"Argh, that shit ending was total shit!"
His glowing amber eyes danced in glee as he looked away from the flickering lights of the television. Her stunning deep violet eyes were full of life, so much so that the lilac ones occupied his mind. His skin was creamy white and unblemished, and his face was heart-shaped and adorably innocent. Normally she wouldn't wear makeup, but tonight she had a little something around her eyes. That slight pink hue on her lips glinted under the spotlights shining from the living room ceiling. Illustrious blue braids framed her face. Long but straight, natural and elegant all at the same time. Even when she got out of bed, all she had to do was run a brush through her hair and instantly look phenomenal as usual She was the wet dream of all shinobi and the envy of all kunoichis, with huge breasts like no loose kimono can hide. It would be a thrill to see those wonderful twins bouncing around while she did the housework and especially enjoyed the moments when she leaned forward. Her ass had a mind of its own, as her fertile hips swayed hypnotically as she walked the streets.
Now he was swaying as she got to her feet, waving her hands, talking about the shitty movie they'd just watched. She would always get his attention every time she appeared in his field of vision. It's been that way for the past eighteen years. Most of the time, he couldn't even focus on her surroundings because he would be so wrapped up in drinking in her ethereal beauty. Oh, the times he tripped over random objects because he was walking while looking at her. Even when someone else was talking to him, he would tune out because her words were no longer registered in her mind.
She was the love of his life...
… She was the goddess of their worship…
… She was the first thing he could see when he was born…
… She was his mother.
"Meh, I agree with you, kaa-chan." He said, Koshiro Ryuichi, with a disdainful smile. "What did you think of the movie, tou-san?"
The older man, her father, Kishiyama Masaji, just shrugged. "It was good, but nevertheless, it wasn't worthy of our little Tuesday Film Festival tradition."
"Mhm… that knowing wasn't even that bad." He mumbled his mother, Koshiro Kimiye, as she slammed her fist into the palm of her other hand. "Anyway, I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can watch the next movie."
"That sounds good, honey." Masaji replied with a small smile. "I'll see you soon then."
Ryuichi sank silently onto the couch, casually sipping a glass of water when in reality he was sneaking up on that big fat ass bouncing as his mother climbed the stairs.
"Son." Masaji spoke in a slightly strange voice.
Ryuichi arched an eyebrow curiously, trying to decipher why his father looked so nervous all of a sudden. "Yes?"
"This isn't easy for me, but I have something I'd like to get off my chest." said Masaji, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Your mom and I…well, we're having problems." said Masaji and his voice turned to a mere whisper. "… In the bedroom."
"Oh." Ryuichi let something escape his lips. It shocked him that he felt to see that his father was admitting it, but he'd kind of known for years that his mother wasn't getting what she really needed sexually. One thing his parents taught him was that lying was not tolerated in his family. This was easy for her mother, because expressing herself was such a natural reflex for her. She wasn't afraid to tell how things were, one of her many qualities that made him gravitate toward her. Her father was legally obligated not to reveal state secrets, but everything else was fair game. Well, everything besides very private information, like what he was revealing now for example. He also followed that moral code, but his dark desire for his mother was the only thing he was hiding from them. It was only because of the respect he had for his father that he simply wouldn't cross that line, but if his dick was someone he considered insufficient for his mother he would act, after all he was the Chief of Clan Koshiro and his father, talented as he was, he was still only of civilian origins.
"Thirteen years ago I was diagnosed with azoospermia, it's a complicated and embarrassing thing to explain, but it's similar to infertility." Masaji continued talking, now seeing a visible reaction on his son's face. "I had some problems keeping an erection in my younger years, but it was just a minor case and it didn't stop me from having sex or stop us from having you. I discovered this problem after a few years of you being born and we ended our attempts of having another child. We went to Himiko-sama several times over the next few years, but she wasn't able to do anything about it."
Ryuichi gritted his teeth, his heart going to his father's side, luckily he definitely didn't have it. "I'm glad you were able to share this with me, old man, but why tell me about all this now? the bees? That's so weird."
"I do not know." Masaji started to speak with a confused look. "Wait I know, no I don't know, I mean, ah you've deliberately confused me, right?" Masaji asked with a small smile. "Let's get back on track. I know about your adventures with older women, I mean. Not so much now, but I used to hear a lot about your Shimura-sensei adventures."
"Dad… those were random women I was just having fun with, I was interested in older women and they were interested in younger men, they all came out winning." Ryuichi responded with a snort of disdain. "I was a horny hormonal teenager back then, and my sensei is known to everyone as a degenerate pervert, our team was bound to fall into perversion at one time or another." Ryuichi snorted with delight, remembering the past. "Did you know that Shoko would rather sleep with me or Seiya in our tent instead of the same tent as Shimura-sensei? Shoko always kept saying that Shimura-sensei would rape her while she was sleeping? Did you know she drugged ours? food and our water, sexual aphrodisiacs for Shoko and for me and Seiya were performance potentiated, on that mission to the Northern Lands and forced us to have sex with Shoko, against his will by the way, to exhaustion? Admittedly, Shoko was fucking tight back then. Seiya developed a deep fear of women and married at fourteen just so he could leave the team so they could "beget heirs" for Clan Hakuba? Shimura-sensei took Shoko to all kinds of brothel and orgy and used her as a sex currency for information, Shoko has become a kind of degenerate pervert who can't go a day without a fucking dick in some of her hole and now she's teaching in the Academy, you just don't even want to know what "Shoko-sensei's special classes" are like. I had to deal with those two degenerate bitches for another two years."
Only silence was greeted happily in the room.
"Well…." Masaji finally decided to speak, after all how could he not know about all this, when was he the one who had chosen the teams when his son graduated? Two heirs to influential Clans less than a week apart in birth and an orphan whose parents were traitors and were working for his main enemy who had nearly brought ruin to his home and everyone he knew? How could he deal with a possible sleeping agent? The answer was easy, a stress reliever and storehouse for frustrations during his son and godson's missions. "...I know you're in love with your mother, I just don't know when it started." Masaji said in a soft voice. It wasn't until recently that he found out that his son was head over heels in love with his wife. Looking back now, he shouldn't have ignored the fact that his son would prefer older women. So many princesses, so many heiresses, so many kunoichi, and they all received denial stamps on their marriage proposals because Ryuichi would openly refuse to give any of them a chance. In fact, the youngest woman his son had dated was twenty-three, while he was only fifteen.
Ryuichi immediately straightened up on the couch, now he was scrutinizing his father carefully. 'Well… it looks like the corpse ended up coming out of the grave.' Ryuichi thought quickly. "I love her. I've loved her since before I even knew what loving a woman meant."
"I must ask you something." muttered Masaji. "Do you still consider your mother? Or is she a woman you're in love with?"
"She is the woman I love, but not just a woman I love." retorted Ryuichi passionately, and with such fire burning in his eyes that it caught his father off guard. "She gave me life, cared for me, nurtured me, showered me with so much care and love that I still sometimes wonder how a human can love someone so much. I've always been fascinated by her, her beautiful hair, yours face, the bizarre food combinations she loves so much, things she does whenever she's overwhelmed by her emotions. She's…" Ryuichi was about to say more when he was interrupted by his father.
"Go on. Keep talking son." Masaji demanded that his son remain almost breathless with the shivers running through his entire body. No one needed to remind him of his wife's beauty. He knew when they met, knew when they started dating, and knew when he asked her to marry him. But the heartfelt conversation was helping him visualize his son's love for his mother, and he genuinely, for the first time in his life, felt that he probably didn't love his wife enough. Not so much as your child at least.
Closing his eyes, Ryuichi sought solace in his father's warmth. This great burden was finally being lifted from his chest and now he was in a state of ecstasy. He didn't know what his father would tell him. All he knew was that he needed to be transparent here. "She is more than just my mother. She is my goddess and I am her greatest follower, worshiper and admirer. feeling like that, especially since you're married to her... but dad, there isn't a single soul in this world that i love more than my mom. you two.
"Oh my Kami…" Masaji said just that, and it was all he could say in response, very intimately as the words died in his throat. Marriages and relationships between members of the Clans themselves are common. It's not so accepted by civilians, like him for example, but by the vast majority of ninjas who know the importance of keeping bloodlines pure and undefiled, to some degree. Sometimes it was so much easier to start over with a new family branch. Frankly, he wasn't upset about incest but about adultery. He was married to his childhood crush and allowing her to marry his son would be a desecration of marriage vows. What kind of man would allow his own son to get in between his marriage and a case of adultery?
He no...
... At least that's what he told himself then.
"I've been married to Kimiye for twenty-two years, son. I've known her since I was a child. She's the love of my life. When I learned of your crush on her, I admit I didn't accept it at all."
Ryuichi nodded sadly. "That's why I kept this to myself."
"Thank you for that." Masaji gave a smooth reply. "My reason for telling you all this is because I want you to be her lover."
Ryuichi blinked once, blinked twice, blinked three times. The air whipped past him as he turned his head to the side, so fast he could have broken his neck. "…Are you serious?"
"I thought about it a lot, and I can't sit down anymore." Masaji's voice was filled with passion as he spoke. "I want you to take control for me. Kimiye is wasting her youth in an almost sexless marriage. She needs a man who can pleasure her, and I want you to be that man."
Ryuichi was shaking, his breath coming out in ephemeral bursts. His dream of conquering his mother was now emerging into the realm of possibility. Dark dreams… dark thoughts… all the ones he kept secret… all now flooding his brain. The very thought was bombarding his brain cells with such an influx of emotions that it short-circuited his nervous system.
"Oh, what a relaxing bath!"
"Follow my example." Ryuichi whispered hurriedly to his father before turning to face the beautiful woman who was walking towards them with quick steps. "Perfect timing, kaa-chan."
Kimiye smiled at her son as she played on the couch. "So what movie are we watching now?
"Actually…" Ryuichi said, a smirk on his lips. "Tou-san and I made a bet before and guess what? I won."
Masaji resisted the urge to arch an eyebrow curiously in curiosity, realizing that this must be part of his son's plan.
"What did you get?" Kimiye asked lazily, not the least bit surprised because she was well aware of her son's good fortune. It was something she often dominated about Himiko, who was notorious for her bad luck.
"Hehehe…" Ryuichi muttered and took a deep breath, desperately trying to contain the lust and excitement in his voice. "A kiss from you."
"WHICH!?" Kimiye screamed loudly, always the combative person in the family, in shock. "Masaji, what kind of bet was that?!"
Masaji wilted over his wife's fury, but he knew he couldn't afford to thwart his son's plan. "Oh come on Kimiye. It's just a kiss."
Kimiye's heart was beating a million miles a second. She married the love of her life, but Misaji really was an absolute idiot at times. Kissing another man? Absurd! She was about to answer with a big fat "no" when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that their son was walking towards them. Having placed in Ryuichi the virtues of being a gentleman, she wasn't surprised when he knelt down and held out his hand to her. Suddenly, a shiver ran through her body that radiated through her body from that point of contact between them. She held her son's hand countless times, but this was the first time her motherly instincts were overpowered by the boundless love she could see bubbling in her son's eyes. Those damned adorable glowing amber eyes had matched her husband's eyes the night she'd saved her from those slave traders. Now she was losing herself to her own son's eyes.
"I got this kiss, kaa-chan. Can I kiss you?" Ryuichi asked curiously, his calm, sensual voice piercing the thick silence like a knife. He drank in the soft curve of his mother's cheek, the glow of her violet eyes, the long, delicate lashes above them. He saw the thick pink color of her lips as they twitched slightly, he knew his mother was feeling it too.
Kimiye's heart was in her throat and in the lower part of her stomach as something akin to lightning went through her core at the look of her son and as he was stroking the back of her hand with his callused fingers. Even though she had every intention of saying "no", her son was breaking that thick glass wall she had erected in her mind. Her breathing was labored as she gathered the strength to look at Masaji, who certainly didn't look bothered. What was going on with him? Taking a deep breath, she turned to her son and nodded hesitantly. "Okay, fine. But just one." Kimiye said that before she could blink, her son had pulled her off the couch. She was a little disoriented, but that didn't mean she was oblivious to the feel of his hands running over her shoulder blade and down to her lower back as he held her with one hand. She pulled away from him for just an instant, but then he started to dig his hand into the depths of her hair. Her face was so close to hers that she felt his breath searing her lips. Her breasts swayed as she breathed through her nose. And then he pulled her deeper into her arms.
People often tell her how much father and son are alike, but that resemblance began to fade from the moment Ryuichi turned eleven. Her husband was thin, not lanky but scrawny, and she used to joke about him being weird. She even mentioned it on their wedding day and he was confused at the altar. His eighteen-year-old son, on the other hand, was the epitome of manhood. He was over six feet tall, he was one of the tallest men in the entire village now. Ryuichi didn't have the ideal body type for a shinobi because any shirt he wore would stretch obscenely on his muscles. He had very broad shoulders that made him look huge and it didn't help that his biceps were like a rock. She hadn't really seen her son shirtless in years.
It all happened in slow motion for Kimiye as Ryuichi cradled her face in his hands and brushed his nose against her cheek, gently, back and forth, before finally claiming her lips. For a man of his physique, his lips were quite padded, but thick enough that her lips gripped the base of his mouth in an easy lock. The outward feel of his lips pressed against hers was sweet, sweeter than a kiss on the cheek he would give her each night. It felt like she was kissing her dear cute little boy again. Somehow the kiss managed to reach her solar plexus and the air was forced out of her lungs, like the way the unruly laughter made her smile out of sheer reflex.
Blood rushed along her arteries and nerves as electrical impulses shot through her body. Every cell inside him was pulsing with energy in a zigzag pattern, but never dissipating or losing cohesion. Ryuichi continued to caress the sides of his mother's face as her body merged with his. She then gasped against his lips and her sweet breath entered his mouth, resulting in phantom strength creeping up her thighs with the most frightening of phantom whispers. And then he was gone, fading to nothing as he withdrew his lips. And now he was there, alive but badly, he had just kissed his mother, his goddess. With the years of longing and desire he'd exploded over her with, he wasn't surprised when she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
'... He's already seducing her.' thought Masaji silently, ignoring the pang of pain in his heart as he saw the glazed look in his wife's eyes as she returned for a few seconds.
Kimiye has never looked more angelic or innocent, like she's found something she's lost. It was as if the world had disappeared because everything that wasn't her or her child had become a figment of her imagination. Eventually, her big violet eyes opened, but she noticed that her body went relatively limp against her son's body. "Wow...that was...um...really...wow..." Kimiye muttered softly, her voice husky, a huge blush running down her cheeks all over her neck. She didn't know how she felt about that kiss because she was freaking out inside. She kissed a man who was not her husband. She had kissed her own child! Why did she agree to this?!
"You kiss really well, kaa-chan." Ryuichi muttered in a husky voice, his tribal marks spread across both cheeks, spreading across his cheeks as he smiled at his mother. He slowly lifted his right hand and cupped the back of her head. Her hand was now buried in her hair, giving him the scalp massage he loved so much. Soon her fingertips wrapped around her spine and he tugged on her as he looked at her beautiful face. It was one of those stars that line up moments because Kimiye unconsciously closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Now it was time to kick things up to a higher level.
The moment Kimiye realized she had thrown a figurative bone at her son, it descended on her, destroying her resolve. He was only supposed to kiss her once. She was the one who came back for more. She was the one who suggested another kiss and now her son was getting the most out of it. Her mind wanted just one more kiss, but her heart and soul ached for so much more. It was almost as if her son was on the same wavelength as hers, and she felt her son's tongue slide lightly out of her mouth and slide briefly over her lips. The moment his own tongue slipped out of her mouth and went after her son's tongue would forever be etched into her brain. As his lips moved against each other and their tongues tasted the tiny gulf remaining between them, their bodies could no longer bear the distance. Her erect nipples were trying to poke at her kimono as her huge breasts swelled against her son's hard pectorals. Her arm was now wrapped around her lower back, just above the upper slopes of her beautiful ass. She gasped into his mouth as she ran her hand along his shoulders, working the tension that was buried in those big rocks her son blatantly called biceps. Freshly brewed loving juices from the heart of her femininity began to trickle down the sides of her legs in spasms as she experienced sexual sensations that were foreign to her.
Kimiye knew she should have canceled everything then and there, especially when she felt her son cup her ass in his big hands, but it was one of those times where her body was acting on its own. Her son tasted like fresh mint, but underneath there was something else, something primal and taboo. His tongue now felt rough, demanding, but incredibly soft as he thrust into her mouth, languidly probing her teeth, gums, and tongue. His hands felt magical, ravishing but incredibly stimulating as he massaged her bottom with the skill of a professional masseuse. Soon his lips formed an almost perfect seal, their tongues sharing a single big mouth, she didn't know how long they'd kissed since then. It was as if his son had activated all of his sensory perceptions to a degree he had never experienced before. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling through her inherited ability from Koshiro how much heart and soul he was channeling into her kiss, she was unable to quantify it, they drew back their lips. She lay curled up in his arms, looking at her son with fluttering eyes and a pounding heart. Her hands soon moved up from his ass to her face and as he wiped away her tears he dared another nibble, chastely catching her bottom lip.
"Oh my Kami." Kimiye muttered. "Wasn't that enough for you, Ryuchan?"
"Not enough." Ryuichi replied, cementing his point by greedily brushing his lips against his mother's. "You did-"
Kimiye interrupted with a small kiss before standing up on her tiptoes and leaning against his ear. "I've never been kissed like that…ever." Kimiye said and with that, she straightened her kimono and turned on her heel. Now that she was no longer in that trance, she trembled like a leaf when she met her husband's gaze. He was assuming an expression that was unreadable to her. Was he upset that she kept kissing his son? Was he showing any regrets finally? She was also being overcome with regret. Why couldn't she stop with a kiss? Why did kissing her own son make her forget the fact that he was stroking and groping her ass? Why did kissing her own child make her forget that her husband was just five feet away from them and watching everything? Lowering her head, unable to bear the guilt any longer, she ran for the stairs, ignoring him calling out to her
"I was just kissing your wife, tou-san." Ryuichi said as he crossed his arms against his chest. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"You were able to make her forget she was married to me with that kiss." Masaji gently pointed. "But to answer your question: yes, this is what I want son."
Ryuichi blinked slowly, his father was really such a selfless man so he couldn't lie to him. "We have two options here as far as I can see."
Masaji nodded reluctantly, nodding for Ryuichi to continue talking.
"The first being the least painful and the most realistic is you guys getting divorced." Ryuichi said, and noticed the shock passing through his father's eyes. "Or at least letting me go out with Mom once here and then there. That way you won't have to catch us in uncompromising positions. It also reduces jealousy on your part."
Masaji shook his head slowly. "I can't agree with that. My marriage to her is all I have really worth. I'd rather be in the same house with you, her lover, than in a house without her." Masaji said and paused, spotting a frown marring his son's face. "What's the alternative?"
"Then I must warn you… of the man you've never met… the man you're going to see now." Ryuichi continued to speak, a murky change in his voice. "I'm in love with my mom. I think of her as my goddess. She's the girl of my dreams. However, I've been avoiding all the girls I'm really interested in because I've always intended to make everything out about her. fuck every ounce of devotion Mommy has to you out of her. You're going to become a tame cuckold. Are you okay with that?"
Masaji's heart leapt as he realized what he was unleashing in his beloved wife. However, he was well aware of the risks. Shimura-sensei was thorough in informing him of how many women her son had ruined for her partners. "...Hai." Masaji muttered a confirmation response.
"Excellent." Ryuichi replied, placing a hand on his leader's shoulder. "I love you dad that but like you said before it's time for me to take over. I'm the man of the house now."
The dynamic instantly changed as he watched his muscular son walk away, no doubt with thoughts in mind of how to ruin his wife for him.
~xXx~
"I'm ready, Masaji-kun."
Masaji's jaw began to drop as his wife came down the stairs in one of the most elegant dresses she owned. She usually wore loose kimonos, so this tight black outfit was hugging her huge breasts, which bounced with every step she took towards him. Vision was only improved by the deeply hollowed neck displaying an attractive amount of cleavage. Looking past her full breasts, the dress followed the alluring contours of her mature, voluptuous figure, accentuating her waist and then flowing over her hips. Her long blue hair rested charmingly on her shoulders, sensually framing her beautiful face.
"Well…" Kimiye said softly as she turned to her husband. "What do you think?"
Masaji just swallowed a lump in his throat, his little cock struggling furiously against his pants. "You… look amazing, Kimiye."
"You're right tou-san… kaa-chan is just amazing."
Kimiye turned her head and saw her son leaving the room. He was dressed in social clothes, with his hair wilder than ever, his broad shoulders, big biceps, and pecs popping out of the dark black shirt he wore. The first two buttons were undone, so she got a preview of her defined chest. She didn't even pay attention to his pants because she was captivated by the rose he held in his hands.
"Oh shit!" Masaji exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of the other two family members. "I have some paperwork to fill out, so Ryuchan has decided to take my place and be your date tonight."
Kimiye heard Masaji but didn't bow his head. Her husband's reaction to this dress pales a lot in comparison to how her son was looking at her. He was drinking her, every inch of her, every area of bare flesh, every area of her body. Kimiye felt her nipples harden as her son continued to feast on her with his eyes. Her body was on fire as he licked his lips as he took a step toward her. Would Ryuchan kiss her again? Would she allow him to kiss her?
As much as Ryuichi tried to get his mother to talk, she refused to speak to her husband that night. That kiss was so powerful that she could still feel the tremors hours later. That night was the first time in over a decade that she had cried herself to sleep.
Since that day, there has been incredible tension between mother and child. Dinners were quieter than ever in the Koshiro's compound. Kimiye talked freely with her husband, but her words died in her throat whenever she cast a glance at her son. Not a day had gone by in the past two weeks that Kimiye hadn't remembered that magical kiss. What made her crawl through the walls was that her husband hadn't made love to her since that day. Tonight was supposed to be a romantic night where she planned to seduce Masaji a bit so the night could turn out to be a pleasure for both of them.
"Have fun both of you." Masaji said quickly, not hearing his wife's faint words of protest that weren't heard as he disappeared upstairs.
"You look so beautiful, kaa-chan." Ryuichi muttered happily huskily, appreciating the blush spreading across his mother's cheeks. Now that his father had given him "permission" he was openly lusting after his mother. Not once had he shied away from the family tradition of kissing her cheek before leaving the house. In fact, he would kiss her shoulders. He rubbed his hip against hers when she was washing dishes. Gradually, he was breaking her decision.
Kimiye let out a shaky breath as Ryuichi drank her down with his eyes again. That was exactly why she should have told her husband that this was not a good idea. She stammered a "thank you," her heart racing as her son took her hand, sending that familiar bolt through her entire body. Instead of taking her on a date at an expensive restaurant, he was doing an even worse thing by taking her to the living room. There was a faint orange tinge from the sparks exploding in the fireplace. She noticed the numerous dishes arranged on a sheet on the rug. There was even a steaming bowl of ramen, her favorite, what a nice touch. Every waking second there was like a scene straight out of a quixotic novel. She was in a dilemma inhaling the air carrying the scent of sizzling birch and sweet candles, having a candlelit dinner with her son. It didn't help that he got to know her better than any man on the planet. Because her husband had to spend long shifts at the office, Ryuichi was essentially the man of the house, and he was never absent from her life. Because of that, he was able to snake through her defenses and make her laugh for the first time tonight.
The first red flag was registered by her when he made her laugh so hard her throat was exposed, and she toppled over in glee. When her laughter subsided, Kimiye leaned forward, accidentally offering him a full view of her well-designed cleavage firmly perched on her dress. She couldn't think straight after seeing his eyes glued to her creamy mounds. And then she made the mistake of straightening her dress, gently turning around as she did so, offering him a clear view of her long, slender legs and thick thighs. By the time she turned, gracefully as she would, she was thrusting her hips toward him, presenting herself to him as an offering. When her eyes met those smoldering orbs, she knew she was in serious trouble.
Little things here and there would distract her, like the way he would tease the loving mother in her, showing her his mouth full of food. As he chewed, she was drawn to watch him, as she would occasionally as under other normal circumstances. Sooner or later, she saw him wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Her eyes met again, and she gave him a goofy smile that resulted in him brushing against her thigh. Kimiye immediately backed off, finding it increasingly difficult to resist him, whether he was touching her romantically or not.
After dinner, Kimiye found herself looking at the waterfall in her backyard. It wasn't very big; she did this a long time ago through water manipulation. Beside her was her son, his muscular arm pressed against her, much smaller and feminine. It's been almost half an hour since they've been sitting next to each other, holding hands. At first, it was the palm of her hand over her hand. Then he laced his fingers through hers. She could have pulled his hand, but she didn't, she couldn't. This was a magical night, even though she tried to deny it.
Suddenly, a slight rustle passed through her eardrums and, before she knew it, her son came up behind her and ran his fingers through her seductive blue hair. Having relied on him as his personal hairbrush in the past, he knew exactly how to make the transition from puckering his locks to massaging his scalp. He continued alternating between a firm massage and a gentle caress. Her fingers moved in small circles on each area of her scalp and then in longer strokes from her forehead to her neck. She tensed as he began working on her neck and shoulders. It was then that she realized she should have said something, but she was fascinated when he channeled the chakra into her fingertips and gave her a firmer massage along the sides of her neck and along the tops of her shoulders. It was pretty obvious, it wasn't the first time he'd done it.
"You feel tense, kaa-chan." She whispered Ryuichi, exhaling a scalding hot breath mixed with fiery chakra as she pressed a point between her neck and shoulder joint.
Kimiye's eyes fluttered as he gave her the biggest shoulder massage she'd ever had, loosening the tight spots and making her feel so relaxed. "Mmm..."
Ryuichi started working on his mother again, but this time it was more of a firm caress than a massage. He ran his fingertips down her neck, along the back of her shoulders and then up her arms. Obviously, with the dress still on, his movements were restricted, and she could feel his fingers tangling in the silky neckline. He stopped, but then began stroking her again, this time sliding his hands under her dress straps as he moved along her shoulders. The rhythmic movement of her hands on his flesh, the melodious splash of the waterfall, and the fresh air outside coalesced into a kaleidoscope of sensation and feeling.
Kimiye snapped back to reality, however, as she felt her son move her cleavage along her shoulders. As the open sides of the back slid towards each of the shoulder joints, the front also slipped a little. He continued to gently massage her neck and shoulders, but now he also ran his fingers down her back, pressing each side of her spine. They descended to the middle of the shoulder blades, then farther down. He pushed her so that she was sitting with her back away from him and then her fingers slid down to her waist. They continued down slowly to her waist, then all the way back to her spine and into her hair. Forget figuratively, goose bumps were literally running up and down her spine.
"Umm..." Kimiye tried to say something, only to be interrupted by her son.
"Shh...just enjoy it, kaa-chan." Ryuichi whispered into his mother's ear as he moved back to her shoulders and neck, gently massaging and stroking.
Kimiye was quickly succumbing to Ryuichi and he took great delight in her lack of protest as he ran his fingers down her neck, along her shoulders and the tops of her arms in one-of-a-kind motions. Hearing nothing but soft moans from her, a smile danced across her lips and he began to use his thumbs on the back of her shoulders and let his fingers slant over the apex of them to slide over her collarbone.
A steady crimson tinge appeared on Kimiye's cheeks as her fingers gently plucked below her collarbone. Was he doing this on purpose or was it an accident? She didn't move and neither did he when she ran her fingers down his chest and then back to his collarbone. An electric shock ran between her legs. Her heart began to pound as his fingers stopped running from her neck to her arms, but instead moved in ever-widening circles across her upper chest. With each descent, they got closer and closer to where their meat marshmallows began to swell. The dress she wore was one of those glove-like numbers, so she couldn't wear a bra underneath, which meant only a thin fabric protected her breasts from his hands.
Kimiye must put an end to this here and now. But she also wanted him to continue. Her breasts felt so heavy, almost as if they were throbbing, every square millimeter of skin that covered them tingling. Ryuichi was moving slowly, sensually and purposefully, never too close but never too far away. She arched her back as his fingers slid millimeter by millimeter down. He eased his way towards the places where she was once again pondering whether she should receive him or reject him. It was then that an electric current coursed through her body as he stroked the slightly more swollen flesh through her dress.
Ryuichi didn't settle there for long, but Kimiye realized that the next time he came down, she wouldn't be able to stop him. The questions consumed her mind and excited her entire body. How far would her son go before she finally stopped him? How far was too much considered, really? He was her son, and she absolutely shouldn't be doing this. But why was it so good, so exhilarating, exciting and temptingly fascinating? Why had she never felt this way about her father, her husband?
Finally, Ryuichi slipped his fingers very slowly into the beginning of her breast augmentation. Kimiye immediately jerked forward, her heart pounding frantically, her eyes going wide, her finger-tipped wedding band glinting in the moonlight. "R-ryuchan... sto-"
"Shh..." Ryuichi muttered as he nibbled her ear. "You are my girl for tonight and I plan to pamper you tonight."
Kimiye could have squirmed or turned her body slightly or even said "stop". She had these options to reject him and it would have been easy to do that. Logically, but maybe not emotionally or physically. She could still do that, but her mind and her body were now in tune. Her whole being was making a decision when she felt his fingertips touching her breasts an inch or two to their fullest. He was still asking, not taking advantage, and he was making an invitation and requesting permission to proceed. She still had time to move, she still had time to push his hands away without losing control and stopping him from going any further. Her words continued to echo in her mind as he made small circles on her breasts through her dress, halfway to her nipples. Kimiye married the love of her life more than two decades ago, but hasn't been called a "girl" in a long time. Tonight, however, she was another man's girl.
She was her son's girl.
With no retorts left to respond, his fingers opened and slid more quickly than they'd been moving down on each orb so that he was covering them through her dress. It was as if the fabric had never existed as the nerves in her body seemed to pass through her nipple and each cruel touch pulled at her knees and shoulders. Kimiye whimpered, feeling her erect nipples jutting out against her palms as her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, as if measuring her girth. Creamy nectar began to pool around her divine gates of womanhood, surprising her by being so close to an orgasm with just a chest massage.
"How's my girl?" Ryuichi muttered in a husky voice, fully aware that his mother was his to do whatever he wanted. It was another dream come true to have those big, juicy melons in her hands. They looked firm and tough, yet so soft and silky. He gave an extra hard squeeze, making her moan in pleasure. Oh, how he wished she wasn't wearing that damn sexy dress right now. Oh, how he wouldn't love to suck on those breasts like he used to do when he was a kid.
Kimiye let out a breath she didn't know she had when he pinched her nipple through the fancy dress she'd put on for her father. "Mmmm..."
"Give me a kiss." Ryuichi spoke quickly.
Kimiye didn't have time to react when he suddenly turned her head and crushed his lips against hers. This kiss was instantly different from their first kiss. Her lips met easily, their tongues moving without thinking. Her chakra started to burn. He now had her seated in her lap, his hands greedily mistreating her breasts, saliva running from her tongue and sinking into hers. Her head began to spin and she began to wiggle her huge buttocks in her lap, her body desperate for some kind of release from the sexual tension that had been building up for the past month because her husband refused to sleep with her. Her pussy started to convulse, not only because of how much she was enjoying kissing him, but also because of the earthquake underneath her resulting from the vibrations of her son's utterly grotesque bulge in her pants. Her son wasn't just big, he was monstrous. Even through his clothes, she could easily tell he was so much bigger than her father. She closed her eyes, only to begin to thrash around in her lap as he pinched her nipples so hard with his chakra-induced fingertips that she began to scream into her mouth and spurt female nectar from the depths of her pussy.
'No, no, no!' Kimiye wailed in her mind as she squirted with such intensity that the fabric barrier that was her panties proved useless to contain the tsunami. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as hot juices began to trickle down the sides of her ruined underwear, out of the fabric itself, hardening her thighs, legs and even her son's lap. She tried her best to jump off him, but it was nearly impossible at the height of her orgasm, especially since he was mistreating her with his bear-like grip on her breasts and his mouth on hers.
A bottomless hunger pooled in Ryuichi's eyes as he made his mother orgasm, she was so fucking sexy. All he wanted to do now was rip her clothes, bend her and ruin her for his father. However, good things happen to those who wait, so for now, he was content to stick his tongue down her throat, roughly stroking her swaying breasts as he glanced out of the corner of his eye as a shadowy figure peeked through the master bedroom window. upstairs. 'She's mine now, tou-san.'
~xXx~
"Are you going to kiss Ryuchan goodnight?"
Kimiye stopped in mid-step, a pink glow slowly streaking across her face like a shooting star. When she told her husband about that encounter at home she had with their son, she didn't hide anything. She told him how dizzy she was getting while eating with him, how alive she felt as she held his hand and watched the waterfall, how she lost herself in his touch and allowed him to cup her breasts through her dress, how his magic the touch it made her orgasm as well as how hungry they were kissing. She was fully prepared to see an angry expression or hear a deafening scream, but he shocked her by saying it felt like a perfect date. Her indifferent reaction surprised her so much that he left her speechless. Wasn't he angry that she had essentially betrayed him?
This imbroglio lasted in her bath and an hour of reading books. For the time being, she planned to give her son a serious talk about their date. A guilt was killing her and she could no longer contain it. Second, she knew she was going down too far and she had to nip it in the bud now. The wooden floor creaked as she walked to his room. Standing outside her door, the finger that housed her wedding band curled as she gripped the handle. For the first time, she entered her room without knocking. These few steps inward were taken with the intention of speaking meaningfully to him. But in the blink of an eye, the young man had her in his hands. She felt his huge cock throbbing against her, his hands gripping her breasts through her robe. A shiver ran through her as he blew hot breath on the creamy skin of her neck as he rested his head on her shoulder. "R-Ryuichi!"
"It's time to continue our date, kaa-chan." Ryuichi muttered in a husky voice, his hands were now on her neckline and now he was attacking his mother's bare breasts for the first time. This was done through his clothes on the date. He grabbed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a hard pinch, pulling them, crushing them with his strength. He was also kissing Kimiye, and so hungry that he broke through his marriage vows, breaking through his last barrier.
Kimiye was whimpering, her legs shaking when Ryuichi finally released her breasts. That didn't mean she was free of impurities because he began channeling fire chakra to her tongue while probing her oral caves. Because she was naked under her cloak, the second he undid the sash and twirled her around, nothing was protecting her naked form from him. Suddenly, Ryuichi took a step back, looking at her with a bottomless hunger flickering in his eyes. Kimiye knew in that moment that she was lost.
He slammed his lips to hers again and pulled her into a bear hug. Her huge breasts swelled against the hardness of her pecs. Her eyes bulged as her thigh brushed the frighteningly huge tower that tried to push its way out of its fabric prison.
'How the hell does Ryuichi manage to have sex with other girls like such a thing?' Kimiye muttered silently as Ryuichi's hands were now massaging her beautiful ass of hers, pulling them apart, doing everything necessary to subdue her as he continued to force her tongue down her throat. Her fight was almost over and when he pulled away, she looked him in the eye. "I'm…I'm scared."
"Scared?" Ryuichi whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers. "What are you afraid of?"
"If we do this." Kimiye started to say in a low voice. "I've been having a hard time resisting you the way you are. Our first kiss turned out to be more than that. Our mother-son date turned out to be much more than that. If we do this…" Kimiye spoke softly and decided to make one. he pauses with tears in his eyes. "What about your father? I know we did naughty things on our date, but Masaji forgave me for doing this to you. Crossing that line would corrupt the vows I took on my wedding day."
"Maybe this has been problematic in the past, but not anymore." Ryuichi said without skipping a beat as he pecked the top of his mother's face, kissing her tears away. "Tou-san is your husband, but he is not your lover, the man who can take care of your needs. You know from our meeting that your future is with me now."
The kiss this time was so sensual, and it held so much weight and heart that any retort she might have died in her throat. Kimiye opened her mouth, letting his tongue in and meeting hers. It was timeless, along with the movement of the hands, from face to neck, down the sides of the arms and around the waist. She purred in the back of her throat, her body flushing with heat as her son literally kissed her fear of her infidelity. She was a disheveled mess when he finally broke away from her swollen lips. It was then that one of her hands curled slowly around her buttock, moving in a light tickling motion, making her shiver as if she were at the mercy of an unsuspecting earthquake. She placed her hands on his shoulders as his hand disappeared into the ravine between her buttocks. Tremors ran through her as he walked through it, delving into the treasure map that only her father had explored so far. All that dangerous teasing for not touching her pussy directly was making her uneasy, so she couldn't help stamping her feet and letting out a guttural hiss as Ryuichi found her pubic hair and twisted it with his fingertips. She gasped, her eyes trembling as he dragged his index finger down to her clit and massaged it in circles while using the rest of his fingers to trace the curve of her womanhood. The ecstasy built long before her fingers began to rub the suffocating folds of flesh inside her. That was it; she was officially cheating on her husband with this finger penetration. He was now buried up to his knuckles inside her, and like the rest of him, he was much bigger than Masaji. She was reluctant to admit it, but she couldn't lie to herself, her son's finger was bigger than her husband's cock. He probed her deftly before stepping back and gliding forward once more. Another finger worked inside her, stretching her more than her husband ever stretched her with his cock. She tried to throw her arms around his neck, trying desperately to adjust, only for him to lower his head and smother his face between her breasts.
Ryuichi immediately began running his tongue around her left areola, rubbing and swirling it around in spirals, circling her aching nipple before finally letting his tongue lick it, warming it. Then he blew out, cooling in a way that had her fingers digging into her hair. When Ryuichi finally sucked her tit, she remembered when he used to breastfeed her when she was a baby, it was a matter of how religiously he was sucking now. While Ryuichi served her orally, he was still piercing the gold in her vagina with two fingers. He even took it upon himself to start scratching the erect tip of her clit with his little finger. Her legs began to shake, her eyes began to widen. Too much was happening too fast, and it only made it worse for her that he was channeling lightning chakra to her clit. "Oh... oh...KAAAAAMI!"
"That's it, kaa-chan…come for me." She moaned Ryuichi chewing her mother's breasts as she successfully crossed off another item from her wish list, making her spin in paroxysms of pleasure. Her fresh, feminine scent soon filled the air, the seductive fragrance of a ripe pussy spouting.
Kimiye felt herself squirt so hard that her juices splashed onto the floor, where each splash ricocheted in all directions. Finally, a tingling shutter ran down her spine as the last vestiges of her climax ebbed away, her body slumping as he pulled his mouth from her breasts and pulled his fingers out of hers. She whimpered when he moved back to her pussy and slowly ran his sticky fingertips around her entrance. And now he was sliding those same fingers into her mouth. She felt shivers down her spine as he was licking her juices like a beggar getting a plate of food. She realized then and there that she was exposing the witness of her impending addiction to his vagina nectar. She closed her eyes and let the calming sensations wash over her, her body totally relaxed as she rode the height of her orgasm, it helped that she was in her son's arms. What she was doing was wicked, but it felt so right. She felt his hands slide between them and over her sumptuous breasts, her nails teasing her nipples. Before she knew it, he was dragging her by the hand. Her eyes held immense admiration as he pulled the window curtains aside, instantly blasting her with the dazzling view of the full moon. Then she felt him place his palms on the marble window sill. She looked at him. What the hell was he doing?
Kimiye soon got the biggest shock of her life when he grabbed her calves and started to lift her legs in the air. A blush colored her cheeks as he pulled her into a bastardized version of a board, where her legs stretched out, her hands gripping the windowsill, her face between her thighs, his hot breath blowing fire from her ass. "W-wait Ryuchan... I haven't recovered from... fuccccckkkk!"
Not only had her husband practiced cunnalingus on her for centuries, it had never been done on her other than the usual method of lying on her back and spreading her legs. What's more, her son was clearly an expert on this subject, as he tormented her inner lips with his tongue and avoided her throbbing clitoris. He soon had her entire vulva inside his mouth and his tongue began working up and down the entire length of her slit. Occasionally, he would give her clit a little nudge with the tip of his tongue, just to give her a small taste of what was to come, teasing him further and driving her crazy.
A hue of red chakra surrounded her, her hair hovering in the shape of flames in her wake as her offspring lubricated her pussy to levels never before experienced. She began to move her hips as she stared out the window, mesmerized by the sight of the quintessential night sky and the full moon as she was consumed by it. Chakra was being channeled to her throat to allow him to bathe her with a hot and cold effect as he manipulated her saliva temperature.
"AARGGH!" Kimiye suddenly screamed, her anus flexing and wrinkling as the tip of her son's tongue slid ever so slowly into her dirty hole. "EWWW, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, RYUCHAN?! THAT'S MY BUTTHOLE!"
Kimiye could scream and scream and do whatever she wanted, but Ryuichi was mesmerized by her gaping rectum at him, blowing him a kiss, waving at him, daring him to taste it. As Kimiye struggled, he gently moved his mouth to the fullest part of her ass and bit down so hard it left a nasty hickey. Kimiye screamed and tried to turn to the side, but all she did was shift her hole to meet her mouth. So now he was greedily licking around her sphincter. He held her tightly, and after several minutes of physically dominating her, she was forced to surrender to her attack.
Kimiye was so embarrassed that she wanted to hold her reddened face in her hands but couldn't because she was holding the windowsill. Her son was orally violating her ass. Her mother's ass! There was nothing she could do to stop him, and now she was being stretched by his tongue. He was clearly an ass connoisseur, another thing that set him apart from his father. Never in her wildest dream had she imagined she would be caught in this situation. She hadn't even experimented with a finger there, she was a full-ass virgin. Kimiye looked at the moon through the window, her face contorting in a shrug of pleasure as Ryuichi explored her insides. This was absolutely filthy, but he was driving her into such a frenzy that she made indecipherable sounds and frothed from her pussy. She screamed to the heavens, feeling an orgasm building to extents she couldn't have imagined before tonight. In fact, the pleasure was so immense that she lost her sense of reality and forgot that it wasn't spread over a hard surface. She lost control of the window sill and her forehead slammed against the marble so hard she knew immediately it was going to leave a nasty swelling. Fortunately, the adrenaline coursing through her veins from the free fall was just enough to set her off, so the pain she felt became the last thing on her mind.
"I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!" Kimiye screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body shuddering as she gushed from the depths of her soul. It was as if millions of liquid prisoners that were housed in a metaphorical prison inside her vagina were now loose. Chakra suddenly exploded, resulting in shards of glass falling on her and her son through the window she had broken. Everything around her was spinning and she had no idea what position she was in or what was happening to her. All she knew was that she was having the biggest orgasm of her life. And with that other spasm of her legs, she passed out.