His stunning deep violet eyes were so full of life that the lilac ones occupied her mind. Her skin was creamy white and unblemished, and her face was heart-shaped and adorably innocent. Normally she wouldn't wear makeup, but tonight she had a little something here and there 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.
Tonight was Sunday Film Festival Day at the Koshiro compound, but he couldn't concentrate on the movie or the food. All he could see was his cheerful mother lighting up the universe with her smile. Every day for the past eleven years had been spent fighting her passion for her, but enough was enough, he could no longer deny her heart what he truly desired. And then, after the film credits, he left for the Monument of Sacrifice, one of the few places in the village where he can go on a spiritual quest.
An hour has passed since then.
"Mind if I join you?"
Ryuichi showed no visible reaction to his father's arrival, having sensed the man a mile away. "Not."
"Ryuchan, I'll cut to the chase." began Masaji, his father, falling into the grass beside his son. "You love her, don't you?"
Well, that certainly provoked a reaction from him.
Ryuichi Koshiro quickly turned his head, his heart racing as he surveyed the man, his father, trying to decipher his polite features. 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 her the way things are, one of her many qualities that made him gravitate toward her. His father had some things he wasn't allowed to reveal, like state secrets, but everything else would be aired without shame. He also followed that moral code, but his dark desire for his mother was the only thing he was hiding from them. Apparently he wasn't doing a good job of hiding it.
Masaji reached out and ruffled his son's hair. "I've known about this for a while, son. Please be honest. I'm not upset if that's what you're thinking."
Wasn't his father upset? Wasn't he upset that his son was lusting after the woman he was married to? Wasn't he upset that his son yearned to claim his wife? It was only because of the respect he had for his father that he couldn't bear the thought of confessing his feelings to his mother. He couldn't hurt them like that. Even now, he was reluctant to spill the beans, but his shoulders could no longer support this ungodly burden. "I love her. I've loved her since I was seven years old."
"Before we continue with this, I must ask." muttered Masaji, one eyebrow arched. "Is she still your mother? Or a woman you're in love with?"
"She is the woman I love, but not just a woman I love." She snapped Ryuichi passionately, and with such fire burning in her eyes that it caught her father off guard. "She gave me life, cared for me, nurtured me, watered me so lovingly that I still wonder how a human can love someone so much. I've always been fascinated by her, her beautiful hair, her face, the cute things that she always does when she's overwhelmed with emotions. She's more than just my mother. She's my goddess and I'm her adoring devotee. I know this can be considered immoral or dirty or whatever, and I know it shouldn't to be feeling that way, especially since you're married to her, tou-san, but I…" Ryuichi suddenly stopped talking, unable to keep talking because guilt was killing him. He then felt a hand grip his shoulder and turned to see immeasurable warmth bubbling up in his father's eyes.
"Continues." Masaji said breathlessly, goose bumps running through his 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 he probably didn't love his wife enough.
Closing his eyes, the heir of Clan Koshiro sought solace in the silent surroundings. "She is so pure, so beautiful, so perfect. There isn't a single soul on this earth that I love more than kaa-chan. I love her so much that I keep breaking up with women because none of them can match her. that I haven't dated since Fuyumi. I love you so much it hurts, tou-san."
'Oh my Kami…' Masaji thought and that was all he could think of in response, very intimately as the words died in his throat. Not once in his life had he seen his son cry, that is, after his younger years, but now the tears were running down his face.
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 only dated older women. So many eligible princesses, so many heiresses, kunoichis all received stamps of denial on their marriage proposals because Ryuichi would openly refuse to give any of them a chance. In fact, the youngest woman he dated was 21 and was Fuyumi Toshiba.
His son's most recent girlfriend was Fuyumi Toshiba, the fifth Priestess of Water. That relationship had lasted more than a three and was approaching a point where Masaji was sure her son would marry her. Even his wife had begun to conspire for any grandchildren she would spoil. However, like the few other women Ryuichi became involved with, he ended up breaking up with her. A few weeks later, there came a flurry of messages sent to his office, each begging him to talk to his son. One thing was uniform in the letters, a name, Kimiye Koshino, his wife's name. According to Fuyumi, Ryuichi occasionally compared her to Kimiye. It was then that he began to follow his son more closely and what he saw surprised him.
Marriages and clan relationships are common. It is not so accepted by civilians, but by the vast majority of ninjas who know the importance of keeping bloodlines pure and unsullied. Frankly, he didn't fight incest, it was the idea of 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 child to stay between marriages?
He no.
… At least that's what he told himself then.
"I'm so proud of you for having the courage to open up to me like that." Masaji whispered, patting his son on the back. "All I can say now is, please come home in a bit. I'll explain more to you then."
All Ryuichi managed to answer was a reluctant nod. A great burden has finally been lifted from his shoulders now that he has revealed his secret of alliance with his father. He didn't know what the man was going to say to him. All he knew was that he wasn't mad, and he couldn't understand that. Frankly, he was exhausted at the thought of going home and thought that maybe it would be better to take on a Rank S mission for a while. However, that would be a betrayal of his heritage. It would be a slap in the face to everything his parents taught him.
After another hour of searching inside, he returned home and found the happy couple curled up on the living room sofa. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that his father was rubbing the goddess's back and she was wiping her eyes. Her own eyes widened and her heart began to race, it was as if her soul was being extracted from her body. Had the old man confided in his mother what he had confided in him? He swallowed a lump in his throat as his father nodded in his direction.
"… Is true?" Kimiye managed to mumble a question.
His teeth chattered slightly as his mother stared at him with her red swollen eyes. Spitting shit and lies now would be a disgrace to his love for his mother. He had to tell her. Otherwise, he would never be able to forgive himself for not having crewed when it mattered most. "It's true. I love… you kaa-chan."
Kimiye remained silent, having received confirmation of the atomic bomb her husband had dropped in her lap thirty minutes ago. Before her arrival, she had a chance to dig through her memories and began noticing all the signs she had missed over the past few years. How Ryuichi would follow her like a lost puppy. How happy he would be to take her shopping. How he always stared at her with those bright eyes. Not that she wasn't aware of his gaze on her. As a woman, she had a sixth sense about this sort of thing. However, she excused him because she didn't think his gaze was like that of a man examining a woman. Her husband openly stated that they would handle it internally. There would be no third parties like the Uzumaki's involved in this matter. She nodded, also feeling that she could handle her son's sense. She was married, happily married, to the man she fell in love with over twenty years ago and with whom she is still in love. Certainly, Ryuichi must understand that anything happening between them would be a betrayal of their marriage vows. One thing that made her dizzy was hearing how her son was describing her to his father. It was so comforting that he considered her his goddess. Not even her husband ever said that about her. Masaji clearly didn't take offense as he had the brightest smile when he brought it up.
"Kiss your mother, son." Masaji said suddenly.
"... Mhm?" Ryuichi said intelligently.
"WHICH!" yelled Kimiye, the always competitive person in the family. "Masaji-kun, have you gone crazy?"
Masaji turned to her, one hand on her cheek, wearing her heart like a sleeve. "Not just for our son, but for me. Please kiss him, Kimiye-chan. Just one kiss. Please."
Kimiye's heart was beating a million miles a second. Shouldn't they be working hard to resolve this dilemma of hers, not to make it worse? She wanted to say something, but for the first time Masaji was able to defeat her in a verbal fight. That plea touched her heartstrings; never, in all their years of marriage, had he begged her with such passion as he did now. He really, completely, with all his heart wanted her to share a kiss with his son. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her son walking toward them. She swallowed a lump in her throat, surveying her walk; that nervous aura evaporating from the young man as he moved forward with purpose.
Having instilled in him the virtues of being a gentleman, she was not surprised when he knelt and held out his hand to her. Suddenly, a shiver ran through her body that radiated through her body from that point of contact. She held his 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.
"Can I have a kiss, kaa-chan?" Ryuichi asked, 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 she was feeling it too. There was a part of him that wanted to question his father's motives, but he wouldn't pass up such a monumental offer.
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 was lighting up the room with his megawatt smile. What was going on with him? Taking a deep breath, she turned to her son and nodded hesitantly. "Only one."
Before Kimiye could blink, Ryuichi 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 began to dig his hand into the depths of her delicious red locks. 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 but scrawny, and she used to joke about him being weird. She even mentioned it on her wedding day and he was confused at the altar. His eighteen-year-old son, on the other hand, was the epitome of manhood. He had more than one foot on his father; he was one of the tallest men she knew now. He wasn't the ideal body type for a shinobi because any shirt he wore would stretch obscenely across his muscles. He had very broad shoulders that made him look huge and it didn't help that his biceps were the size of a rock. She hadn't seen him shirtless in years.
It all happened in slow motion for her as he 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 bestial physique, his lips were quite padded, but thick enough that her lips held 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 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.
This sensation, could have been a chakra resonance, as far as Ryuichi was concerned, was causing blood to race 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. He continued to caress the sides of his mother's face as her body merged with his. She then gasped against her 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, faded to nothing. And now he was here, alive but badly, he had just kissed his mother. What caught him off guard was that pulling away from her made her lean forward and kiss him back.
'... And there it is.' Thought Masaji silently, ignoring the pang in his heart upon seeing his wife's glazed over as she returned for a few seconds. She never looked more angelic or innocent. It was as if the world had disappeared because everything that wasn't her or her child had become a figment of his imagination. Eventually, her big violet eyes opened, but he noticed that her body was relatively limp against his son's body. Kimiye can try to deny anything he wants, but the chemistry between them was so volcanic he wasn't sure when it would explode.
"Wow…that was…um…really…wow…" Kimiye whispered, her voice husky, a huge blush running down her face 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 son! Why did she agree to this?!
"This was a dream come true for me, kaa-chan. Thank you." Ryuichi whispered, as he smiled genuinely 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 she unconsciously closed her eyes and pursed her lips. The moment the ex-kunoichi 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 encore and now he was making the most of it. His mind wanted only a kiss, but his heart and soul ached for more. It was almost as if her son was on the same wavelength, she felt his tongue slip lightly out of her mouth and slide briefly over her lips. The moment her own tongue slipped out of her mouth and went after his was forever etched in her brain. As her 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 his kimono as her huge breasts swelled against his hard pecs. 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 he called biceps.
Freshly brewed juices from her femininity's heart began to trickle down the sides of her legs in spasms as she experienced sexual sensations that were foreign to her. She knew she should have canceled all of this right then and there, but it was one of those moments where her body was acting on its own. He 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 launched himself into her mouth, languidly probing her teeth, gums and tongue. Soon his lips formed an almost perfect seal, their tongues sharing a single large mouth, moving freely together and against each other. She hadn't known for a long time that they kissed from then on. It was as if he had activated all her sensory perceptions to a degree never before experienced. 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. Finally, they retracted their lips. She lay curled up in his arms, looking up at him with fluttering eyes and her heart pounding. Her hands soon came to her face and as he wiped away her tears he dared another nibble, chastely catching her lower lip.
"Oh my Kami." Kimiye whimpered, still dazed. "Wasn't that enough for you, Ryuchan?"
"I could kiss you forever, kaa-chan." Ryuichi replied, cementing his point by greedily brushing his lips against hers. "For all-"
Kimiye stopped him with a small kiss before she rose on her tiptoes and leaned against his ear. "I've never been kissed like that…ever." Kimiye said and started to straighten, and 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 her son? Was he finally showing some regret? She was also being overcome with regret. Why couldn't she stop with a kiss? Why did kissing him make her forget that her husband was only five feet away? Lowering her head, unable to bear the guilt any longer, she ran for the stairs, ignoring him calling out to her.
"That's my wife you were kissing."
"Sorry, tou-san." Ryuichi said as he bit his bottom lip. "I got carried away a little. You know how I feel about her. I still don't know why you made me kiss her in the first place."
"I already said I would respond to her confession at home." Masaji replied, reaching out and squeezing his son's shoulder. "I've been married to Kimiye-chan for over twenty years. 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 don't accept it at all."
Ryuichi nodded sadly. "I'm sorry for hurting you, tou-san."
"It's all right." continued Masaji as he squeezed his son's shoulder reassuringly. "You're my son. My rightful heir. The man I trust most of all on this planet. And then, over the past few months, I've been thinking about it a lot. words just prove who they want to be. You claim you love her and tonight you proved it." Masaji said and his voice thickened as his eyes glowed a brilliant blue. "I promise you now, not just as your leader, but as a man, a comrade, a friend and as your father, that you and your mother will stay together."
Each word had deeply wounded Ryuichi's heart, as he was unable to quantify the love his father had for him. He really was the most selfless man of all time. And now the strength had left him, and he nearly doubled under the weight as the world collapsed on him. He let out a silent sigh, his voice a mere whisper. "...Are you serious, tou-san?"
"I definitely shouldn't be doing this." He said. Masaji. "But what I saw you had with her just now. What I imagined you will have with her in the future. It's something I've never had with her in all the years I've been married to her. Judging by how she was kissing you, I'm pretty sure a part of her already noticed it. The husband in me is ashamed to admit it, but the father in me is not ashamed to admit it. Your love for her is... inconceivable. I can't put it into words, so I'll close with this: you're going to become her lover and that's the promise of a lifetime."
Ryuichi was fascinated when his father ruffled his hair before leaving. This influx of emotions bombarded his brain cells that short-circuited his nervous system. He looked up at the ceiling, his entire body trembling. 'You are mine, kaa-chan. Just mine…'
~xXx~
As much as Masaji tried to get her to talk to him, she refused to talk that night. That kiss was so powerful it still impacted her like light tremors. Her son was able to channel his desire into her lips, where she, Kimiye Koshiro, had been a victim of his boundless love. She couldn't ignore how her pussy was crying through her panties as they slowly began kissing. Her husband took considerable time and effort to bring her to orgasm, but she had achieved a miniature orgasm simply by closing her lips with an eighteen-year-old girl. 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. Not a bit of Ryuichi and all of Kimiye. Dinners were quieter than ever in the Koshiro compound. She talked freely with her husband, but her words died in her throat whenever she cast a glance at her son. She knew it was stupid of her not to confront him about kissing her. It didn't help that her husband brought up the subject from time to time. Even as they lay in bed, he talked nonstop about how muscular his son had become and how the girls must be competing to kiss the young man. It was like Masaji was irritating her on purpose.
Now that her father had granted her "permission", Ryuichi began openly lusting after her mother. Not once had he shied away from the family tradition of kissing her cheek before leaving the house. In fact, he would throw that kiss with a touch of his shoulders. He rubbed his hip against hers when she was washing dishes. Gradually, he was breaking his mother's decision and soon she would have no choice but to accept the mating.
Masaji still had some reservations, which was to be expected, but he was having fun playing matchmaker for the future incestuous couple. It would just be a matter of time now.
~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 hair rested charmingly on her shoulders, sensually framing her beautiful face.
"Well…" Kimiye started to speak as she turned to her husband. "What do you think?"
Masaji swallowed a lump in his throat, his cock struggling against his pants. "You… look amazing, Kimiye-chan. By the way, your date is in the living room."
Hearing that was an instant red flag for Kimiye, because it could only mean one thing. It's true that, with a few steps forward, she could see her son dressed, his broad shoulders, big biceps, and bulging pectorals stretching the dark black shirt he wore. The first two buttons were undone, so she got a preview of her defined chest.
Kimiye didn't even pay attention to his pants because she was captivated by the rose he held in her hands. Her heartbeat quickened as she noticed the trays of food placed in front of the fireplace. Her husband did not urge her to dress up for a romantic evening. He prepared her for his son. "Masaji-kun..." Kimiye whispered darkly. "Are you kidding me? What exactly is going on with you? First allowing Ryuchan to kiss me, and now this? Did you forget he's in love with me?" Kimiye snapped, that was just part of the reason. Not a day has gone by in the past two weeks that she hasn't remembered that magical kiss. What made her crawl through the walls was that her husband hadn't made love to her since the day her son kissed her. 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.
His desolate wife gave him the looks that promised a lot of pain, but that was for the Greater Good. By not engaging in any sexual activity with her, Masaji figured he would help his son in his quest to win her over. Also, Kimiye would soon be in a relationship with her son, so he had no intention of continuing to have sex with her. "What you need to do now is accept Ryuchan's offer. He poured his heart and soul trying to put it all together, so please don't break your heart by rejecting him. Enjoy."
Kimiye's faint words of protest went unheard as her husband pecked the top of her head before disappearing upstairs. For reasons she couldn't understand, he wanted her to have a date at home with his son. She took a moment to notice how sharp he looked, how nervous he was, but also how anxious he looked. There was a faint orange hue in the living room due to the sparks coming from the fireplace. She once again noticed the numerous dishes set out for her, most notably the steaming bowl of ramen, one of her favorites, what a nice touch. Sighing to herself, she started to address her son, not daring to deny him.
"You look so beautiful, kaa-chan."
The reaction her husband had to this dress pales 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. She felt her nipples harden as he 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 he kiss her again? Would she allow him to kiss her? That's exactly why she told her husband that this was not a good idea. Kimiye managed to stammer out a "thank you," her heart racing as he took her hand, sending that familiar bolt through her entire body.
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, dining by candlelight with her son, who was in love with her. 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 subsides, she leans forward, accidentally offering him a full view of her well-designed cleavage firmly raised 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 around, gracefully as she would, she was jutting her hips toward him, presenting herself to him as some kind of 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 under 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. She immediately backed away, 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 the water chakra. 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. His 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. Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had done this.
"You feel tense, kaa-chan." She whispered Ryuichi, exhaling hot, scorching breath mixed with fiery chakra as she pressed a spot between her father's neck and the shoulder joint.
Her eyes fluttered as her son gave her the biggest shoulder massage she's ever had, loosening the tight spots and making her feel so relaxed. "Mmm..."
He started to work on her 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..."
"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. She was quickly succumbing to him and he took great delight in her lack of protest as he slid his fingers down her neck, along her shoulders and the tops of her arms in one-of-a-kind motions.
Hearing nothing but her mother's soft moans, a smile danced across her lips and Ryuichi began using his thumbs on the back of her shoulders and letting 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 and 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 she 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 he go before she finally stopped him? How far was it really? He was her son, and she absolutely shouldn't be doing this. But why was it so good, so exhilarating, exciting and tempting? 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. She immediately jerked forward, her heart pounding frantically, her eyes going wide, the wedding band on her finger glinting in the moonlight. "R-Ryuchan...sto-"
"Shh..." Murmured Ryuichi as he nibbled her ear. "Tou-san said you're my girl tonight and I plan to spoil 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. She 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 his son's girl.
With no replica left in her, his fingers opened and slid faster 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?" whispered Ryuichi, 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 sexy dress right now. Oh, how he wouldn't love sucking her 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."
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 the first. 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 the totally grotesque bulge in her pants. Her son wasn't big, he was monstrous. Even through his clothes, she could easily tell he was so much bigger than her father. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, leaning her ass against him, kissing him for all he was worth, succumbing to the homage he was paying to her breasts.
Little did Kimiye know, her husband was watching all this unfold from the master bedroom window.