Angela stood there frozen in place, her kimono slipping off her shoulders.
Her chest was rising and falling with every shaky breath she took. Her green eyes were locked on Yami, her son, but she wasn't just looking at her boy—she was looking at a man.
Yami's hand slid down her shoulder, brushing her soft skin before stopping at the knot holding her kimono together. His fingers tugged at it lightly, playing with it like he had all the time in the world.
Angela's cheeks turned red, and her lips trembled as she stood there, unsure what to say or do.
"You don't have to pretend anymore, Mom," Yami whispered below her ear. "I know what you want and what you deserve."
Angela whimpered softly, her body trembling under his touch. "Yami… This is wrong… We shouldn't…"
Yami leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Wrong? After everything he's done to you? After all the nights you cried yourself to sleep while he fucked some barely-legal slut in your bed? After he brings girls so young, they could be my classmates!? Tell me, Mom… Where was the "right" in that?"
Angela's eyes welled up with tears, her emotions swirling between guilt, shame, and undeniable desire; she wanted to be fucked so much.
Her hands clutched the fabric of her kimono tightly as if holding onto the last thread of her restraint.
"But… you're my son…" she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I'm not a boy anymore," Yami said, his golden eyes burning with intensity.
He tugged at the sash, letting her kimono fall open. Her full, heavy breast spilt out; He pink, swollen nipples were already leaking drops of creamy milk.
Yami and Angela had seen each other naked for years now, they had masturbated together, and Yami had eaten Angela's pussy. Still, for some reason, this time was different.
Angela's hands trembled as she tried to cover herself, but Yami gently pushed them away.
His touch was firm, yet tender, as he slid the kimono off her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet.
She stood before him completely naked, vulnerable, and yet more beautiful than he'd ever seen.
"Yami…" Angela's voice was barely a whisper now, her body betraying her resolve as she leaned into his touch, her pussy was dripping into the wooden floor, and her nipples were hard and erect, begging to be abused.
Yami's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Let me make you feel good. Let me give you what he never could."
Angela's lips parted, a soft moan escaping as Yami leaned in to kiss her. The moment their lips met, something inside her broke. All the guilt and shame melted away, replaced by pure, raw lust.
This was the moment she had been dreaming of for all those years.
Her arms wrapped around Yami's neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.
Yami's tongue invaded her mouth, and she gladly accepted; they shared saliva as their tongues danced with each other.
Her soft lips moved against his with desperation, years of pent-up frustration pouring out in every touch.
Yami's hands roamed her body, cupping her full fat and heavy tits, his thumbs brushing over her leaking nipples.
Angela pulled out of the kiss and gasped as milk dripped onto his hands; the warmth of his hand made her shiver. "I… I'm still lactating…" she whispered, her face flushed with embarrassment "for you..."
Yami grinned, his golden eyes devouring her whole. "I noticed," he said, his hands lowering to Angela's fat ass.
Without hesitation, he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Angela cried out softly, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked greedily, drawing her milk into his mouth.
The sweet, creamy taste made his cock twitch painfully in his pants.
"You taste amazing," Yami murmured, licking his lips as he pulled back. "I've been dreaming about this for so long," Angelas said, moaning as Yami returned for more of that sweat milk.
Angela whimpered, her legs trembling as Yami guided her to the couch. He laid her down gently, his hands never leaving her body. Her breasts continued to leak, each drop of milk only making Yami hungrier for more.
As he stood, Yami stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing his cock. Angela's eyes widened in shock as it sprang free. Thick, veiny, and already leaking precum, it was just as always, yet now that it was about to go inside her...
"Oh my god…" Angela whispered, her eyes locked on his cock. "It's… so big…"
Yami knelt between her legs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself at her entrance. His golden eyes met hers, filled with lust and tenderness.
"Are you ready, Mom?" he asked, his voice softer now.
Angela nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes… Please, Yami… I need you."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Yami pushed inside her, stretching her pussy around his cock.
Angela gasped, her back arching off the couch as she felt him fill her completely. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck, you're tight," Yami groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move. "You feel so fucking good."
Angela moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, droplets of milk spilling onto her chest and the couch. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy clenching around Yami's cock as he drove deeper into her guts.
Angela's moans filled the living room, echoing off the walls as Yami's cock stretched her pussy in ways she hadn't felt in years.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her.
"Yami… you're—you're so deep," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
Her body rocked beneath him, her tits bouncing with each thrust, droplets of warm milk spraying onto her chest and stomach.
Yami gritted his teeth, his golden eyes locked on her flushed, blissful face. "You were made for this, Mom," he growled, his hips slapping harder against her. "Your body was made for this... Augh... I don't know why dad didn't gave you the attention you deserve."
Angela whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body surrendered completely.
"...But from now on, I'll make sure to fuck you like the woman you are!" Yami said as he began to move faster, his balls slapping against Angela's pussy as his cock stretched her far more than she had ever been.
Her mind was a haze of lust and emotion, the years of loneliness and neglect vanishing with every thrust; after so many years, and despite already giving birth, Angela's pussy was as tight as when she was a virgin.
Yami leaned down, capturing one of her leaking nipples in his mouth again. He sucked hard, drawing more of her sweet, creamy milk into his mouth, making Angela cry out louder.
"Ahhh—Yami! Fuck!" Angela's head tilted back, her mouth open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crashed over her as Yami drank from her tits and bit onto her rock-hard nipples.
The obscene squelching sounds of his cock slamming into her wet pussy mixed with the soft sucking sounds of him drinking her milk. The room reeked of sex, milk, and sweat.
Yami pulled back slightly, his cock glistening with Angela's juices as he thrust harder, deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her legs shake uncontrollably.
Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, milking his cock for everything he had.
"You're so tight, Mom," Yami groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "It's like your pussy's been waiting for me."
Angela moaned shamelessly, her body writhing beneath him. "I have," she admitted breathlessly. "I've waited so long, Yami… for you… for this…"
Hearing those words drove Yami wild. His thrusts grew faster, more desperate. He couldn't hold back anymore—not when her pussy was squeezing him so perfectly, and her milk was dripping down his chin.
Angela's eyes rolled back as she felt herself teeter on the edge. Her entire body trembled, her pussy clenching around Yami's cock as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
"Yami!" she screamed, her nails raking down his back as her juices gushed out, soaking the couch and his thighs. Her squirting only made the slick, wet sounds even filthier.
Everywhere from the living room, the couch and Yami's body were coated in her juices, and as Yami pulled out, he groaned, feeling her pussy clamp down on him.
He wasn't far behind. His balls tightened, his cock twitching inside her.
"I'm gonna fill you up, Mom, I'm gonna cum inside you and give myself a brother."
Angela's legs locked around his waist when she heard that, her body begging for it. "Yes—please, Yami! Fill me! Make me yours!"
With one final thrust, Yami buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing as he shot thick ropes of cum into her waiting womb.
Angela, who had just orgasmed, stuck her tongue out and passed out in the living room just after Yami's first load.
Yami was panting, but he wasn't near exhausted. However, Angela was. Despite being a pro hero, she had retired over 15 years ago, and the most demanding task she had to do was moving her plants around the house.
Still inside her, so not a single drop of his cum leaked out, Yami saw a notification from his system.
[Congratulations Sinji... No, wait, Yami.]
[Since you were supposed to fuck in three days and not one—not that I complain—I'll give you a reward; I'll transfer a Quirk Technique, so you don't have to learn it—let's be honest, your Quirk mastery is shit.]
[Stamina Sharing: Quirk Technique—Granted1]
[From now on, you can share your stamina and resilience with others so long you physically touch them, skin against skin.]
[Have fun champ]
Angela woke back up as the last tremors of her orgasm rippled through her.
Her eyes opened, drunk on lust and warmth, only to see Yami leaning over her, his golden eyes burning.
"Mom," Yami whispered, his voice husky as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then trailed down to her cheeks, lips, and neck. "You're not done yet."
Angela's heart raced, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her entire body felt alive, and every nerve was burning with sensation. She reached up, her fingers trembling slightly, brushing through Yami's messy black hair.
"Yami…" Her voice was breathless. Her mind, which had been muddled with guilt ever since the pair had started masturbating together, now only focused on one thing: him.
Yami cupped her face, pressing his forehead against hers. "You're mine now. There's no going back. No more pretending."
Angela shivered at the intensity of his gaze. "I don't want to pretend," she confessed, her voice breaking.
"I've been pretending for so long… trying to hold this family together… for you. But I can't do it anymore. I won't do it anymore."
Yami nodded, brushing his thumb over her flushed cheek. "Good. You shouldn't. He doesn't deserve you."
Angela closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. "He never did. I… I wasted so many years hoping he'd change. But the only one who ever truly loved me—truly cared—was you."
Angela smiled through her tears, cupping his face in her hands. "Take me, Yami. Take everything. I'm yours; it doesn't matter if you fuck around; I don't care, I never did to your father, and I won't be with you."
Yami's hands roamed her body, sliding down her sides, over her hips, and back up to her full, milk-swollen breasts.
He squeezed them gently, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples, causing Angela to gasp.
Panting, Angela looked up at him. "Make me forget him, Yami. Override everything I ever felt for him. I don't want to remember anything about that man anymore. I want to belong to you and only you."
Yami nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs again. "You already do."
He slid his cock inside her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely. Angela cried out, her back arching as pleasure shot through her yet again.
"Yami!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes… yes… just like that…"
Yami set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against hers with each thrust.
"You're mine," Yami stated, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her legs wider. "Say it."
Angela whimpered, her eyes rolling back as she clung to him. "I'm yours! Only yours!"
Yami leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked greedily, drawing her sweet, creamy milk into his mouth, only to then move to kiss Angela.
Angela moaned loudly, her hands tangling in his hair as they shared her milk in the kiss.
"Fuck," Yami muttered, pulling back slightly. "You taste so good."
Angela's cheeks flushed, her nipples dripping milk as she gazed up at him. "It's all for you, Yami. Everything I have… everything I am… it's all yours."
Yami kissed her again, their tongues tangling as he drove deeper inside her. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as her body trembled with pleasure.
"I'm going to divorce him," Angela whispered against his lips. "I don't care what it takes. I'm done with him. I'm yours now, Yami."
Yami grinned, his thrusts growing harder and faster. "Good. He doesn't deserve you."
Angela cried out, her body shaking as another orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clenched around Yami's cock.
Yami groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her.
And with a final, deep thrust, Yami buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. Angela moaned loudly, her body convulsing as she felt his warmth flood her womb.
They stayed like that momentarily, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy. Then Angela felt herself full of energy yet again.
Angela was surprised, but Yami calmed her down with a soft kiss. "Until there is nothing me inside you, We'll continue until morning," Yami said, turning her around and starting to fuck her yet again.
And so, they fucked until the next day.