirty for arousing desire in his own mother, but he was completely captivated by the allure of her body and stopped blaming himself.

Soon, a white shadow appeared on the glass door. Yoko would lay a mat on the floor while showering and do some stretching exercises; if she were facing this side, she might be discovered. Fortunately, she was facing slightly forward. Keita quietly approached the bamboo curtain, watching his mother's naked body writhe through the changing room. She slowly bent over, her breasts pressing against her thighs as she bent forward.

Keita stared intently at his mother's naked body, feeling an overwhelming urge to rush forward. What he saw wasn't a figment of his imagination, but real flesh.

What would it feel like to have sex with my mother? What would her expression be if I suddenly entered her? Maybe she would accept me gently as usual. Impossible!! This request is beyond reason; my mother would definitely be angry and sad…

Keita regained his senses. At this moment, Yoko stood up, slightly parted her legs, bent her upper body forward, and touched the tiles on the floor with her fingers.

“Ah…” Keita let out a soft gasp, seeing the black pubic hair and the pale red vulva opening in his mother’s buttocks.

It was very different from what Keita had imagined; the shape and size made Keita feel a little scared. From the outside, Keita could see the entire genitals clearly. Short hairs grew around the opening of the vulva. For the first time in his life, Keita saw his mother’s vulva, which emitted a warm glow and even seemed to emit a faint fragrance.

Keita gripped his erect penis tightly from his pajama bottoms, feeling a tingling sensation and an electric shock in his lower back before his young penis instantly exploded.

A few days later, he ran into Yoko on the street, who had just returned from a beauty salon, and they went home together. When they got home, the maid said that her husband had returned not long ago; apparently, her father had gone to the beauty salon because he was coming home… Keita couldn't help but feel jealous of his father.

His father, Nishida Keizo, seemed to have a smooth and wealthy life, but this was only on the surface. There were troubles only he and his wife knew, things that Keita was completely unaware of.

After dinner, lying in bed, Keita suddenly thought of something strange: his mother wasn't a good drinker, but why had she drunk more than his father? It seemed to have some special meaning. Keita fantasized about sex, and his body immediately felt hot.

"Please... you must regain your former energy today."

The biggest problem between the couple was the husband's impotence. It wasn't that he couldn't get an erection at all; if a full erection was a perfect 100, Qi Tai was probably only a 60, but he still couldn't penetrate.

Quietly approaching his parents' bedroom, he heard faint voices coming from inside. Qi Tai peeked through the keyhole. Because it was an old-fashioned design, the old-style keyhole was much more convenient.

"It's already this big. Lick it, and the scrotum too."

"Ah... I see it." He couldn't help but gently turn the handle, leaving a slit that allowed him to see inside.

The room remained silent; he couldn't hear his mother's voice. Qi Tai guessed she was probably licking it. Keita's guess was correct. Although Yoko patiently rubbed and licked the slightly swollen penis, Keita's penis still didn't become erect. For a thirty-five-year-old woman, this felt like being tortured in hell. How fulfilling life would be if a large penis filled her vagina at that moment.

"Yoko, I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to be working yet. You're in pain, aren't you? You really want to have sex, don't you?"

"Ah... I want... I want it so badly." Yoko rubbed her face against the semi-erect penis, tears streaming down her face.

"Just like before, use your own hand, keep going until you come. I haven't seen you come in so long."

"Darling, see." Yoko lay on her back, placing the soles of her feet on top of her husband's. Her fingers touched there, gently tracing over it, as if she knew her sensitive spots very well. Her buttocks bounced along with the movement, her face tilted back, revealing her snow-white Adam's apple. At this moment, her beautiful breasts began to swell, and her erect nipples gained a rosy hue.

Like a boy, Qi Zao stroked his penis, looking at his sexy wife: "Are you comfortable?"

Yangzi nodded gently, her fingers gradually applying pressure.

Two eyes were peeping into the couple's private life through the crack in the door. Although the crack was only two or three centimeters wide, it was clearer than a keyhole. The parents, caught up in their excitement, naturally didn't notice anyone watching.

The mother's witch-like behavior had a powerful impact on Qi Tai: He couldn't tell from his mother's expression when his father wasn't around; it turned out she was so lonely and wanted sex. My mother, like me, really wanted sex…

“Hurry up and put it in, darling, faster!”

What Keita saw was his father's large big toe inserted into his mother's vagina, his mother making sexy sounds: “More… I’m about to cum… I can’t take it anymore…”

“Cum… Yoko, cum as much as you want!”

“I’m going to cum… Ah… I’m cumming…”

His mother’s body straightened, her whole body trembling slightly; this was when his mother felt most comfortable, this was what cumming meant. At this moment, Keita understood the reality of cumming a little.

“Ah… I’m going to cum too…”

When the penis that had been throbbing violently under his pajamas suddenly began to ejaculate, Keita knew that his longing for his mother had become even stronger.

In late September, Qizao went to Belgium for work again. Although his father was gone, he still hadn't had the chance to see his mother masturbate. One evening, his mother went to see a musical, so he went into her room. When Qizao found an electric dildo in his mother's bedside drawer, he felt a strong urge to see her use it. Around 9 PM, his mother called to say she would be home late and that Qizao should take care of dinner himself.

After showering, he went back to his room and fell asleep on the bed. In his sleep, he heard the door open and saw his mother's figure in the light from outside. He was startled! She looked like she had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a towel. His mother had never done this in front of him before.

"Slept well... Goodnight." After saying that, his mother closed the door. Judging from her muttering to herself, she seemed a little drunk. Qizao felt a strange excitement and a strange premonition.

This time, Keita wore a loose-fitting shirt-style pajama, which would inevitably cause an erection during his "peeping." Wearing pajama bottoms would cause pressure and pain, so this way he wouldn't feel any pressure and could use his hands freely.

Standing in front of the bedroom, he couldn't be as calm as before; this indicated a strong sense of anticipation within him. Something was bound to happen, and he hoped it would occur…

He slowly crouched down, his eyes close to the keyhole. He saw nothing, but there was light inside. As before, he could only see part of the bed, so he pressed his ear against the keyhole. Soon, he heard his mother's soft breathing, which gradually became rapid. Something must have happened, but it was too dangerous to push the door open now, so he endured it.

His breathing began to be mixed with soft panting. He peeked through the keyhole again, this time seeing part of his mother's snow-white bare feet at the head of the bed, occasionally swaying from side to side, or straining his toes, forming strange shapes. The opportunity had finally arrived…

Keita gently grasped the doorknob. "Click," the sound was faint, but Keita's heart nearly exploded. If he were discovered, it would be all over… Keita desperately controlled his trembling fingers, pushing the door open a centimeter. Though small, it revealed most of what was inside. His mother's nightgown was completely lifted in the front, her outstretched fingers resting on her crotch, her other hand grasping her breast. The compressed flesh of her breast peeked out from between her fingers, looking quite painful.

She was rubbing it rather roughly, indicating intense pleasure. In contrast, the fingers under her crotch moved much more gently; her middle finger seemed to be lightly pressing on something. Slowly drawing circles, though Keita couldn't see clearly from his position, the middle finger was pressing on her clitoris. The clitoris was swollen to its limit, producing a sharp, almost painful pleasure.

“Ah…darling…”

Yoko wasn’t seeking her husband; it was just an unconscious call. After a few turns, Yoko’s body shifted, her crotch facing Keita. For Keita, this was a position he desperately wanted, as he could clearly see the bright red slit surrounded by sparse pubic hair—a first for him, though the distance was too great. Keita wished he could get closer, feeling a complex sensation in his mother’s crotch, but unable to see the detailed structure, which caused dissatisfaction. However, he was still surprised by the length of the slit.

Soon after, Yoko moved her hand from her breast down to her abdomen, stroking her pubic hair, then pulling upwards as if pressing on her mons pubis. The entire slit seemed to convulse, stretching, causing the previously invisible clitoris to protrude, looking as if it were about to explode. Keita stared through the crack in the door at this lewd sight, unconsciously playing with his erect penis like a child, clear fluid seeping from the glans.

Yoko's body convulsed violently, reaching what felt like her umpteenth orgasm. She desperately craved the taste of a man; she hadn't liked the smell before, but now she craved his semen filling her mouth, wanting it to spray onto her uterus.

At that moment, Yoko took out an electric dildo from the drawer and gently placed it between her legs. A sharp, pleasurable sensation shot through her, and she let out a satisfied sigh as she pressed the switch. The dildo vibrated slightly. Yoko never pressed hard, maintaining a delicate distance between the dildo and her vaginal mucosa—it felt like only the vibrations were penetrating her.

This subtle contact was exquisite, a restraint before orgasm. The pubic hair stirred, causing the clitoral hood to protrude further, creating a tightening sensation in her anus. Just as the dildo pushed open the vaginal opening, the switch was changed to change the vibration into a twisting motion. The dildo twisted like a snake, pushing open the closed vaginal opening. Once the opening was open, it immediately contracted joyfully. Inside the narrow vaginal opening, the dildo and the vaginal flesh pushed against each other, producing an intense, sweet pleasure.

The dildo kept changing the angle of insertion. When it was inserted deeply, the protrusion at the base stimulated the clitoris, causing continuous pleasure. The vaginal fluid flowing from the vaginal opening not only flowed to the perineum but also to the anus, and the sheets under the buttocks were soaked with the scent of sex and wrinkled.

"Ah...it's coming...that's great..."

Yoko was filled with tension, her body stiff as a board, as if every inch of her skin, from her toes to her face, was tense. Only her beautiful, full breasts swayed slightly from side to side with the slight vibrations of her body. A joyful moan escaped from Yoko's beautiful lips as she experienced the final pleasure in her burning body. But then, Yoko had a strange experience.

Was she having sex? ... In her gradually clearing consciousness, Yoko could indeed smell semen, something she had longed for but couldn't have not long ago, hence the doubt that she was dreaming. However, she could definitely smell that unique scent, and strangely, she felt a cool sensation on her chest. When the dildo fell out of her loosened vagina, Yoko touched her chest; it was sticky. This wasn't a dream!! Her palm was covered in semen, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"..." Yoko saw without a doubt that standing beside the bed was her son, Keita.

"Get out!" That was all Yoko could say.

"Mom, I saw everything. The neighbor's mom, she's so lonely."

"So Keita was pitying me." The thought made her feel even more ashamed.

Keita leaned closer, and Yoko could only cover herself completely with the sheet. Keita's hand gently caressed her body on the sheet: "Mom, it's all Dad's fault." Keita's hand was now on her breasts, and he said, "Mom, turn around."

Her body was forced to change direction.

"This is a secret between Mom and me."

"Forget about it, or Mom will die."

"No!!! Seeing Mom doing this alone makes me excited too." Keita pulled up his loose nightgown, and Yoko became excited again when she saw Keita's masculine member.

"Mommy, give this to Mommy!!!"

The sheets were suddenly pulled back, and in an instant, Keita's body pressed down on her. "What are you doing!" Yoko waved her arms and legs but couldn't push her son away; she was completely held in Keita's arms.

"Don't be silly, Mommy shouldn't do this."

But Keita's reason was overwhelmed by lust. Yoko was now turned over and lying on her back by Keita, her hands pulled up into a "holy" position. "Mommy, I want it!" she said, pressing her mouth against his, her erection pressing against her mons pubis, creating an itchy sensation.

"Keita, no! Get up..." Yoko said, suppressing her burgeoning lust.

"I want to do it with Mommy, it's only when Mommy does that kind of thing that I feel this way." Keita was now sucking on her nipple desperately, a rough action that brought Yoko a powerful, intense pleasure.

"No..."

Keita completely ignored his mother's refusal. Yoko's resistance gradually faded; she felt not only physical pleasure but also intense fatigue. Keita desperately sucked on his mother's lips and kneaded her breasts. His desire had reached its limit; he began to ejaculate as soon as he felt it, a surge of pleasure rushing to his head. Yoko immediately knew her son was about to ejaculate; warm liquid clung to her thighs through her pajamas.

“It’s over, Keita!” Yoko said.

“Mom can’t leave yet.”

“It’s all better now, get up!” Yoko resumed her motherly tone.

“I…want to have sex.”

“You shouldn’t be thinking about that now. We’re mother and son; this kind of thing isn’t allowed.”

But Keita didn’t answer. Yoko then noticed that the thing pressed against her lower abdomen was slowly hardening again. Impossible, right? But it had indeed hardened to the point of hurting her mons pubis. Keita wanted to insert his penis into the petals in front of him, but he couldn’t find the right way, so he pressed his penis near his pubic hair. The tip of his penis touched something soft, but he didn’t penetrate. He felt his buttocks pull back, then thrust forward again.

"Don't go too far..."

"It's Mom's fault." Keita resumed his assault, the budding pleasure washing over Yoko like waves. Her tightly closed lips unconsciously parted, the sounds stimulating Keita to caress her even more vigorously.

"Mom, let me put this in!"

Keita knelt at the head of the bed, admiring his mother's entire body. Yoko's feeble attempts to hide were immediately pulled away, revealing a slit between her tightly closed thighs. He reached out and stroked it, inserting his finger after a few strokes. Yoko twisted her hips, pushing his finger out. Keita forcefully spread her legs, pressing his face against her wet mons pubis, licking the slit with all his might. Yoko experienced waves of pleasure.

Keita began thrusting his finger in and out of the slit. His mother seemed to enjoy it. Keita then pressed his tongue against her clitoris between two fingers, licking it.

"Don't do that... Mom's going crazy."

Keita desperately used his tongue and fingers, a shocking pleasure filling his body. "Ah... I'm going to cum!" His slightly raised buttocks fell onto the bed and remained still.

At this moment, Keita gently lifted his upper body, pressing his erect penis downwards. He placed one hand on his mother's left side for support, pushing his buttocks forward forcefully. For a moment, Keita felt dizzy, unable to support himself, and pressed down on his mother. This brought him good fortune; his weight caused his erect penis to plunge into her vagina.

"Don't do this, Keita, get away!"

But Keita clung tightly to his mother's neck, refusing to leave. At this moment, Yoko shouldn't move carelessly, giving Keita unnecessary stimulation. A strong wave of pleasure immediately assaulted Keita. Unlike the feeling of desperately rubbing with his right hand, the sticky, gently enveloping feeling was simply too wonderful. Keita desperately pressed his lower body down and twisted, almost causing pain in his pubic bone.

The rubbing penis inside Yoko's vagina brought her a sweet sensation. Beneath her tangled pubic hair, her clitoris cried out in pleasure as it was rubbed. Keita was completely immersed in this sweet world; the pleasure seemed otherworldly. His mother's body hadn't disappointed him.

Keita felt sparks exploding within him, his mind going numb, thinking his body was about to split open. In that instant, the penis inserted into her vagina began to fire. His mother truly felt what symbolized her son, and Yoko felt her body begin to float into the air.

"Ah... Mom's going to cum!" The fused mucous membranes, as if only there were living things, remained intertwined, sharing the joy. From that moment on, the seventeen-year-old boy's heart was imprinted with his mother's image more vividly than ever before.

The next morning, when he woke up and went downstairs, Yoko was chatting with the maid who had already come to work. Keita saw his mother was somewhat dazzling, but Yoko greeted her son with her usual smile. To be honest, this situation surprised Keita and made him feel a little disappointed, but he was still relieved.

After starting school, he really wanted to tell Souichi what happened yesterday, but he desperately held back. Souichi's girlfriend was his stepmother, but Keita's was his biological mother, and he felt he shouldn't tell anyone; it should remain a secret between him and his mother forever.

As soon as school was over, Souichi asked Keita if something was on his mind. "Nothing," Keita immediately denied. "You're being too polite," Souichi said with a forlorn expression as he entered the coffee shop, as if to say, "I tell you everything."

"Well... what is it?" Souichi smiled.

"How's it going with the women?" Qi Tai suddenly realized he couldn't say it aloud, and his mind raced. "Could you introduce me to another girl?"

"Oh, is that what it is? I think I should do it properly this time. I've failed too many times in the past. I do have a woman I want to introduce to you, but since it hasn't worked out before, I feel bad for forcing it on you."

"What kind of girl?"

"I'll contact her right away. Wait a moment."

A while later, Cong Yi returned and said to Qi Tai, "She said 'anytime after dusk', so I've decided on six o'clock for you." "

Today?"

"Good things come quickly, especially sex."

Qi Tai blushed.

"Her name is Matsudaira Kimiko. She just came back from aerobics, so she's wearing a tracksuit. She has a white ribbon flower on her backpack; she's easy to spot."

"Are you coming along later?"

"No, I've already made plans with my mom. Tomorrow's a holiday, so I'm driving out tonight. Towards the Fuji Five Lakes." "

But I'm going alone..."

"I've already told her that, so you have to find her, okay?"

When he got home, his mother wasn't there. He changed his clothes and went out, arriving five minutes early. After a while, a girl approached. Although he felt uneasy, Keita smiled at her.

"Are you Nishida-kun? I'm Matsudaira Kimiko."

She was indeed a very nice girl. Was this girl no longer a virgin? Thinking it over, the two immediately agreed on the issue of hunger and decided to have dinner together.

"It's our first time meeting, so let's each pay our own way," Kimiko said. After dinner, she said to Keita, "Want to go to our base?"

Keita suddenly became interested. Kimiko called home, but no one answered.

"Let's go."

"Is it shared?"

"Yes, the three of us."

Upon arriving and entering the room, Kimiko said to him in a commanding tone, "Why don't you take a shower?"

Although he felt it was unnecessary, he didn't want to argue. While he was showering, Kimiko suddenly walked in naked.

"Don't go, I'll help you wash," Kimiko said, blocking his way. Her breasts weren't very large, but being a seventeen-year-old girl, they looked fresh and new.

"Are you surprised?"

"Hmm..."

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course not."

"Then there's no need for further words."

Kimiko unceremoniously grasped Keita's penis, which was already semi-erect. The moment Kimiko's hand touched it, it immediately swelled to a painful degree, pulsating in Kimiko's delicate hand.

"Will you hate it when I do this?"

Keita hurriedly shook his head.

"Don't think I'd do this with just anyone, of course it's not true." Kimiko's hands began to gently rub. Before five or six times, Keita's knees began to tremble. Before he could even think, his erect penis had already ejaculated milky white semen onto Kimiko's lower abdomen. Kimiko kissed Keita's face, then rinsed her body and Keita's penis.

"Feeling much calmer now?"

Keita could only nod.

"Then now you do it for me."

After getting into bed, Keita kissed Kimiko, wanting her to gently hold his penis again, but Kimiko didn't move, simply surrendering her entire body to Keita's manipulation. Because she was lying on her back, her breasts were spread out to the sides. Keita, unsure where to begin with this woman lying so casually, decided to start with her breasts. He gently rubbed them with his right hand, then gently took one into his mouth, sucking lightly before rubbing the nipple with his tongue. The nipple quickly began to swell, whether in his palm or mouth. He moved his lips to her armpit and licked it.

"Ah...no..." Kimiko said, writhing as if in pain. "Touch me..." Kimiko suddenly mumbled repeatedly, as if in a dream.

Then, Kimiko seemed impatient, grabbing Keita's hand. It was then that Keita pulled his hand to her pubic hair, stroking it. Even just that seemed to feel good. Kimiko sighed deeply, her white Adam's apple bobbing, and then her legs slowly parted.

Suddenly, Kimiko screamed and thrust her buttocks forward. Keita had touched her clitoris, pressing lightly on the clitoris with a troubled heart.

“Ugh…” Kimiko arched her body, twisting her hips at the same time: “Harder… harder!” As she twisted, Kimiko pressed her hand against Keita’s.

This alone was enough to surprise Keita, but he didn’t expect Kimiko to use even more force to rotate his hand.

“Ah… I came!” It came too suddenly; Kimiko’s body trembled, she cried out that she had come, and then she stopped moving.

After a while, Kimiko seemed to wake from a dream, holding Keita’s erection and murmuring, “My clitoris is the most sensitive.”

At this moment, Kimiko moved her body downwards, pulling up his erection and taking it into her mouth. Keita was first stunned, then moved, because oral sex was his first experience.

"Does it feel good?"

"Very good."

"I want you to lick my clitoris, but not just with your tongue. Sometimes you need to suck, and when I scream, you bite... don't hold back."

Keita was surprised, but tried to appear calm and agreed. Lying between Kimiko's parted legs, Keita licked her protruding clitoris; the moist flesh had a slightly sour taste.

"Great, suck harder... lick..." Kimiko cried out, "Now, faster! Now!"

Keita did as she asked, biting down on the abnormally swollen clitoris. Kimiko's whole body stiffened, her mons pubis bulged even more, and vaginal fluid flowed from her open labia. Keita sucked and bit hard, thinking that Kimiko might enjoy being abused.

"Ouch...it hurts...I'm going to cum again!" Kimiko cried out, then her whole body convulsed and her eyes rolled back.

At that moment, Keita remembered the pleasure Kimiko felt when she ejaculated in his mouth, and unable to resist any longer, he straddled Kimiko's face, forcing his glans fully inside her half-open mouth, causing Kimiko's cheeks to puff out.

He was almost about to ejaculate, but Keita managed to hold back, his glans continuing to thrust in and out. Kimiko gripped his penis with her hand; was she only still aware of her sexual desire?

Kimiko's hand slowly moved up and down, and not only that, her soft tongue licked the glans. Keita wasn't used to this kind of stimulation and had far exceeded his limits; in that instant, his penis opened completely, and a large amount of semen filled the girl's mouth.

Kimiko's hand pulled the foreskin of the penis towards its base, a strong electric current striking her brain, producing an even more intense pleasure, and she ejaculated a thick stream of semen. He tightened his anus, sending the last drop of semen into Kimiko's mouth, feeling utterly powerless as he lay down beside her.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I'll do it again." She said, moving her hand towards his anus.

"No!!!"

"Fine, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

"Sorry, please do it again!"

"Do what?"

"Like before." "

Where? How? Tell me clearly."

"My butt...and my scrotum..."

"Hehehe, you're so cute."

Keita knew he'd been tricked, but he also found it very exciting. Kimiko put a pillow under Keita's butt, thus exposing everything.

Kimiko shifted to a prone position, pressing her lips against the back of his penis. The rhythmic pulsation of the shaft stimulated her lustful desires. She carefully took each of the small balls of his scrotum into her mouth and rolled them around, licking the scrotum while wetting her fingers with saliva. She gently pressed her hand against his anus, feeling the rough, wrinkled texture on her fingertips and hearing a moan; he was aroused.

Kimiko then used her tongue instead of her fingers, licking his anus and saying, "Just cum if you want to!"

But having already ejaculated twice, and hoping to ejaculate again during intercourse, she desperately tried to control herself.

At this moment, Kimiko could no longer restrain herself. "I want to have sex," she boldly declared.

Kimiko moved her body, spreading her legs. Keita guided his penis with his hand, aligning it with the opening, looking at the slit of flesh, and slowly pressed his body down, allowing his penis to enter the vagina.

Kimiko reacted strongly: "Great! My vagina has swallowed your penis!"

With that cry, she thrust her hips down forcefully, making a strange friction sound. Keita's hard penis was instantly swallowed by her labia, the close contact of their genitals causing intense pleasure. Kimiko's hips swayed up and down, rotating left and right using the inserted penis as an axis. Keita, not to be outdone, thrust upwards relentlessly, sometimes his glans hitting hard flesh, at which point Kimiko would scream.

Kimiko continued to twist her hips, her breasts swaying, and Keita was about to ejaculate again. But restraint was too much to bear; Keita grabbed her swaying breasts and bit down hard on her clitoris. Kimiko was the kind of woman who craved this, so Keita gripped her breasts even tighter, seemingly intensifying the pleasure, and the friction of their flesh became louder.

"I'm going to cum... I don't want to be alone... I want to cum together... My vagina is going to cum, I can't hold it in anymore." Kimiko

lifted her buttocks, revealing a large clitoris protruding from the pubic hair pressed against her mons pubis. As Kimiko's buttocks lowered, Keita pinched the clitoris with two fingers, and Kimiko's voice was almost a scream. Keita rubbed even harder. "I'm cumming... Now... I'm cumming..." Hot, sweet fluid sprayed onto his fully clenched penis. At that moment, Keita couldn't hold back either, violently ejaculating his semen, impacting her uterus. Kimiko's body trembled violently, then she became still as if dead. The young couple embraced and fell asleep. That day, Keita deliberately didn't report the results to Soichi, because he thought Soichi would already know, and that Kimiko might tell Soichi the details without him reporting. "Call me anytime if you're interested." The straightforward Kimiko handed him a note. "Don't you have family?" "This is my personal line." Kimiko turned and left, her yellow skirt fluttering in the wind.

Keita thought to himself that he shouldn't give up on Kimiko. When he got home, his mother was already back, and the dinner the maid had prepared was gone; she had probably eaten it all.

His mother didn't come out of her room. "Knowing I'm back..." Keita thought, noticing his mother's unusual demeanor, but still went to the bathroom to shower. His mother's scent still lingered in the bathroom. "Mom just showered here." Keita's heart began to stir, and his penis immediately became erect.

"We've already done a lot, and now..." Keita didn't want to give up on Kimiko, but he also wanted to maintain a deeper relationship with his mother. He felt that Kimiko was an ideal person for sexual intercourse. So, what was his mother... besides sexual intercourse?

Keita himself wasn't sure about this question, but he felt he couldn't compare his mother to Kimiko. Keita vigorously washed his lower body, preparing to go to his mother's, so he had to wash away Kimiko's scent, otherwise he would feel guilty towards his mother.

The more he washed his penis, the more stimulated it became, until it was fully erect. Normally, his right hand would have already started moving, but now it seemed a waste to ejaculate, so he reluctantly endured it.

After returning to his room, Keita didn't put on underwear, just a loose-fitting pullover nightgown. Pulling it up slightly would expose his lower body, and it would be easy to take it off as well. As he left the room, his erection began to tremble.

"I can express my feelings here..." He tried to push open his mother's bedroom door, but it was locked—something that had never happened before. He knocked gently, but the room was completely silent.

"Mom...Mom..." He knocked again, still no sound. Checking the inside, still silent, he had no choice but to return to his room.

He felt this was more advantageous; even if he shouted loudly now, his mother might not open the door. If he hadn't found satisfaction with Kimiko, he wasn't sure if the young Keita could have been so rational.

Back in his room, he collapsed onto the bed, his mind drifting back to the intense intercourse with Kimiko the previous night and not long ago. After such a momentous experience, he was still incredibly calm; he found it unbelievable. Could a person change so much in just two days?

Yet, Keita felt he had indeed changed. It was as if he had become an adult, and knowing about a woman's body was perhaps the first stage of adulthood. Souichi was much more mature than him, and now he was taking a step, maybe one or two, closer to Souichi.

Lost in these thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Keita was woken early by a phone call. It was the maid. Was she working on the weekend? Keita thought it must be his mother's arrangement. But when he answered the phone, Souichi said something unexpected.

"Kimiko...Matsumoto Kimiko is dead, murdered!"

Keita thought Satoshi was joking: "Oh, it was you. Stop talking nonsense, I was sleeping soundly."

"No, it's true, it's in today's paper." Satoshi's tone wasn't joking.

Satoshi would occasionally call to joke, but he would never tell such a malicious lie.

"Why?" Keita's surprised voice almost made his mother and maid, who were eating breakfast

, show surprise. "I don't know the details yet, I'll investigate, so meet at our usual place at ten o'clock."

"Understood."

He hung up the phone and hurriedly grabbed the newspaper. He saw Kimiko's picture in the social section; it was just a simple report that someone called her out and she was stabbed by an unidentified man.

"That happened after I broke up with her and she came home."

"What happened?" His mother's tone was no different from usual.

"No, nothing."

"Really? What happened?"

"It's nothing important."

Keita said he wasn't hungry and went back to his room. Keita felt like he was dreaming, and he couldn't believe what had happened yesterday was real. "But I really did have sex with Matsumoto Kimiko." Keita left home before 9:30, not wanting to wait any longer.

He arrived at his usual coffee shop in less than ten minutes. Because it was a holiday, it didn't open until 10:00. Walking to the nearby park, although there were signs prohibiting fishing, there were still people fishing in the pond, fathers and sons jogging, and mothers feeding pigeons with their toddlers; they all looked happy.

Kimiko's sudden death might be a kind of revenge for her unrestrained enjoyment. When I returned to the coffee shop at exactly 10:00 AM, Souichi was walking towards me from the opposite direction. His serious expression was unlike his usual self.

This made me think of Kimiko and feel sorry for her. As if waiting for two people to meet, the coffee shop's iron gate opened, displaying a "Open for Business" sign.

It wasn't a staff member who opened the door, but the proprietress.

Even without makeup, her face was beautiful, despite still being a singer. The noisy university girls were nowhere to be seen because it was a holiday morning. According to Souichi, Kimiko was murdered after being lured out by a young man who was pursuing her. She was a complete playboy, yet many men were infatuated with her. Not only was she young and beautiful, but she was also submissive, and most attractively, she came from a prestigious family.

It seemed the poorer the man, the more infatuated he was with her, for money and lust. But after revealing everything, Souichi's expression brightened, because Keita was still able to remain calm.

“I feel a responsibility towards you, so I’ll introduce you to another girl.”

Keita hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that it was enough, but Soichi said, “It’s already settled.”

“But no matter how I say it, it still…” Keita was still troubled by Kimiko’s death.

“Then, can you keep Kimiko in your heart for the rest of your life? Can you mourn for her for a year? It’s best to forget her quickly, it’s best to associate with other women. The woman I’m introducing today is…”

“What… today?”

Soichi ignored Keita’s surprise and continued.

The fifteen-year-old private junior high school girl, Hattori Yuki, was Keita’s next hypothetical lover. Since she was no longer a virgin, there was no need to consider that aspect too much.

Keita couldn't understand why the girls from these prestigious schools weren't virgins. Their bodies weren't mature enough; they were only fifteen, so it wasn't their fault.

However, sex was still possible if they wanted to. They might resist at first, but once they did it, there wouldn't be any problems. But his mother was determined to refuse. Keita wanted to tell Souichi what had happened and discuss it, but he also remembered that his mother's affairs should always be kept secret.

"Weren't you going for a drive with Mom?"

"That was supposed to be it, but Mom had an emergency and didn't get back until this morning.

She's still sleeping." "Then you have to come with me today."

"No, I have to get back what I lost yesterday today."

With a meaningful smile, Keita explained things in his own words. After returning home, Congyi would always crawl into his stepmother's bed. Perhaps it was his stepmother who initiated the encounter; what kind of sexual intercourse did the 27-year-old mother and the 17-year-old boy share?

After breaking up with Congyi, Keita rushed home, even though the maid was still there, determined to fulfill his urgent desire. But when he arrived home, neither his mother nor the maid were there; only a note remained on the table.

"Mom is going out and will be back very late."

With just this simple sentence, Keita felt extremely angry.

“Fine!” Keita’s anger turned into lust, directed at Yuki Hattori, the middle school girl he hadn’t even met yet. Soichi had said she wasn’t a virgin, so there was no need to worry about that; he could do it if he wanted.

“I want to go all out!” Keita gripped his already erect penis, anxiously waiting for the time Soichi had chosen for him.

Keita arrived ten minutes early at the agreed-upon location with Yuki Hattori; both the time and place were decided by Soichi.

The photo Soichi had torn in half when they parted was of a fifteen-year-old girl, and she certainly looked fresh.

Keita wondered, “Can such a cute girl really accept a man’s fierceness?”

But Soichi said decisively, “She’s no longer a virgin.”

Could it be that Yuki, like the deceased Kimiko, had also had sex with Soichi? If so, he felt much more at ease.

At exactly three o'clock, the girl who looked exactly like the one in the photo arrived at the bank on the corner of the shopping street. Being only fifteen years old, she appeared slender. She wore a green, straight-cut dress that suited her well, and her white socks and red shoes complemented her long legs. She didn't seem very tall, probably around 156 or 157 centimeters.

Keita, assuming this was the girl compared to half of the photo, immediately approached with a smile. "I'm Hattori Yuki," he greeted her without hesitation. Sure enough, it was her, and Keita also introduced himself. The other half of the photo was Kayama, indeed, Soichi.

Perhaps Soichi wanted to get rid of the girl, so he pushed her towards him. Tearing up the photo like that was too much. Yuki snatched the photo from Keita's hand, tore it to shreds, and threw it on the road. She was probably a girl with a strong personality.

Keita, seemingly respecting Yuki's wishes, asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Let's go have some tea first," she replied smoothly, then led the way.

Keita watched Yuki's slender back, still harboring some doubts about whether this woman had slept with men.

They chatted about their families in the café. To Keita's surprise, Yuki's father was a famous author, whom he had seen on television several times.

"But, Mom is my stepmother, not my biological mother," Yuki said, a lonely expression appearing on her usually lively face.

Like Soichi, she had an unhappy family life, leading to an abnormal lifestyle. Keita thought about this and then asked himself, "What about me?" He couldn't find the right answer. He grew up in a very normal family, yet he had done abnormal things. Keita hurriedly tried to justify himself: "I'm doing this to comfort my lonely mother."

"What are you thinking about?" A cool hand touched Keita's face, and he immediately returned to reality.

"Nothing..."

"You're lying. If you're bored, I can leave." Yuki's voice was stern.

"No, I won't. I'm sorry, do you really want to apologize?"

"Of course, then I'll let you off the hook!" Yuki said, letting out an innocent laugh.

"What time are you going back?"

"It's not certain..."

"But this is our first meeting..."

"Around nine should be fine."

Keita was happy that he had to be back by five or six; with so much time, maybe he could get that thing done. But where? He'd never been to a hotel before, and he knew nothing about that kind of situation. Unlike Kimiko, who has a separate room in a secluded spot in the park

… “I want to come see your house,” Yuki suggested, making Keita nod vigorously as if saved. He was only grateful that his mother wasn't home at this moment. And she said she'd be back late, probably not before nine o'clock.

It was less than a ten-minute walk to Keita's house.

“It’s quite classic!” Yuki seemed to appreciate it, and Keita was a little proud. He used to dislike hearing people talk about old houses or old buildings, but since a few years ago, he'd seen them in magazines with color photos or on television, and started to think his own house was quite nice.

Of course, some parts of the interior had been renovated, and there were many new appliances. The kitchen, bathroom, and Keita's room were all very modern.

Yuki, probably because they didn't have a brother, seemed quite curious about Keita's room.

“Please sit down.”

Yuki chose a spot by the bed. She wasn't wary at all, and Keita thought that if he went over and kissed her immediately, she might accept.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Beer, please." Yuki said, playfully sticking out her tongue.

"Really?"

Keita took a sip of beer, but had no experience swallowing it, and found it strange that an adult liked such a bitter drink. Yuki brought the beer from the kitchen, poured it into a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yuki handed the glass back to Keita, who, afraid she would look down on him, decided to drink it too.

While pouring the beer, Yuki stared at Keita, as if testing his courage. Keita drank it with a calm expression. He almost vomited halfway through, but seeing Yuki's gaze, he forced himself to swallow.

He felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and his mind went blank: "I'm satisfied."

The two of them shared half a bottle of beer.

"Hehehe, your face is red."

Yuki's own face was also a little red, and she found it cute.

Thinking of this, her lower abdomen immediately began to swell. Keita sat down next to her and immediately kissed her boldly. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, plus the fact that she was two years younger than him, that Keita became even bolder.

Yuki immediately responded, her soft tongue slipping into Keita's mouth. To be honest, Keita didn't quite understand how to kiss, thinking it was just touching lips together, so he was surprised. Yuki's tongue had a milky smell and was a little sweet. Yuki used her tongue to lick her gums, intertwining with Keita's tongue. Keita felt like he was drunk, wondering why it felt so good.

He began to feel the flames of lust enveloping him, not knowing how to respond, only sticking out his tongue. Yuki's tongue withdrew, so Keita's tongue entered Yuki's mouth, moving around inside.

Yuki took a deep breath, shaking her head as if in pain, her tongue retracting. At that moment, Keita, disregarding everything, picked up Yuki and pushed her onto the bed. Keita's body was already experiencing an uncontrollable urge, and he found himself touching Yuki's breasts through her clothes.

Just then, Keita received a slap across the face, and at the same time saw Yuki glare at him with a terrifying expression, slapping him again.

"I knew it, you and Kayama are in cahoots." The girl's voice was serious. After speaking, Yuki stood up and looked at Keita with contempt.

Keita sat there with a surprised expression, not understanding what she meant by "in cahoots." Because Souichi hadn't given him any instructions, he felt very resentful.

"Playing dumb won't work," Yuki's voice remained stern.

"What do you mean by 'a group'?"

"You're quite the actor. I know Kayama wants to break up with me. He must have said to you, 'Sleep with her!' and used that as an excuse to break up with me, am I right?"

Keita wanted to deny it, but didn't say it aloud.

If that's the case, Souichi should have discussed it with him, Keita immediately thought to himself. If Souichi had this intention, now was the time to help him. Therefore, it would be best to rape Yuki according to Souichi's wishes.

Yuki tried to leave the room, but Keita acted swiftly. "Wait a minute!" he lunged at Yuki, shoving her with considerable force. The girl, strong-willed but lacking strength, collapsed onto the bed, her dress skirt billowing like a flower, revealing yellow panties underneath; the green dress and yellow combination looked strikingly vibrant.

"What are you doing?" Yuki pressed her skirt down, rolling her eyes at Keita.

"You hit me first."

"Because of your lewd behavior."

Keita felt he might not be able to win an argument: "I'm going to get revenge."

Keita slapped her, not with great force, but the sound was still loud.

"I'm going to tell Dad and Mom."

Keita instinctively felt things were going to get serious. Yuki's father was a famous writer; what would he do? "Right, now that we've gone this far, we can't give up halfway.

" For himself and for Satoshi, he had to achieve his goal of raping Yuki. A fifteen-year-old girl being raped wouldn't tell the whole story; she'd probably keep it a secret. Keita had taken a gamble on this.

"Just say it. It's not just you; your father and mother will be disgraced too."

Fear appeared on Yuki's face. Keita believed his thinking was correct, so he had to act immediately and make it clear that he had raped her.

Keita jumped onto Yuki like a diver, and as he tried to unbutton her clothes, Yuki began to struggle. Keita slapped her hard again, and Yuki looked at him with fear. If he stopped now, Keita would lose.

With a heavy heart, he quickly unbuttoned her clothes and pulled down her top. Under the almost transparent apron, he saw a yellow bra. Her breasts weren't very large, but Keita was excited by her childlike body, so different from his mother's and Kimiko's. When he tried to pull the skirt off her feet, Yuki kicked him hard. He saw the yellow thong again, but Keita was knocked to the ground. Yuki tried to get up and escape, but when he grabbed her legs, Yuki also fell to the ground. This time, he ruthlessly pulled the dress off her feet.

"No...no..." Yuki cried, trying to get up. Keita straddled her, pulling down the petticoat and bra straps together.

Although her breasts were small, they possessed an indescribable sensuality, stimulating Keita's desire. Instead of grabbing, he rubbed her breasts with his palms. Yuki arched her back, shaking her head violently. His palms immediately felt her nipples begin to protrude. This unexpected result surprised Keita; her appearance was clearly arousing.

"No...no..." Yuki continued to cry out.

At this moment, Keita licked her other breast. "Ah..." Yuki let out a sweet sound, seemingly unable to bear it, and the resistance in her body quickly disappeared. Her shaking her head, her cries, her resisting movements—everything seemed to lack strength, but occasionally she would try to push Keita's body away with unexpected force.

He couldn't be too careless. Keita pressed his weight onto Yuki, continuing to caress her with his palms and tongue.

His tongue clearly felt the hardening of her nipples, and Yuki's breathing began to quicken. Although he didn't know where it came from, there was a strong milky scent.

Keita pressed his erect penis, through his pants, against the slightly bulging area between Yuki's legs; just that felt good. "Oh, no..." Yuki's twisting body stimulated his penis, almost causing it to explode. Keita felt anxious, thinking that he had to ejaculate inside Yuki's body first, so that he could continue doing it many more times later.

Soon after, Yuki's body went limp, gently releasing her breasts. Now the target was her lower body. Keita observed Yuki's reaction while lifting her petticoat. He saw a dark shadow in the center of her yellow panties, an area that was quite large, surprising Keita. It was even larger than his mother's. Should he take it off? Hoping for a smooth process, Keita pressed his palm against her mons pubis, and Yuki's body moved slightly.

He could feel the presence of hair through the panties and gently brushed it. Yuki tilted her head back, revealing her snow-white throat. Keita gently pressed his fingers against the cleft, and was surprised again, because the panties there were already wet and sticky, and he gently rubbed it up and down there.

"Ugh... Ah..." Her buttocks twisted, as if she was in pain, swaying from side to side. There were no more problems. Keita suppressed his excitement and, to arouse her, gently and cautiously moved his fingers. The wet area on her panties grew larger and larger; it was probably time…

Keita slipped his hand inside the panties, and the moment he touched the wet pubic hair, he was immediately pushed away. He wondered where she hid such strength.

“No, absolutely not!” she said firmly.

Keita was still too young; he immediately became impulsive, forgetting how he couldn't get her to agree, and suddenly tried to pull down her panties.

“What are you doing? No!…” Yuki, who had been like a dead person, began to resist again.

The panties tore, revealing the girl's vulva through the tear; the amount of pubic hair was unlike that of a fifteen-year-old girl. That lewd feeling excited Keita, and combined with anger, it became pure violence.

He forcibly spread Yuki's legs, which struggled desperately. He pinched her thighs mercilessly, causing Yuki to scream and lose all strength. Keita pressed his face against Yuki's labia, licking wherever it was wet. Her juices were already flowing freely, and her small buttocks bounced back as he sucked.

Deep within the thick pubic hair were tiny, rice-grain-sized buds surrounded by skin. He licked them with his tongue, and Yuki lifted her buttocks again, as if she had a very sensitive constitution.

Keita parted her labia; unlike his mother or Kimiko, there weren't large fleshy folds. Yuki appeared very small, a childlike pink, but only her pubic hair shone with a jet-black sheen, a very lewd sight. Keita hurriedly pulled out his penis from his pants, his own lubricant wetting the glans, and immediately moved it towards her vulva.

Yuki, perhaps noticing the commotion, began to struggle violently again. Keita twisted her soft thighs forcefully, and Yuki screamed and became still.

"Now I'll put it in..." Keita said harshly, thrusting forcefully into her vaginal opening due to the fierce resistance.

Yuki reflexively lifted her buttocks, and Keita's penis slid in deeply. Although there was considerable resistance, their movements were synchronized, and surprisingly, it entered easily. Keita smiled wryly; he had expected Yuki to twist her buttocks to escape, but instead, she lifted them. Because of the intense struggle, Keita quickly ejaculated, finally ending his first time...

After ejaculating, Keita continued to caress her breasts. Just as he had predicted, his penis, which had shrunk by half, began to swell inside Yuki's vagina. This time, he would go slowly...

At this moment, he heard a sob; Yuki was crying.

"It's too late to cry now." Since that was the case, Keita carefully moved his buttocks. Five minutes, ten minutes, he continued to endure.

Suddenly, the sobbing stopped and replaced by rapid breathing. His penis moved more smoothly, and Keita could clearly feel the warm, sticky fluid surrounding it. Yuki's hands gripped Keita's back with great force, and her vagina began to contract violently.

"Ah... what am I going to do... no..." Yuki cried out, twisting her body desperately, then becoming like a wooden pillar. At that moment, Keita ejaculated a large amount of semen.

Keita deliberately wore a bathrobe over his naked body and escorted Yuki to the door. Before they reached the door, he forced Yuki to hold his penis. As Yuki put on her shoes, Keita took off his bathrobe and wrapped his yellow briefs around his erect penis. Yuki ran out the door with a crying expression.

Yoko returned in a taxi, opened the old-fashioned sliding door, and walked across the paved path to the entrance. The old houses of her neighbors on both sides had all been replaced by modern apartment buildings; her family was probably the only one that remained unchanged.

Staying home made her feel awkward with Keita, and she went to see her favorite play, but her heart remained uneasy. Unable to bear the pain of loneliness, she let her son see what a woman should be ashamed of, thus inciting Keita and leading to the horrific act of incest between mother and son. Even with regret, it was too late. Since that day, she tried her best to remain calm, treating Keita the same as before, but her heart was far from at peace.

Her husband was still away on a business trip. If there were a maid, she could talk to her and forget about her relationship with Keita, but being alone with Keita only made her feel heavy-hearted. Fortunately, Keita hadn't made any more demands since then, but not understanding what her child was thinking still terrified her.

A deep, unbridgeable chasm formed between mother and son. Yoko felt deeply saddened by this unchangeable reality, her heart filled with unease. As she reached for the key at the side door, someone suddenly burst out.

A young girl she'd never seen before, her face streaked with tears. Their bodies collided; though smaller, her momentum was immense, nearly knocking Yoko, who was larger, overtook her. Seeing Keita standing almost naked inside, Yoko instantly knew what had happened at home. The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing at Yoko before running away without looking back.

"Wait…" Yoko chased after her desperately. She knew what was going on without even asking; a premonition lingered that letting the girl home like this would lead to something terrible.

Keita, locked in his room, recalled what had happened with Yuki. At first, she had resisted, but in the end, hadn't she completely obeyed him? It felt so good; hadn't she almost never resisted?

Keita couldn't possibly understand the psychology of a girl Yuki's age; Yuki was just an ordinary girl in that respect.

Yuki was furious at herself for giving in to Keita, letting out excited moans in his arms, a clear expression of her anger at herself for breaking up with Kayama Soichi. She hated Keita, feeling extremely uncomfortable because everything seemed to be going her way.

Seeing Keita watching her get dressed with a triumphant smile, she suddenly burst into tears, the tears turning into a sob: "I'm going to tell everyone!" Yuki slapped Keita hard.

Keita, now only wearing flesh-colored pants, laughed again: "Didn't you make those beautiful sounds? From now on, you'll be my woman."

Deeply traumatized, Yuki rushed outside and encountered Yoko there. It was terrible that her mother was back; she wondered what the two of them were doing. Keita anxiously awaited his mother's return.

Thirty minutes passed, an hour passed… Keita drifted off to sleep without realizing it. A noise woke him up, and he saw his mother standing before him. The room lights were off, so he couldn't see her expression clearly, but she seemed to be crying.

“Mom wants to die!” These were the first words his mother spoke, and then silence fell between them again. Before his mother returned, Keita had tried to justify himself, but hearing her sorrowful voice made him feel incredibly guilty. He didn't want to see his mother's crying face, especially since he was the cause.

“You've completely changed. You used to be my hope…” These words seemed forced out, then turned into sobs. He turned and immediately left the room.

“I used to be Mom's hope, but I've become the son of a devil.” Keita seemed to understand his mother's feelings. From childhood, everything his mother did revolved around him, a situation that continued until middle school, and even now in high school.

He was well aware of this, but his interest in the opposite sex had swelled to its maximum, and he couldn't control his interest or curiosity.

However, he knew he wasn't alone; boys his age shared the same struggle. Keita silently apologized to his mother, but he also knew his interest in girls wouldn't diminish.

That evening, Yoko and Keita didn't meet, and the next morning Keita didn't see his mother either, because she was gone when he woke up.

The maid, who worked the commute, spoke casually as always: "Where's your mother?"

"I don't know!"

"Where could she have gone so early?"

As if it were none of his business, Keita told Souichi about what had happened the day before at school.

"Yuki didn't come to see me, looks like everything's going well. I'll introduce you to some new girls soon."

Keita said, "I need to start preparing for university entrance exams soon, so I shouldn't be seeing girls for now." This was a gentle way of refusing.

"That's true," Souichi immediately agreed with Keita's suggestion.

Souichi was very composed in this regard; one could say he had the demeanor of an adult. "Is that why I like him?" Keita thought to himself.

The coffee shop Keita and Souichi frequented was full of female university students. Keita's desire was ignited by their aura, even earning him a warning from Souichi: "Don't look at women with that impatient gaze."

When Keita and Souichi parted ways to go home alone, he saw a female student squatting near his house, and felt a sudden unease. He thought it was Yuki, but upon closer inspection, he saw an ordinary-looking girl who didn't resemble Yuki at all. The girl seemed to be observing insects on the hedge. When she noticed Keita turning around, she smiled shyly.

Her pale thighs were visible through her crouching skirt. Keita responded with an unnatural smile, while his erection began to swell. The girl immediately stood up warily, not because she realized she was getting an erection, but because she reacted appropriately to Keita's smile and sudden seriousness. Keita hurriedly went inside.

"You're back."

His mother was there to greet him at the door. This was usually the case, but since they shared a secret, she had become like a maid. It was unprecedented for his mother to speak to him at the door about yesterday's events, and Keita looked at her with a serious expression.

"Everything's settled. Don't worry, just focus on your studies," Yoko said before going into the kitchen and talking to the maid.

To be honest, Keita finally relaxed and thanked his mother. His mother went after Yuki, and what they talked about was completely unpredictable. She went out very early this morning, perhaps about that.

At dinner time, his mother came to his room. Keita, engrossed in his studies, felt comforted by his mother's sweet fragrance.

"Mom is like the lubricant in my life. Without her, I probably couldn't do anything well. I shouldn't make her sad, but I also feel like she's happy to sacrifice for me."

This explanation is very selfish, but it's true that Yoko actually possesses this spirit of self-sacrifice. Keita sensed it with his youthful intuition, probably because they were mother and son by blood.

At dinner, it was just the two of them, but Yoko seemed more talkative than usual, and Keita unconsciously forgot he was an unfilial son.

His mother had drunk brandy, and her face was slightly flushed; Keita thought it was very beautiful. In Keita's mind, he saw his mother's expression as his father caressed her; it looked like she was in pain, but she was actually happy. Keita felt as if he heard the voice of a demon in his heart.

Keita felt a suffocating pain; being with his mother seemed to be painful.

"What's wrong?" His mother's gentle eyes held a hint of doubt.

"Nothing. When is Dad coming home?"

"The television work is always later than scheduled, never earlier."

The two looked at the posters on the wall at the same time. A beautiful actress, often seen by Qizao, smiled at the mother and son. Qitai thought of the actress who had caused a scandal with his father during junior high school and muttered, "That's why he became impotent."

After dinner, Qitai went back to his room to study, feeling quite good.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, he went to the kitchen, but his mother wasn't there. He heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. The moment he heard that sound, Qitai's carefully maintained balance collapsed instantly, as if a demon was tempting him.

Qitai went to the bathroom. The dressing room door was slightly ajar. Qitai looked in through the fogged glass door and could see his mother's snow-white naked body, probably showering. Her round buttocks were particularly prominent. Qitai's blood began to surge, and his corpus cavernosum rapidly swelled.

His mother's body seemed to respond to Qitai's urge, turning towards the glass door. Qitai's eyes were fixed on her lower body. He vaguely saw black pubic hair, and Keita gripped his erection tightly.

This was the very thing that had penetrated that patch of black hair, inserted into the hot crevice of her flesh; that intense image resurfaced in his mind: "From that moment on, Mom was mine."

Keita's mind and body had reached a point where there was no turning back. He quietly left, but by then, his mind was made up.

Yoko returned to her room, a towel draped over her shoulders. The alcohol she had drunk earlier left her feeling lightheaded. She locked the door, sat at her vanity, and gently applied toner to her face. Yoko wasn't a particularly proud woman, but in her heart, she believed she still possessed considerable beauty, yet her husband couldn't love her body. Yoko unwrapped the towel, immediately releasing a fragrant scent.

Yoko felt a pang of resentment towards her beautiful body. If she had aged twenty or thirty years instantly, she wouldn't have this instinctive feeling. Gently caressing her breasts, she felt her blood boiling.

Thinking of her husband abroad, when would she finally receive love?

But then she was suddenly surprised; hadn't she just received love a few days ago?

At that moment, Keita's young body appeared in her mind. How could she be thinking such things? Yoko hurriedly chased away her son's image, forcefully extinguishing the delusions in her mind. As she left the dressing table to put on her pajamas, Yoko doubted her eyes; the image she had just chased away had become a real person standing behind the curtains.

"Keita..." But no sound came out, only a humming sound.

"Mom..." Keita, seeing his mother's series of movements, was completely aroused; a tent had already pitched in front of his loose pajamas.

Yoko, seeing her son suddenly appear, was startled and didn't know what to say, but it was obvious that her son had shown desire.

"You can't do this..." As if anticipating her son's next move, a hoarse voice came from her mouth.

“Mom… too…” Keita seemed to only be able to say this one sentence as he walked over.

Yoko, standing in front of the dressing table, seemed frozen in place, her desire clearly ignited. Although her son had suddenly appeared, the fire of desire didn't seem to have died down; on the contrary, seeing his erect penis seemed to ignite a spark within her.

However, she hadn't completely lost her maternal rationality. Yoko managed to maintain her composure, though only for a fleeting moment. The wicked thought of having something hard inserted into her itchy spot was immediately banished by pride and reason.

Even so, feelings and the body are completely different things; what the mind understands, the body may not accept. “No, I have to forget that,” Yoko said, indicating that she was still fixated on the past incestuous relationship between mother and son.

Keita approached, and Yoko stretched out her hands—a woman's instinct, yet there was no hint of a firm refusal. Keita grabbed his mother's hands and pulled hard, Yoko's body tilting forward like a willless puppet, colliding with him.

A fragrance wafted into Keita's nostrils, seeping into his body.

"No…" But Yoko's voice sounded only obligatory, lacking any real willpower.

Keita's body was filled with strength, revealing his masculine instincts. Only after being embraced by this powerful force did Yoko's body begin to resist, but it was too weak to overturn Keita's strength or will. Yoko's soft body swayed powerlessly in her son's arms, a sight that only intensified Keita's desire.

Yoko felt her son's penis throbbing. This sensation traveled to her mons pubis, causing her to hastily retreat. However, when Keita pressed down on her relentlessly, her body went limp and she gave up resisting. Keita wasn't impatient, but he knew that once they were physically joined, things would be easier later.

"No, no..." Her breaths sounded like she was in pain, and Keita could sense the woman's desire. As he gently rubbed his face against his mother's, Yoko's body swayed, slowly falling backward. Just as Keita had planned, mother and son lay intertwined on the bed, his erect penis pressing against Yoko's lower abdomen.

"Get away, I won't agree." But these words had no persuasive power against her son, who had become a beast. Yoko only uttered words of refusal in her sleep, even as her body began to overflow with lustful fluids. Although she was wearing a yukata, her lower body was still naked.

Just embracing her tightly gave Keita immense pleasure; the scent emanating from his mother grew stronger, and his body swayed weakly from side to side. Keita reached the point of near-explosion simply by rubbing his penis against the most likely spots on his mother's body.

"Just cum like that!" Keita thought to himself, considering the future.

Because he was too young, he couldn't compete one-on-one with his mature mother; only by cumming once or twice could he perhaps maintain an equal footing.

Having made this decision, Keita began to move his hips lasciviously; with this resolve in his mind, he seemed able to last longer than he expected. Soon after, Yoko began to breathe sweetly.

"Okay... like this, like this..." Keita adjusted his body position, ensuring his erect penis touched the wettest spot.

Instead, Yoko wrapped her arms around Keita's neck and hugged him tightly. "I'm coming..." Ejaculation came instantly onto Keita.

After this, probably nothing else would happen.

Yoko still had the rationality of a mother, but she was very fragile.

Keita's body suddenly stopped moving. "Mom..." The son hugged his mother tightly, and Yoko hugged her son tightly too. Right on Yoko's genitals, the hot penis began to explode, semen spreading through their pajamas, emitting a strong smell. This smell gave Yoko pleasure, but she couldn't show it openly, swallowing the moan that was about to escape her lips.

"Okay, it's over." She wanted to gently push her son away, but Keita hugged her even tighter, so Yoko had to wait for Keita to calm down.

"I don't know when, but this child has already reached the age where he needs a woman." Just as she was thinking this, something happened that confused Yoko.

The semen her son had ejaculated seeped through her pajamas onto her lower abdomen and the bed, and less than ten minutes later, it began to be pressed against something hard again. At the same time, Keita's body, which had been motionless like a corpse, began to move slowly again

. With those lewd movements, the hard penis swelled even more, almost causing Yoko pain in her pubic area. Keita observed his mother's reaction and could see that she was shocked. Not knowing what attitude she would take, Keita slowly twisted his hips.

"Didn't you already finish? Don't do this, Mom is in pain." She tried to push Keita away, but it seemed she couldn't muster any strength.

"Mom, I want it inside me," Keita said to his mother in a deliberately coquettish tone.

"How can you do that!" His voice was low but powerful.

"I swear I won't do anything bad again, so give it to me, Mom."

As Keita rocked his body like a child, all of Yoko's erogenous zones were stimulated, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She thought, "How could this happen?" But then she thought, "Only I can teach this child to force himself on that middle school girl named Hattori Yuki to release his sexual desires." This son terrified Yoko.

Keita was the son she had carried for ten months. Standing between these two conflicting thoughts, Yoko didn't know what to do.

"Sacrifice and dedication," was the motto of Yoko's university. It didn't matter if she had her own misfortunes, but she didn't want to become someone who could cause misfortune to others and remain indifferent. But… Yoko's heart wavered.

"Put it in, and I'll never do anything bad again." Keita's hand reached from the neckline of her pajamas towards her breasts. Yoko didn't speak, trying to pull his hand away, but Keita was stronger, and the word "sacrifice" kept echoing in her mind.

Keita's hot hand gripped her breasts, the pain from which, the initial numbness in her mind, immediately traveled to the flesh between her legs, soon plunging her into a vortex of ecstasy.

"No..." she kept saying, the intervals between her words gradually widening until only rapid breathing remained. Unlike

Yoko, Keita could observe his mother with a fairly clear mind, because everything had been calculated from the beginning, his observation was very precise, and when necessary, he could resort to violence simply because she was his mother. He had agreed because she was his mother, and he had planned it all along. Moreover, things were going in the ideal direction Keita had predicted.

Because her pajamas were front-opening, her breasts were quickly exposed. She buried her face between them, seemingly smelling milk, and took deep breaths.

For Yoko, her son's behavior gradually immersed her in the sweet atmosphere of motherhood, and she felt a longing to embrace a child. But Keita didn't want milk; he wanted adult sex.

Poor Keita, yet she couldn't hold him tightly in her arms. Clearly, Yoko was caught in a dilemma. She wanted it, but didn't know what would happen; it was just self-deception. Her son's desire was obvious; "mother and son committing adultery"—the terrifying words flashed through her mind.

The first mistake might be forgiven, but the second time... her body no longer obeyed, even her reason was becoming one with her body. Keita's hand reached down; her pubic mound was wet and sticky from his semen, and his hot hand caressed her pubic hair. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't speak.

"Mom, I love you."

"No, that won't do," Yoko cried out in her heart. "One day you'll find someone suitable for you. You must give your heart to that person. Mom will give you her already soiled body. Mom is willing to sacrifice for you." Yoko made this resolution, but she couldn't offer her body willingly, absolutely not.

Yoko was like a seabird floating on waves, letting her son manipulate her body as he pleased; she simply closed her eyes.

Yoko's attitude immediately reached Keita. Afraid his mother's resolve would waver, Keita quickly and completely opened the front of her nightgown. The contrast between her snow-white belly and black pubic hair was striking. Keita wanted to see clearly, so he moved his body downwards, reaching her lower abdomen. He could see her breasts on one hand, and her mons pubis on the other.

He touched her pubic hair; it was already wet. As he ran his fingers like a comb, Yoko's lower abdomen suddenly began to rise and fall. He carefully moved his palm closer, pressing the fleshy part of his wrist under her pubic hair.

According to Keita's prediction, there should be the most sensitive protrusion there. Pressing it two or three times, he immediately saw his mother's reaction. Her buttocks began to twitch slightly, and Keita continued rubbing upwards.

"Ah..."

Hearing his mother's soft moan, the young Keita became even more excited.

Looking at his mother's face from below, although he couldn't see her expression clearly, he knew her snow-white Adam's apple was exposed, swaying weakly from side to side. Keita switched to using his fingers. The bean-sized protrusion peeked out from the pubic hair. He simply pinched it with his fingers, and his mother's soft buttocks wiggled, rotating slowly without force.

"Ah... um..."

The sound grew louder, and smelling the woman's fragrance, Keita's face continued to move downwards, pressing his face against her thigh. He saw sparse hair, and against the moist mons pubis, he saw the glistening protrusion. At this moment, Keita thought of Matsudaira Kimiko's enormous clitoris; compared to that, his mother's was much smaller.

"Bite it with your teeth..." he seemed to hear Kimiko say again.

Keita thoroughly played with the sensitive clitoris with his fingers, then blew a puff of hot air onto it.

"Ah..." Keita heard his mother's moan of pleasure, and felt the mucous membrane of the slit tremble slightly on his fingers. Without realizing it, his waist and buttocks were moving.

"Mom, I'll make you feel even better." Keita dipped his finger in the nectar emanating from the slit and smeared it on the tip of the clitoris.

The clitoris seemed particularly sensitive; even a light touch with his finger made it open like a fresh clam. Keita's finger went deeper, and he licked the clitoris with his tongue.

The licking made the clitoris seem to ignite; it was very likely real. Yoko's breath came in rapid gasps, and his fingers, inserted between her petals, could clearly feel the hot nectar overflowing.

"As expected, Mom can't resist me; after all that arguing, she still listens to me," Keita thought. But upon further studying Yoko's psychology, it seemed there was a side to her that wasn't entirely sacrificing for her son.

Yoko was just making excuses for herself; a more accurate viewpoint was that Yoko's body couldn't resist the temptation of sexual desire. Yoko's body craved a man; the intense desire of a thirty-year-old woman, once ignited, could not be extinguished, even for the intelligent Yoko.

Mother and son thus shared a secret; this relationship absolutely could not be known to anyone. Therefore, once formed, it was closer than any other relationship, one could say more united. At first, Yoko appealed to her son's conscience, but somehow she had already fallen into a trap, and there was no other way.

Keita lifted his nightgown, wanting his mother to grasp his hard penis. Yoko hesitated. If it were a stranger, she might have readily grasped it. There was still some reservation, but this clever mother didn't realize that this timidity only provoked the man more, making him even more excited.

Originally, since things had come to this point, she should have accepted it without hesitation, letting her son quickly achieve his goal, without needing to invest more emotion. But because of the barrier between mother and son, shame took precedence, and this feeling manifested in the action, ironically stimulating the man's heart.

"Mom, touch it!" Keita forcefully pulled his mother's hand. His erect penis seemed to be overflowing with lubricating fluid; Yoko's palm felt wet.

Finally, she reluctantly grasped the erection. Although not the size of an adult man's penis, it was full of desire, hot as fire. She felt sorry for her sighing son, but also a little afraid.

“Mom, move a little!”

As she gently rubbed it with her fingers, the foreskin of his penis would stretch and contract; her husband, on their wedding night, had asked Yoko to do this. His penis grew harder and harder in her palm, throbbing violently. Thinking about ejaculating, Keita touched his vulva and found his groin burning hot. Feeling embarrassed, he pulled back slightly.

“Mom wants me to touch it too, right?” Keita’s voice was full of confidence.

"You're right, come and touch it!" If only she could say that. Yoko continued to silently rub the penis.

Keita's fingers touched the mucous membrane of the vulva, stroking it from top to bottom and bottom to top in sync with Yoko's movements. Unconsciously, their movements became perfectly synchronized.

Yoko realized she might be the first to succumb; her vulva, deprived of such pleasure in a long time, began to tremble. Keita skillfully stroked her labia, occasionally rubbing her fully protruding clitoris with his other fingers. At this moment, Yoko was only focused on enjoying her own pleasure; her hand had left the penis, and she was completely passive. Keita's fingers moved very subtly and gently, yet the pleasure they brought was incredibly intense. Her whole body felt like it was falling into an abyss, an indescribably wonderful feeling; her lower body felt like it was melting.

"Ah, good..." She was about to say "stop," but the words slipped out. It's very likely that Yoko herself didn't know she would say such a thing.

Strangely, Yoko didn't fully express pleasure; she seemed to still have some self-control, occasionally saying, "You can't do this." To help his mother fully enter the vortex of pleasure, Keita gradually moved his body downwards, pressing his lips to her labia and sucking incessantly. When he hugged Yoko's round buttocks tightly, his lips and labia were completely in sync, licking not only the mucous membrane but also the clitoris and perineum. A constant flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva made Keita's face sticky, as if covered in glue.

Yoko's body was acting before her will. Hearing her beautiful moans, Keita sucked on the thick nectar, using his tongue to separate and suck on each labia. Yoko's will finally caught up with her body's sensuality.

Yoko had completely transformed into a woman, a mature woman caught in a powerful sexual frenzy. Yoko's body trembled incessantly; her most sensitive genitals began to anticipate the immediate insertion of her son's penis.

Yoko's legs were spread as wide as they could possibly go, her son's tongue deeply penetrating her vagina, clearly feeling the sphincter muscles contract. Keita wasn't very used to sex; he was only a seventeen-year-old boy. Once the urge to seek pleasure arose, he could no longer control himself. Keita lifted his buttocks, his penis pressed against his stomach, and used his right hand to pull it down, aligning it with his mother's vulva.

"Ah..."

The enormous penis gradually approached the slit, finally hitting the barrier, rubbing back and forth along a line several times. Yoko couldn't bear it any longer, lifting her buttocks to try and swallow the penis, but each time it slipped away. Yoko hugged Keita's waist, pulling him in with all her might. Her vagina opened, and the thick penis "plop" entered.

"Ahhh..." The intense pleasure made Yoko's cries of pleasure drawn out.

Keita braced himself against his mother's sides, his upper body lifting off hers to reveal her full breasts. As he stood almost upright, he saw his own pubic hair intertwined with his mother's.

Keita maintained this position, inserting his fingers into her pubic hair, probing. "Ugh..." Yoko let out a sweet scream as her clitoris was suddenly pressed.

The man's penis was deeply inside her, already generating pleasure; now, the touch on her sensitive clitoris was unbearable, creating sensuality both inside and out.

Yoko not only made sounds but also began to vigorously twist her hips. What had been a slowly spreading pleasure now transformed into a powerful force.

"Mom, I see it! Mom and I are connected! Mom, look..."

Urged on by Keita, Yoko looked up. Just then, Keita slowly pulled his deeply inserted penis upwards, leaving only the glans inside her vagina, the shaft glistening with precum.

Yoko saw her own vagina, which had given birth to her son's penis, now swallowing it. At this moment, Yoko felt no guilt or remorse, only unusual excitement and an even stronger desire.

Keita began to slowly insert his penis, the thick shaft rolling her labia into her vagina.

"Ah..." Yoko gasped at the indescribably lewd sight. The excitement from the observation immediately surged to her brain, and her vagina immediately tightened around the inserted penis.

“Ah… Mom…” A powerful electric current surged through her spine as Keita thrust frantically.

Yoko, using the deeply inserted penis as a pivot, recklessly lifted her hips and rotated. Their breathing and piston-like movements were beautifully synchronized, both heading towards their desired goal.

“Ah, that’s great! Mom’s come!”

“Wait… I’m going to cum too!”

“Quick… Mom’s already come… Ah…”

At this moment, Keita couldn’t hold back any longer. His penis swelled to its maximum limit, then spasmed, ejaculating hot semen. Yoko felt a burning sensation in her uterus, and her head spun, gradually losing consciousness as if in a coma.

At this moment, the two were neither mother nor son, but simply a man and woman driven mad by lust.

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(Final Chapter)

Once the water begins to flow, it will not stop until it dries up.

There is no such thing as "drying up" between the young Keita and the fully mature Yoko, unless a serious problem arises; the secret relationship between mother and son seems destined to continue indefinitely. In fact, they have sex day and night, but during the day, a maid is present, and it is always Keita's unilateral request. Yoko, being a mother, would never initiate sex herself.

Moreover, Yoko doesn't always happily agree to Keita's requests; there's always a knot in her heart. But when Keita embraces her, on one hand, she wants to solve her son's sexual distress, and on the other hand, she cannot control her own inner sexual desire, making every effort to obtain the pleasure of being a woman.

Keita's expression grew brighter each day, and Yoko, knowing the reason, was glad her sacrifice hadn't been in vain.

Keita wasn't the only one appearing cheerful. "Madam, is the master coming back to Japan soon?" The maid assumed Yoko's cheerfulness was due to Keita's return, so she asked, observing Yoko's expression. At this age, they probably considered sexual intercourse a part of daily life and expressed it without any restraint.

Yoko simply smiled in response, thinking: If I told her her husband was impotent, she would be shocked.

"Oh right, he's coming back soon..." Thinking this, Yoko's mood began to darken.

It wasn't that she disliked her husband; she only felt gratitude towards him for working abroad for the family, never any resentment. “If only he could love me normally, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. Is it his fault, or mine…? Maybe it’s Keita who has a demon inside, or maybe it’s me…? Although I inevitably experience pain in my sex life with my husband, to have sex with my own son because of that is worse than being an animal. What will happen when my husband comes back…?” Thinking this, Yoko’s heart began to stir.

Keita was also very concerned about his father’s upcoming return to Japan; the date of his father’s return was written in Keita’s notebook. The closer that day got, the more concrete and passionate Keita’s love for his mother became.

Finally, the night before Keita was to return, Yoko soaked in the bathtub, thinking that Keita would come again tonight. Yoko thought to herself that in this short time, her body had completely become accustomed to Keita, and without her deliberately teaching him, Keita’s techniques with a woman’s body were already quite skillful, which surprised her.

Recalling her frenzied state and the unrestrained moans and groans she had uttered, she blushed... Feeling her body burning, dizzy from soaking in the hot water, Yoko stood up in the bathtub, already lost in her fantasies, causing sweet nectar to flow from her crotch. Yoko seemed impatient, gently parting her petals.

"Ah..." As she closed her eyes, it felt like sparks were about to fly, and at the same time, new nectar flowed from her vulva.

She hadn't used her fingers for a long time since her encounter with Keita, because mother and son often had sex, so there was no need to use them. Not using someone else's fingers, but using her own fingers to explore the pleasure, brought a different feeling. Yoko brought the fingers that had touched her vulva to her face; they were slightly warm, as if coated with glue. She brought her fingers to her nose, faintly smelling a sour odor.

Almost at that moment, the glass door of the bathroom was suddenly pulled open. Yoko, realizing her secret had been seen, felt extremely nervous.

“Mom…” Keita came up behind Yoko and reached under her armpits to touch her breasts.

“What is it?”

“Hehe…” A laugh rang in Yoko’s ear.

“What…”

Keita grabbed Yoko’s fingers that had been touching her vulva: “You can’t play with yourself alone.” Yoko

had no answer and could only lower her head.

“Is Mom really that lonely? If so, I have a responsibility.”

Keita parted Yoko’s legs, first stroking her pubic hair, then her clitoris, Yoko’s weight pressing against Keita.

“Mom, Dad is coming back tomorrow.” Keita’s voice wasn’t as cheerful as usual.

"Yes..."

"This needs to end..." Yoko swallowed the words she didn't say. Could this kind of thing just let things continue naturally? There had to be an end, otherwise...

But this thought was suddenly interrupted as several fingers ruthlessly invaded her vaginal opening. Her clitoris ached from the pressure of the fingers, and a pulsating penis pressed tightly against her from behind, even sliding down her buttocks and touching her perineum, its round head seemingly poised to pierce her vagina. However, there were already other customers inside, freely moving about, so Yoko was being stimulated from both ends simultaneously.

Keita hadn't read any books about sex, but he experimented with various methods on his mother. That day, Keita wanted to try anal penetration, and he felt it was best to start from behind to achieve this.

Keita had already experienced rear-entry sex, so he knew how the anus would be exposed. Soichi had told him that a woman's body had erogenous zones, so the curious Keita had always wanted to try anal sex.

His father's impending return was one of the reasons Keita decided to go ahead with it... he wanted to fully enjoy his father's mother's body, and Keita himself had a great interest in anal sex, hoping to see new changes in his mother through it.

"Ah..."

Hearing his mother's sweet voice, Keita felt a surge of pleasure: "Mom, is it comfortable?"

Yoko's chin jutted forward slightly, nodding like a little girl. Keita's heart was filled with joy, his fingers moved more gently, and his penis, pressed against his mother's buttocks, grew even thicker.

“Ah…uh…what should I do…” Yoko couldn’t help but wriggle her hips, her fingers making indescribable lewd sounds inside her vagina, which now became the background music that heightened their sensuality.

“Mom, it’s too heavy, hold on there!” Keita told his mother to lean her body against the edge of the bathtub.

Because she was completely powerless, her upper body was bent over so badly that Yoko’s face was almost touching the water in the bathtub. Keita squatted down behind his mother, and from under her high, protruding buttocks, he could see everything very clearly.

“So big…” That was Keita’s first impression.

Indeed, if you look at a woman’s vulva from the front, it is hidden by thick pubic hair, and you can only see part of the fleshy opening. But if you look at it from the back, because the fleshy opening from both the front and back is completely clear, it would really shock someone seeing it for the first time. Since Keita had witnessed his parents having sex before and knew the truth, but never from this angle, the sight still astonished him, especially the indescribable lewd shapes and colors.

Keita pressed his face against his mother's buttocks like a male dog sniffing a female dog's rear. The view, viewed from the opposite angle, seemed obscene to the boy, but the unusual atmosphere emanating from it captivated and drew him in. Upon closer inspection, he realized that most of the erogenous zones were individually contracting or trembling, forming a magnificent vulva.

"What...what are you doing?" His mother's voice was soft, almost inaudible, but it also indicated her excitement.

Keita grasped the smooth, full mound of flesh with both hands and spread it apart, the overlapping mucous membranes splitting to reveal the complex structure inside the vaginal opening. Completely different from a simple cave, his fingers inside offered various sensations.

This time, Keita didn't use his fingers; he used his tongue, inserting it deeply into the opening. In that instant, the entire fleshy cleft writhed, the rough flesh walls clamping down on the tongue, and the wrinkled anus contracted even tighter.

He gently pushed a finger in there, while simultaneously, to prevent his mother's attention from being completely drawn to her anus, Keita's tongue thrust in and out like a penis.

Although he didn't know which aspect was working, his mother groaned, seemingly unable to bear it, wriggling her hips. Keita assumed the combined effect of his finger and tongue was giving his mother pleasure, so he continued to stimulate both orifices simultaneously.

Yoko's two breasts swayed on the edge of the bathtub; clearly, Yoko was using this method to stimulate her breasts, intensifying the pleasure Keita was experiencing… Keita gently withdrew his tongue from the orifice, then used it instead of his finger pressing on the anus.

“No…not there…”

Yoko felt the sensation of a tongue on her anus. Despite her screams and struggles, she stopped speaking when Keita caressed her clitoris with his palm. Only rapid breathing and low moans escaped her beautiful lips, thick nectar flowing onto his palm.

Keita coated his tongue with saliva and forcefully inserted it into her tightened anus.

“No! Not there…” Yoko began to twist her hips again, as if trying to escape the tongue's attack.

Perhaps it wasn't the right time… Keita immediately decided to withdraw from her anus, then completely engulfed her swollen labia and protruding clitoris in his mouth.

Because it was so sudden, Yoko couldn't help but scream, but was immediately assaulted by a mixture of pain and pleasure. That wonderful feeling made Yoko forcefully thrust her hips, which had been trying to escape, towards her son's face again.

Keita opened his mouth as wide as possible, licking the tender flesh and sucking the abundant nectar.

"Ah...uh...good...ah..."

The relentless waves of pleasure numbed and trembled Yoko's body, a feeling beyond willpower to control. Yoko desperately wanted to reach orgasm in this state, hoping to enjoy the final pleasure, hoping her body would explode with intense lust.

"Put it in...I can't take it anymore...put it in now...let me cum now..." Yoko recklessly pressed her breasts against the edge of the bathtub.

Keita gazed at his beautiful mother's wanton posture, his excitement growing even stronger.

"Ah...please...put it in quickly!"

Keita then lifted his body, kneeling on the ground, and impatiently gripped his penis with his right hand, adjusting its angle towards his target. He slowly thrust forward, the glans touching her labia.

"Ugh...ah..." Yoko's voice trembled with anticipation.

He gently inserted the glans, her engorged labia and glans rolling into her opening. At this moment, sticky, lustful fluid flowed out.

Keita fully enjoyed the scene before him, inserting his engorged penis further, like entering a bathtub full of water, overflowing with excess fluid—Yoko's vagina was already overflowing with nectar.

Before fully penetrating, Keita pressed a section of his pubic hair against her twitching anus. Yoko's body trembled, her buttocks swaying. At that instant, the figure-eight sphincter connecting her anus and vulva contracted violently.

The tip of his penis felt like it was about to be severed, but besides the pain, an even stronger pleasure surged from his penis to his lower back and then to the top of his head.

Keita was almost about to ejaculate; he was able to hold back because he wanted to reach the final climax with his mother at the same time, a strong desire that allowed him to barely suppress the urge. Keita decided not to move, as the stimulation was too intense, but he still fully inserted his penis into her vagina.

"Ugh... Ah..." Yoko experienced intense pleasure, preparing to reach the peak of her orgasm.

Keita inserted until his pubic bone and clitoris were completely aligned, and then began to rock back and forth. This was less stimulating than thrusting, and could potentially last longer, but it was also an action that would make his mother feel even more pleasure. He reached around with his left hand to rub her clitoris, which alone doubled the pleasure she received, and then, with his right fingers moistened with saliva, he rubbed around her anus, further increasing the pleasure.

Yoko was attacked from both ends simultaneously, her whole body trembling. The sensation was completely different from when only one spot was stimulated; a feeling of flying over her enveloped her, her uterus violently contracting and moving towards the opening.

Yoko gripped the edge of the bathtub, almost struggling to breathe from the continuous, intense pleasure, riding her son's assault towards the peak of orgasm.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum... Ah... This is so good... Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum!" Like a small boat being tossed about in a storm, Yoko lay motionless like a corpse.

Almost miraculously, Keita didn't ejaculate. If he had, tonight's plans would be ruined. Beads of sweat appeared on Keita's forehead, and Yoko's body gradually relaxed, losing strength from its tense state.

Keita's gaze was focused on the anus. Even from the tight opening, he could see the strength gradually waning; the wrinkled bud relaxed like a slowly blooming flower, though the anus wouldn't fully open due to its structure.

Keita aimed and dripped saliva, precisely wetting the area around the anus, then gently pulled his still-erect penis out of the opening. Yoko had released a large amount of vaginal fluid at the moment of her orgasm, so although his penis remained erect, it was pulled out without resistance.

Keita aligned the head of his penis with his mother's anus and pushed forward. "Ugh..." His mother's back arched back in tension. Keita gripped her buttocks, pushing his penis forward. The tightly closed anus opened almost unbelievably, and the head of his penis entered. His mother only groaned, showing no sign of pain.

Actually, Yoko did feel intense pain at this moment, but she also clearly felt an indescribable sensation—a terrifying, overwhelming wave—but Yoko also wanted to know the truth behind that sensation.

"Ah...it hurts..." Yoko said, shaking her buttocks.

The penis slowly entered her anus, and Yoko's whole body stiffened due to anxiety and tension, which only made her sphincter muscles tighten further.

"Ah...Mommy..." Although it hurt a little, it felt wonderful. Keita continued to thrust deeper, his glans touching something.

Keita's hand rubbed against Yoko's vulva, initially gently, but as the pleasure increased, his movements became rougher.

Her clitoris was being rubbed, her wet, fleshy opening was being played with, and a thick, young penis was being inserted into her anus. The intense pleasure generated by the constant stimulation finally made Yoko roar like a wild beast: "Ah..."

"What do I do! Mom's going crazy... Hold Mom tight... Ah... It's so strange, Mom's about to cum... Ah..." In the infernal realm of anal sex, Yoko was quickly brought to orgasm.

Keita's tension suddenly stopped. He felt a numbness in his mind, and it felt like sparks were exploding in his eyes... A large amount of white fluid overflowed from Yoko's anus, flowing down to her front...

Soon after, Keita's body slid off his mother's back, and Yoko lay on the edge of the bathtub like a dead person... Keita looked at the small opening in front of him, from which his semen was flowing, and a strange feeling arose: Would Mom agree to Dad doing this? ... Keita felt a sense of male superiority over his father.

For dinner after Keizao's return, since he had been away for a long time, the maid ate at the same table. This was Yoko's idea, as she was worried that the three of them might feel awkward eating together.

Yoko was relieved to see that Keita's attitude was normal. Of course, high school boys and girls are different in any family; they rarely speak to their families. Keita was always quiet, so his family didn't think much of it.

The conversation revolved around the gift Keizao had bought, and with the addition of the talkative maid, it was quite lively. Keita occasionally chimed in with questions about foreign countries.

Keizao hadn't enjoyed family time in a long time, and he happily drank quite a bit. Yoko, encouraged by her husband, also drank, and by the end of the meal, her face was flushed, surprising even the maid.

While the maid went home, Keita returned to his room. Yoko watched his retreating figure with unease, knowing what he was thinking. "He must be fantasizing about my husband and me having sex..." Thinking this, she felt incredibly sorry for her son. Although he returned to his room calmly, his mind was probably in turmoil.

Yoko's guess was spot on. Keita lay on the bed and began imagining the scene that would unfold in his parents' bedroom. "But Dad can't do anything..." Keita mocked his father's misfortune. However, even though they couldn't actually have a physical connection, he knew he could make Yoko happy in other ways, and knowing this, Keita couldn't find peace.

Keita waited patiently, hoping his mother would check if he was asleep, so he turned off the light.

Keita's prediction was correct. About an hour later, he heard his mother whisper outside the room, "Keita, are you asleep?"

The door opened, and his mother came to the bedside. Keita closed his eyes tightly. Yoko covered her son with the blanket and quietly left.

Thirty minutes later, Keita quietly left the room. Although not as intense as before, his heart was still racing…

When Keita peeked into his parents' room, Yoko had already taken her husband's limp penis into her mouth, and a huge dildo was inserted into her vagina. Yoko wasn't trying to absolve herself of guilt by caressing her husband's erect penis; she just felt guilty if she didn't…

Keita interpreted Yoko's passionate behavior as excitement or enjoyment from not having sex in a long time… but he never dreamed that this was Yoko's way of repaying her husband! Therefore, Keita carefully operated the electric dildo, resulting in Yoko experiencing a perverse pleasure that she couldn't feel when having sex with her son!

“Ah… you doing this… I will…” Her vaginal fluid overflowed from the dildo inserted into her vagina.

The base of the dildo, with a thumb-sized protrusion, pressed against her clitoris, while another one constantly rubbed against her anus. This three-pronged attack, each bringing a different kind of pleasure, almost made Yoko forget to caress her husband's penis, desperately twisting her body and uttering lewd moans.

Keita's eyes were pressed against the keyhole, but he could still clearly hear his mother's voice.

"Daddy can't have sex..." This was his only comfort.

Keita returned to his room, pulled out his penis, and closed his eyes. What appeared in his mind wasn't the hazy image of his mother's naked body as before, but now a very vivid one. Keita could remember what every part of his mother looked like.

"Ah...that's great...Mommy's going to cum! Keita...you cum too, cum inside Mommy!" As his mother's voice resurfaced in his mind, the room filled with the scent of young semen.

The next morning, his father drove Keita to school himself.

Keizao was very pleased with the mature look of his son, whom he hadn't seen in a short time, and his sex life with Yoko had gone smoothly, so he was overjoyed. As long as he doesn't get old, he believes he'll be cured of impotence someday. Until then, although he can't satisfy his wife with his own body, he can use various other methods to combat her desires.

Last night was just like that… Keita recalled the method he used on Yoko the first time, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Keita discovered that after the maid finished preparing dinner and went home.

Keita had been home from school for an hour, hoping the maid would leave soon. He wanted to have sex with his mother before his father returned, because remembering last night's events made his penis erect.

Finally, when the maid returned, he embraced his mother from behind while she was on the phone with his father. Yoko almost cried out, but managed to hold back.

After finishing the call with her husband, her son pulled her into his room.

"Mom…" Keita couldn't wait to take off Yoko's clothes.

“Ah-Qi…” Yoko wanted to tell him about her husband’s forced advances last night, because she knew she couldn’t hide it from Keita…

Just as she hesitated, Keita began to suckle her breast. Keita seemed more excited than ever before, sucking her breast and playing with her nipples, completely lacking any tenderness.

While Yoko was still thinking about last night, Keita asked, “Mom, did you do it last night?”

Yoko snapped back to reality, flustered by Keita’s overly explicit question, and answered without speaking.

“Mom, tell me!”

Thinking of her child’s jealousy, she felt sorry for him. “What can I do? We’re husband and wife,” Yoko could only reply. Keita

didn’t say a word to his mother’s answer, but his movements as he undressed seemed even rougher. After removing his mother's clothes, Keita stared intently at her naked body, trying to find traces of the previous night, but found nothing particularly different.

Just as he was about to remove the only thing left on her body—her panties—Keita noticed a change: the front of the white panties was also snow-white, where there should have been shadows of pubic hair, but there wasn't.

"…?" Keita thought he was seeing things and touched the panties, but there was no friction whatsoever. Keita impatiently pulled down Yoko's panties; the area where pubic hair should have been was completely shaved, leaving only white.

"Mom, this is…" Keita couldn't speak.

Keita felt intense jealousy about the unusual behavior that had occurred between his parents while he was asleep; something he hadn't expected was being enjoyed by his father, making him feel like a failure.

"Finally, he knows…" Yoko closed her eyes, but she could sense Keita's shock.

A hot hand gently caressed the hairless mons pubis, but it was less gentleness and more an attempt to find something there. Keita's body moved between her legs, suddenly and violently pulling her labia apart.

"It hurts..." Yoko quickly shut her mouth, spreading her legs wider with a sense of atonement, exposing everything to her son. A sound, whether surprise or astonishment, escaped Keita's lips.

Yoko felt a stinging sensation in her genitals; it must be Keita's fiery gaze fixed there. Yet, at that moment, Yoko was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Was Yoko ashamed that she felt sexually aroused at this moment?

"Spare Mommy..." Yoko's weak voice instantly turned into a sharp scream, as Keita's mouth kissed the tender flesh of her vulva... her entire labia and her already itchy clitoris were being rubbed by Keita's teeth. Yoko twisted her hips in this unprecedented pain and pleasure.

"Ah...good..."

Keita, unable to control his excitement today, aimed his lubricated glans at his mother's vulva and thrust in all at once.

"Ah..."

He plunged his steel-like penis deep inside, pumping violently from the start.

Although Keita's penis climaxed quickly, it remained inside her for less than five minutes before swelling again, this time ending with both of them reaching orgasm simultaneously.

Yoko and Keita's secret relationship intensified, Keita's demands becoming more frequent, even pulling his mother into the room to vent his desires when the maid was present.

Yoko felt uneasy and began putting sleeping pills in her husband's evening drinks. Even without alcohol, they acted as tranquilizers, helping to increase his energy, which she openly gave him.

Keita felt reassured by his mother's cooperation, but Yoko's heart grew increasingly heavy, as cold as winter.

One time, during intercourse in Keita's room, Yoko knew her husband would be home late.

"I don't need to give him his medication tonight..." This was her only comfort, so to avoid Keita making further demands later, Yoko focused solely on exhausting him.

Seeing his mother like this, Keita felt a pleasant fatigue and lay there watching his mother leave.

Yoko went to the hallway and wondered about the dampness in front of the door. Neither she nor Keita had brought any water from the bathroom, so why was there water? "If it were my husband, who should be home late, standing here..." This terrifying thought made Yoko shudder.

"Impossible...impossible..." Yoko rushed to the entryway, where there were more water stains, less than ten centimeters in diameter, resembling shoe prints.

Yoko searched every corner of the house, but there was no one there, only silence. With a heart pounding, she went outside, leaving footprints in the snow. The falling snow threatened to bury them.

Someone had come and gone; only one person could have entered the house.

The dark road was deserted. Where was her husband? She wondered what he was feeling now that he knew everything… Thinking about how he hadn't rushed into the room, Yoko felt an even greater sense of guilt.

Keizo had seen his two loved ones fall into an inescapable hell because he couldn't make his wife happy, so he decided to pretend he hadn't seen anything? Even so, how long could this situation last? Now, this family seemed to have a ticking time bomb.

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Postscript:

"I heard from Mom that Dad had discovered our relationship, and he was truly shocked. From that moment on, Mom's attitude changed...

But I still couldn't break off this relationship; you could say I'd fallen deeply in love with Mom... Not long after, I discovered someone had given me sleeping pills. Congyi, you're a smart person; you must know who it was."

I began to suspect that my mother might kill me, but she wouldn't just kill me alone; she would definitely die with me. I was prepared to accept that judgment.

Congyi, my father went abroad again for work at the end of the year, and my mother and I had a very happy New Year. But after the holidays, my mother and I might no longer be in this world; I had this premonition.

Please don't be sad for me, because you and Mom have also given me a happy life worth living for a lifetime... [Kita] [The

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