Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 An Island Cure for Homesickness [anal, vaginal, oral, threesome, oyakodon (mother & daughter) MFF]

The evening sun dipped low, casting a golden haze through the window of the guest house. Hayao sat alone in his room, slumped at his low wooden desk, the chair creaking beneath him as he scrolled through his smartphone. Photos of Tokyo flickered across the screen. Each image was a sharp pang of homesickness, a reminder of the life he’d left behind. The island’s raw sexuality, once a thrilling escape, now felt like an overwhelming tide, pulling him deeper into a world that both excited and unsettled him. He sighed, tossing the phone onto the desk.

Downstairs, the pub buzzed with the clink of sake cups and the murmur of villagers, but Hayao had no desire to join them. 

A soft knock on the shoji door broke his reverie. “Hayao?” Kanae’s voice, warm and laced with concern, filtered through the wood. “Can I come in?”

He straightened, wiping his face to mask his melancholy. “Sure,” he called, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest.

The door slid open, and Kanae stepped in, a tray in her hands bearing a steaming cup of chamomile tea, its floral scent mingling with the room’s faint incense. Her voluptuous figure was outlined by a tight t-shirt and denim hotpants, her medium-length brown hair tied back with a red kerchief, her dark eyes scanning his face with a perceptive glint. 

“You look like you’ve lost your best friend,” she said, setting the tray on the desk, her fingers brushing his as she handed him the cup, sending a spark through him. “What’s wrong?”

Hayao sipped the tea, its warmth soothing his throat. “I miss Tokyo,” he admitted, his voice low. “The streets, my friends, the ramen shop we always went to. It’s so different here. I don’t know if I belong.”

Kanae nodded, her expression softening as she sat beside him on the other chair, her thigh brushing his, her scent filling his senses. 

“I get it,” she said, her hand resting on his knee, her touch light but suggestive. “When I first came to this island, I felt out of place too. But I found my rhythm here, and you can too.” Her smile turned playful, her eyes gleaming. “Let me help you forget Tokyo for a while. Come to my room. I’ll close the pub early tonight.”

Hayao’s heart quickened, a surge of anticipation cutting through his gloom. “Okay,” he agreed, standing to follow her, his cock stirring at the promise in her voice.

They descended the creaky wooden stairs, the pub’s lively chatter growing louder. Kanae called out, her voice firm, “We’re closing early tonight. Finish up and head out.” 

The patrons grumbled good-naturedly, downing their drinks and filing out, leaving the pub quiet, the air heavy with the lingering scent of sake and grilled fish. The owner locked the door, then took Hayao’s hand, her fingers warm and firm, leading him through a narrow hallway to her private room.

Kanae’s room was a cozy sanctuary, its tatami mats soft underfoot, shoji screens filtering the evening light into a golden glow. A large futon dominated the space, covered with soft cotton sheets, flanked by a small altar, adorned with a single candle and a family photo of Kanae and Shina smiling together. The air was scented with Kanae’s perfume, a heady mix that made Hayao’s cock harden fully as he stepped inside.

The older woman turned to him, her hands on his chest, pushing him gently toward the futon. “Let’s make you feel at home,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and inviting. 

Hayao’s hands found her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together, his erection grinding against her thigh through his pants. They kissed deeply, tongues entwining, hands roaming with urgency. Kanae’s t-shirt and hotpants fell to the floor, revealing her tanned, curvy body, her large breasts with dark nipples erect, her shaved pussy glistening with arousal, a bead of wetness trailing down her inner thigh.

She pushed him onto the futon, straddling him, her pussy grinding against his cock through his pants, the friction sending sparks through him. “Take these off,” she commanded, her voice husky, her eyes dark with desire. Hayao shed his clothes quickly, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. Kanae positioned herself over him, guiding his cock to her entrance, sinking down slowly, her tight warmth enveloping him inch by inch, both moaning at the sensation, her pussy clenching around him, slick with her juices.

They moved together, her hips rocking in a steady rhythm, his thrusts meeting her, the futon creaking beneath them. Kanae’s breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Her moans filled the room, her head thrown back, hair spilling from the kerchief, a cascade of brown waves. 

“Fuck, Hayao, you’re so hard,” she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks.

Hayao’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her gasp, her pussy tightening around his cock. The scent of their arousal filled the room, mingling with the faint incense from the altar. His climax built, his balls tightening, but Kanae slowed her pace, leaning down, her lips brushing his ear. “I think I know what might cheer you up even more,” she whispered, her voice breathless with lust. “You want to fuck my daughter and me at the same time?”

Hayao’s eyes widened, his cock twitching inside her, the idea sending a surge of arousal through him. “God, yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with eagerness, his mind racing with images of their bodies entwined, mother and daughter sharing him.

Kanae smiled, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of sake and desire. She slid off him, his cock slick with her juices, glistening in the dim light. 

“Wait here,” she said, standing gracefully, her naked body a vision of curves, her large breasts bouncing, her hips swaying seductively as she left the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

Hayao lay back, stroking his cock slowly to keep himself hard, his heart pounding with anticipation, his mind buzzing with the forbidden thrill of what was to come. Minutes later, the shoji door slid open, and Kanae returned, holding hands with Shina, both completely naked, their bodies glowing in the golden light.

Shina’s slender form contrasted sharply with Kanae’s voluptuous curves, her small breasts perky, their pink nipples hard, her pussy glistening with excitement, her long black hair loose around her shoulders, framing her enthusiastic smile. 

“Hi, Hayao!” she chirped, her voice bright and playful, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. “Mom said you’re feeling down. Let’s make you smile!”

Hayao’s cock throbbed at the sight of them together, mother and daughter, both radiating desire. “You’re both… incredible,” he managed, his voice rough, his eyes drinking in their forms—Kanae’s full breasts and wide hips, Shina’s lithe frame and pert curves.

Kanae and Shina approached, kneeling before him as he stood, their faces level with his cock, their eyes locked on his with lustful intent. They began to pleasure him together, their teamwork seamless, a testament to their close bond and the island’s uninhibited traditions. Kanae took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, tasting his salty precum. Shina licked along the shaft, her tongue tracing the pulsing veins, her lips soft and teasing, their mouths meeting occasionally in a kiss around his cock, their tongues brushing against each other, sharing his taste.

Hayao groaned, his hands resting lightly on their heads, fingers tangling in Kanae’s brown hair and Shina’s black strands, guiding them gently. The sensation of two mouths was overwhelming—Kanae’s experienced technique, her throat relaxing to take him deep, contrasted with Shina’s enthusiastic energy, her tongue flicking rapidly along his shaft. They took turns sucking him, the older woman deep-throating him, her nose brushing his pubic hair, while the young girl sucked on his balls, her lips warm and soft, rolling them gently in her mouth. Their saliva mixed, dripping down his cock, coating his balls, the wet sounds filling the room, mingling with Hayao’s low moans and their soft gasps.

Kanae pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva and precum, a string connecting her mouth to his cock. 

“Let’s start fucking,” she said, her voice commanding yet playful, her eyes gleaming with desire. She lay down on the futon face up, her legs spread wide, her pussy wet and inviting, glistening in the golden light. Shina climbed on top of her, face down, their bodies aligned so Shina’s head was at Kanae’s breasts, her own pussy stacked above Kanae’s.

The young girl began to suck on her mother’s large, corpulent breasts, her tongue flicking over the hardened nipples, circling them, drawing soft moans from Kanae. Her hands kneaded the soft flesh, her lips tugging gently, making Kanae’s back arch, her pussy dripping with arousal. Both women wiggled their hips, presenting their pussies and asses to Hayao, their bodies a vision of contrast—Kanae’s full curves and Shina’s slender frame.

Hayao knelt behind them, his cock hard and ready, slick with their saliva. He positioned himself at Kanae’s entrance first, sliding into her wet pussy with ease, thrusting deeply, feeling her warmth envelop him, her walls clenching around his cock. 

“Fuck, Kanae, you’re so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts steady and deep, her juices coating him, dripping down his balls.

After several strokes, he pulled out and moved to Shina, entering her tighter pussy slowly, savoring the way her slender body trembled as he filled her. 

“Oh, Hayao,” she moaned, her voice muffled against her mother’s breast, her pussy gripping him tightly, her juices mixing with Kanae’s on his cock. He alternated between them, each thrust met with moans of pleasure, their pussies clenching around him, the contrast between Kanae’s experienced warmth and Shina’s youthful tightness driving him wild. 

Hayao then shifted his attention to their asses, spitting on his fingers to lubricate them. He prepared Kanae’s anus first, sliding a finger in slowly, feeling her relax under his touch, her experienced hole accepting him easily. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly, her ass tight but yielding, her moans deepening as he thrust into her, the friction intense but smooth. 

“Yes, Hayao, fuck my ass,” she panted, her voice raw, her hips pushing back against him, her breasts bouncing as her daughter continued to suck them.

After several strokes, he moved to Shina, preparing her anus with his fingers, her tighter hole resisting at first but relaxing under his careful touch. He entered her slowly, her body tensing, a soft whimper escaping her lips as he filled her ass. 

“You’re filling me up,” she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping Kanae’s breasts for support. Hayao thrust carefully, then harder as she adjusted, her ass clenching around him, the friction searing but exhilarating.

He alternated between their asses, the tightness driving him wild, Kanae’s moans deep and sultry, Shina’s higher and more desperate. Their bodies rocked together, Shina’s lips still on Kanae’s nipples, their hips wiggling, urging him on. The room was a symphony of pleasure—moans, gasps, the wet slap of flesh on flesh.

As his climax approached, Hayao pulled out of Shina’s ass, his cock throbbing with need. 

“Kneel side by side,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire, his balls tightening, his breath ragged.

Kanae and Shina swiftly disentangled themselves from their stacked position on the futon, their movements fluid and eager, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the golden light filtering through the shoji screens. They knelt side by side, their faces inches apart, their knees sinking into the soft tatami, looking up at Hayao with hungry anticipation, lips parted, eyes gleaming with lust. Kanae’s tanned, voluptuous curves contrasted with Shina’s pale, slender frame, their breasts—Kanae’s heavy and full, Shina’s small and pert—rising with their quickened breaths, a vision of raw desire that made Hayao’s cock pulse harder.

Hayao stood before them, his legs slightly apart, his cock jutting out, hard and slick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, catching the soft glow of the room. Shina leaned in first, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of his shaft from base to tip, her dark eyes locked on his with a playful, teasing glint. Kanae followed, her tongue mirroring Shina’s on the opposite side, their tongues brushing against each other at the head in a sensual, fleeting caress, their saliva mingling, coating his cock in a glossy sheen.

Hayao groaned, the dual sensation of their tongues overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure rippling through him. Their warm breaths tickled his sensitive skin, the wetness of their saliva making his cock glisten in the golden light. Shina and Kanae worked in perfect harmony, their teamwork as mother and daughter evident in their synchronized movements, a dance of lust honed by the island’s ways.

Kanae’s tongue, broad and experienced, lapped at the pulsing veins along his shaft with slow, deliberate strokes, her lips grazing the skin, leaving a trail of slick warmth. Shina, with youthful eagerness, flicked her tongue rapidly along the other side, her movements quick and teasing, her lips soft and warm, occasionally pressing a light kiss to the shaft, her eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Mmm, you’re so fucking disgusting,” the young girl purred, her voice a sultry whisper, her tongue swirling around the base, her breath hot against his balls, sending a jolt through his cock.

The older woman took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it, sucking with a gentle, rhythmic pressure, her tongue circling the sensitive tip, savoring his salty precum, drawing a deep moan from Hayao’s throat. Shina moved lower, her lips closing around one of his balls, sucking it gently into her mouth, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin, then switching to the other, her hands resting lightly on his thighs, nails grazing his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through him. Their combined efforts were a symphony of sensation—wet, slurping sounds, soft moans, and Hayao’s ragged breaths filling the room.

Their coordination was impeccable, each anticipating the other’s actions with an intimacy that heightened the erotic charge. Hayao’s hands rested on their heads, fingers tangling in Kanae’s brown hair and Shina’s long black strands, not guiding but anchoring himself as waves of pleasure surged through him. 

“Fuck, you’re both incredible. Wonderful pair of girls,” he panted, his hips twitching, his cock pulsing in Kanae’s mouth, his balls tightening under Shina’s teasing tongue.

Kanae pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, glistening in the light, and Shina took her place, taking him deep into her throat, her nose brushing his pubic hair, her throat contracting around him, a soft gag escaping her lips, her eyes watering but gleaming with playful defiance. 

She pulled back a touch. “You’re gonna cum so hard for us,” Shina murmured, her voice muffled against his cock, her tongue flicking over the slit, drawing out more precum, her hand stroking the base in time with her sucks.

They switched again, Kanae sucking his balls, her lips warm and soft, rolling them gently in her mouth, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin behind them, while Shina licked the head, her tongue darting rapidly over the ridge, her lips sucking with a teasing lightness that made Hayao’s knees tremble. Their tongues met occasionally in a brief, sensual kiss around his cock, their lips brushing against each other, sharing his taste, their saliva mixing, dripping down his shaft, coating his balls, pooling on the futon below.

Shina’s hand joined her mother’s, stroking the base of his cock in a steady rhythm, her fingers slick with saliva, while Kanae’s tongue lapped at the shaft, her strokes long and broad, her lips occasionally kissing the skin, leaving a trail of warmth. Shina focused on the head, her tongue swirling rapidly, her lips tight, sucking with a playful intensity, her eyes locked on his, a sultry smile playing on her lips. 

“Come on, Hayao, give us that big load,” she teased, her voice a breathy whisper, her tongue flicking over the slit, drawing out a bead of precum that she lapped up eagerly.

Their relentless teamwork pushed Hayao to the edge, his breath growing ragged, his body tensing, his climax building with unbearable intensity. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained, his hands tightening in their hair, his hips twitching, desperate for release. Shina and Kanae intensified their efforts, their tongues moving faster, their suction tighter, their faces pressed close, ready to receive him. Kanae’s tongue lapped at the base, her lips kissing the pulsing veins, while Shina sucked the head with rapid, tight pulls, her tongue flicking over the slit, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

With a guttural groan, Hayao came, his cum erupting in a torrent of thick, hot ropes across their faces. The first spurt landed on Kanae’s cheek, splattering across her tanned skin, a creamy streak glistening in the golden light. The second hit Shina’s forehead, dripping down to her lips, coating them in a glossy sheen. More cum sprayed across their chins, noses, and cheeks, some landing in their open mouths, their tongues darting out to catch it, savoring his salty taste. The sheer volume coated their faces, dripping down their necks, glistening in the light, a raw, intimate display of their shared pleasure.

Once he was spent, they turned to each other, kissing deeply, their tongues licking off the cum from each other’s faces, sharing his seed in a sensual, intimate display. Their lips met in a passionate dance, cum smearing between them, their hands caressing each other’s bodies, fingers tracing sweat-slicked skin, their moans soft and satisfied. Kanae’s tongue lapped at Shina’s cheek, cleaning a streak of cum, while Shina’s lips sucked gently at Kanae’s chin, their eyes half-closed in pleasure, their bond evident in their tender, erotic exchange.

Then, they turned their attention to Hayao’s cock, cleaning it with their mouths. Kanae took him first, sucking gently, her tongue lapping up the remaining cum, her lips soft and warm, her movements slow and thorough. Shina followed, her tongue swirling around his shaft, ensuring he was completely clean, her lips teasing the sensitive head, her playful smirk returning as she glanced up at him. Their combined efforts left him shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure, the act both intimate and erotic, their mouths leaving his cock glistening with their saliva.

Finally, sated and exhausted, Hayao lay down on the futon. Kanae and Shina snuggled against him, one on each side, their heads resting on his chest, their bodies warm and soft against his. Kanae’s curves pressed against his left side, her large breasts soft and heavy, while Shina’s slender frame nestled against his right. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them close.

As they drifted off to sleep, Hayao felt a wave of peace wash over him, his homesickness momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their embrace. The island had become his new reality, its sexual freedom a balm to his soul, and for now, he was content to let it envelop him, the stopwatch’s silent temptation fading into the background.

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