Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Prodigal Son [Ending]

The journey back to Tasaka city was a blur of train rides and bustling stations, Hayao’s mind torn between the island’s wild freedom and the familiar comfort of home. As he stepped off the train in Tasaka, the city’s neon lights and crowded sidewalks enveloped him, a stark contrast to the island’s quiet streets. He navigated the familiar streets to his house, his heart pounding with anticipation, the stopwatch in his pocket a heavy reminder of the sins he needed to atone for.

The front door swung open before he could knock, and Mai stood there, her dyed blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering in the porch light. She wore a stunning red evening dress, its silky fabric clinging to her voluptuous, gym-toned body, her large breasts straining against the low neckline, her curves accentuated by the tight fit. “Hayao!” she exclaimed, throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, smothering him with affection, her breasts pressing against his chest, her perfume—floral and musky—filling his senses.

“I missed you so much,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, her hands cupping his face, her dark eyes shining with tears of joy. Hayao hugged her back, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent, his cock stirring despite himself, the warmth of her body igniting a forbidden desire. 

“I missed you too, Mom,” he murmured, his hands resting on her waist, feeling the curve of her hips through the dress, his heart racing with a mix of love and lust.

Mai pulled back, her smile radiant, her hands still on his cheeks. “You’re home now,” she said, her voice soft, leading him inside, the familiar scent of home and her perfume washing over him. The living room was cozy, now with plush furniture and family photos on the walls, a stark contrast to the island’s rustic guest house.

As Mai turned to close the door, Hayao’s hand slipped into his pocket, fingers closing around the stopwatch, its cold metal pulsing with power. The island had awakened a dark hunger in him, and the temptation was too strong to resist. He clicked the button, freezing time, the world falling silent around them, Mai’s movements halted mid-step, her red dress frozen in a graceful arc.

In the stillness, Hayao approached her from behind, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her skin, his cock pressing against her ass through the dress, hard and throbbing. His hands roamed upward, cupping her large breasts, squeezing them through the silky fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. 

“Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “I want you.”

He clicked the stopwatch again, time resuming, and Mai gasped, her body stiffening in shock. 

“Hayao! What are you doing?” she exclaimed, trying to pull away, her voice trembling with confusion, her hands pushing against his chest. “Stop it, this isn’t right!”

Hayao silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her sweetness, her resistance melting as she moaned softly into the kiss. His hand slid down, cupping her pussy over the dress, feeling her heat through the fabric, her body trembling under his touch. 

“I want to fuck you, Mom,” he confessed, his voice raw with need, his cock throbbing against her thigh.

Mai pulled back, her eyes wide with shock, but a flicker of desire danced in their depths. She looked at him seriously, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her gaze. 

“Hayao, if we do this, you’ll be a mother fucker,” she said, her words heavy with gravity. “And you have to promise me you’ll never leave again.”

“I don’t care,” Hayao said, his voice resolute, his cock pulsing with anticipation. “I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

Mai searched his eyes, then nodded slowly, her expression softening. “Alright,” she whispered, taking his hand, her fingers trembling as she led him through the house to her bedroom.

The bedroom was elegantly appointed, with a large bed draped in silk sheets, soft lighting casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floor. A vanity held bottles of perfume, their floral notes mingling with the air, and a framed photo of Hayao as a child sat beside a vase of fresh lilies, their sweet fragrance adding to the room’s ambiance. 

Mai turned to him, her red dress shimmering, her hands shaking as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers, pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, precum glistening at the tip, and she knelt before him, her eyes meeting his with a mix of apprehension and desire.

She took him in her hand, stroking slowly, her fingers warm and soft, then leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, her lips brushing the sensitive head. 

“You need to wash before making a girl do this,” she teased, her voice light despite the gravity of the moment, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, catching the soft light from the bedside lamp. 

Hayao chuckled, his hand resting on her head, fingers tangling in her dyed blonde strands, savoring the warmth of her mouth as she took him deeper, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue swirling with practiced skill, drawing deep moans from his throat. His mother hand stroked the base in a steady rhythm, her mouth warm and wet, the suction tight, sending waves of pleasure through him, his hips twitching slightly, the intensity building rapidly.

Mai’s technique was masterful, her lips sliding up and down his cock, her tongue teasing the sensitive ridge, her throat relaxing to take him deeper, her saliva coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls. The room filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, Hayao’s low groans, and the faint creak of the floorboards beneath them. Her blonde hair swayed with each bob of her head, strands brushing his thighs, a silken caress that heightened his arousal. 

“Fuck, Mom, you’re so good,” he panted, his hands tightening in her hair, his cock pulsing in her mouth, precum leaking steadily, her eyes flicking up to meet his, dark and filled with a mix of desire and hesitation.

After several minutes of exquisite torment, Hayao’s need surged beyond control. He pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva, glistening in the dim light, and lifted her to her feet, their eyes locking in a heated gaze. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming her voluptuous body, squeezing her large breasts through the silky red dress, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. The fabric was smooth, sliding under his fingers, accentuating the firmness of her gym-toned curves, her breasts heavy and inviting, her breath hitching against his lips.

“Mom, I need you,” he growled, his voice thick with longing, guiding her to the bed, laying her down on the luxurious silk sheets, their cool smoothness a stark contrast to their heated skin. 

The older woman’s dyed blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a golden halo catching the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her red dress riding up to reveal her toned thighs and shaved pussy, glistening with arousal, a bead of wetness trailing down her inner thigh. Hayao’s cock throbbed at the sight, his desire overwhelming, the island’s raw sexuality fueling his hunger. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs wider, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, teasing her entrance, the heat of her pussy radiating against him, urging him forward.

Mai’s eyes widened, a flash of shock cutting through her desire. 

“Hayao, wait,” she gasped, her voice trembling, her hand shooting out to press against his chest, stopping him just as he was about to push inside her. “We can’t do that. My pussy is crossing a line we mustn’t cross. It’s too much.”

Hayao froze, his cock aching with need, frustration and confusion warring within him, his breath ragged. “But Mom, I want you so badly,” he pleaded, his voice strained, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, his cock still brushing her slick folds, the temptation almost unbearable.

Mai shook her head, her expression firm yet conflicted, her dark eyes searching his. “No, Hayao. That’s a line we can’t cross. Final. It’s too… too… wrong,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “But…” She hesitated, her gaze softening, a flicker of desire returning. “I can offer you something else.” She reached for the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube and a sleek, black silicone dildo, its smooth surface glinting in the lamplight. “You can use my other hole. All my clients love it. That way, it’s not… it’s not the same.”

Hayao’s breath caught, his cock twitching at the thought, the island’s lessons in anal sex flashing through his mind—Shina’s tight ass, Kanae’s yielding warmth. The forbidden allure of taking his mother this way sent a thrill through him, his guilt a fleeting shadow against his hunger. 

“Okay,” he agreed, his voice husky with anticipation, his eyes locked on the lube and dildo in her hands, his cock pulsing with need.

Mai smiled, a mix of relief and nervous excitement in her eyes, her blonde hair shifting as she adjusted her position on the bed. She lay back, spreading her legs wider, her ass raised slightly on a pillow to provide better access, her red dress bunched around her waist, exposing her toned stomach and glistening pussy. “You need to prepare me first,” she instructed, her voice soft but authoritative, her hands trembling slightly as she handed him the lube, her dark eyes watching him intently, a blend of trust and lust in her gaze.

Hayao nodded, squeezing a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers, warming it between his hands, the faint strawberry scent of the lube mingling with Mai’s floral perfume and the musky aroma of their arousal, filling the room with a heady mix. He knelt between her legs, his eyes drinking in her exposed body—her large breasts heaving with each breath, their dark nipples erect through the dress, her toned thighs spread wide, her pussy glistening, her anus a tight, puckered ring waiting for his touch. He circled her anus with his slick fingers, teasing the sensitive skin, feeling her tense briefly before relaxing under his gentle pressure. 

“Just relax, Mom,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, his free hand caressing her thigh, tracing the smooth, gym-toned muscle, offering comfort.

Mai moaned softly, her body adjusting to the sensation, her hands gripping the silk sheets, fingers twisting the fabric as she exhaled slowly. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice breathy, her eyes half-closed, focusing on the feeling of his finger as he pressed it against her anus, pushing slowly inside, the lube easing his entry. The warmth and tightness enveloped his finger, her muscles clenching briefly before yielding, and he moved it in and out with deliberate care, adding more lube to ensure her comfort, the slick sound of his movements mingling with her soft gasps.

“How does that feel?” Hayao asked, his voice husky, his cock throbbing with impatience, leaking precum onto the sheets, his eyes fixed on her anus as his finger worked deeper, stretching her gently.

“Good,” Mai breathed, her hips shifting slightly, rocking against his hand, her voice a mix of nervousness and arousal. “Add another. I need to be ready for you.”

Hayao complied, squeezing more lube onto his fingers, inserting a second alongside the first, stretching her further. Mai gasped, her body tensing momentarily, her hands clutching the sheets tighter, her blonde hair shifting on the pillow as she arched her back. He moved his fingers in a slow, scissoring motion, opening her up, his other hand stroking her inner thigh, feeling the heat of her skin, the faint tremble of her muscles. The room was filled with the soft sounds of her moans, the slick slide of his fingers, and the faint creak of the bed, the air heavy with the scent of lube, perfume, and their mutual arousal.

After several minutes of careful preparation, Mai’s breathing steadied, her body relaxed, her anus yielding to his fingers. “I think I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice soft but eager, her eyes meeting his, dark with desire. Hayao withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a tissue, and reached for the dildo, coating it generously with lube, the black silicone gleaming in the lamplight. He positioned the tip at her anus, pressing it in slowly, watching as it disappeared inside her, inch by inch, her ass stretching to accommodate its moderate girth.

Mai’s back arched off the bed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles whitened. “Oh, God, Hayao,” she moaned, her voice a blend of pain and pleasure, her body trembling as the dildo filled her, its smooth surface sliding deeper with each gentle thrust. Hayao twisted it slightly, stimulating her inner walls, drawing out louder moans, her hips rocking instinctively against the toy, her pussy dripping with arousal, a bead of wetness trailing down her thigh, glistening on the silk sheets.

He worked the dildo in and out, varying the pace, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes quick and shallow, watching her reactions, her moans growing more desperate with each movement. “You like that, Mom?” he asked, his voice low, his own arousal almost unbearable, his cock leaking precum onto the bed, his balls heavy with need.

“Yes,” she panted, her eyes fluttering open, meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and lust. “It’s intense, but… keep going. I want to be ready for you.”

Hayao continued for several minutes, ensuring she was thoroughly prepared, the dildo sliding smoothly with the lube, her anus relaxed and open. His cock throbbed with impatience, his desire fueled by the island’s memories—the island women's dirty holes—but this was different, more forbidden, more intimate. Finally, he withdrew the dildo, setting it aside on the nightstand, its surface slick with lube, and positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock aligned with her lubricated anus.

“Ready for me now?” he asked, his voice strained with need, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, feeling the heat of her tanned skin, the faint tremble of her anticipation.

“Yes,” Mai whispered, her breath hitching, her body tensing slightly in anticipation. “Be gentle at first, please.”

He pressed the tip against her anus, pushing forward slowly. The head breached her tight ring, and Mai gasped sharply, her hands clutching the sheets. Her body tensed briefly, but she relaxed, breathing deeply. Hayao continued, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her ass. The tightness was incredible, her muscles gripping his cock like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through him, his balls aching with need.

He held still, caressing her hips, soothing her with gentle touches. “You okay?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her dyed blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her toned back arching slightly.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips shifting. “Move, Hayao. I’m ready.”

He began to thrust, slow and steady, building a rhythm. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, the lube ensuring a smooth glide despite the tightness. Mai’s moans filled the room, soft at first, then louder, her hands twisting the silk sheets, her body rocking with his thrusts. The bed creaked, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall, the room alive with their passion—the slick slide of his cock, her gasps, his low groans, the scent of lube and perfume mingling with their sweat.

“Faster, Hayao,” Mai panted, her voice needy, her hips pushing back, urging him deeper. “Fuck me harder.”

Hayao obliged, gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving faint red marks on her skin. His cock slammed into her ass with greater force, the friction intense, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with each thrust. Her juices dripped onto the sheets, forming a sticky pool. Mai’s breasts bounced beneath her, their dark nipples erect, swaying with each impact, her moans escalating into cries.

Hayao’s mind was a haze of desire, the forbidden nature of their act fueling his arousal. His hands roamed her body, sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing their heavy weight, pinching her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps. 

“You feel so fucking good, Mom,” he growled, his cock throbbing inside her.

Mai’s hand snaked between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit in frantic circles. “Oh, God, Hayao,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “You’re so deep… it’s so much.”

Her words spurred him on, his thrusts growing forceful, his cock plunging into her ass with relentless intensity. The room was a symphony of passion—the slap of skin, her cries, his grunts, the bed’s creak. As their forbidden passion deepened, the two lovers slowly shed their clothes, yearning for the simple heat of skin against skin.

Hayao leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, lips kissing her shoulder, tasting her salty sweat, his hands kneading her breasts.

Mai’s fingers moved faster on her clit, her moans turning desperate. “You’re just like Daigo,” she gasped, her voice filled with wonder. “He fucked me like this… so hard, so deep.”

The comparison ignited a fire in Hayao—jealousy mixed with determination. He wanted to surpass his father, to claim Mai in a way Daigo never could. He thrust harder, deeper, his cock slamming into her ass with primal force. Mai screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed through her, her ass clenching around him, nearly pushing him over the edge.

Hayao slowed, pulling out carefully, his cock throbbing with unspent need. Mai turned, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Why’d you stop?”

“I was about to cum,” he admitted, breathing heavily. “I want this to last.”

She smiled wickedly. “Then let me clean you.” She knelt before him, taking his cock into her mouth, sucking it clean, her tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting the lube and her essence. Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

Satisfied, Mai stood, pulling him to his feet. “Come here.” They stumbled across the room, Mai’s back pressing against the cool surface of the bedroom’s wall. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist, and Hayao re-entered her ass, the new angle intensifying the sensation. He fucked her standing, lifting her slightly with each thrust, her moans echoing off the walls.

After several minutes, they moved to the armchair. Hayao sat, and Mai straddled him, guiding his cock back into her anal passage again. She rode him, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping his shoulders. Hayao sucked her nipples, adding to her pleasure, and she came again, her cries filling the room.

They shifted to the rug, Mai lying on her back, legs spread. Hayao knelt between them, entering her dirty hole once more. 

As he thrust, Mai’s eyes met his, filled with love and lust. “I remember when you were conceived,” she whispered. “Daigo and I… it was a night like this, so passionate.”

The memory deepened their connection, and Hayao kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining. They moved back to the bed, Mai lying on her back, her legs spread wide. “Hayao,” she said, her voice urgent, “I need you in my pussy. Fuck me there. Come home to where you came from.”

Hayao positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing with anticipation. But Mai placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Wait,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let me make sure you’re clean first.”

She sat up, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, licking away. Hayao groaned, the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him almost too much to bear. 

“Your cock needs to be clean before it goes inside my pussy,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of lust and affection.

After a few moments of thorough cleaning, she released him with a satisfied smile. “Now you’re ready,” she said, lying back and spreading her legs once more.

Hayao aligned his cock with her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her wet, welcoming pussy. Mai cried out in pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. 

“Yes! Fuck me, Hayao!” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through them.

They started in missionary, Hayao thrusting deep, her pussy clenching around him. Mai’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as another orgasm built. They switched to doggy style, Mai on all fours, her ass high as he pounded into her, her cries echoing. Her fifth orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing around his cock, nearly pushing him over the edge. Hayao paused, edging himself to prolong their pleasure.

Mai then climbed atop him, riding him cowgirl style, her breasts bouncing, her hips grinding. She came again, her sixth orgasm washing over her, her body shuddering. Hayao gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his cock throbbing inside her.

Returning to missionary, Mai’s eyes met his, filled with raw desire. “Cum inside me, Hayao. Fill me up,” she whispered, her voice desperate.

With a final, powerful thrust, Hayao let go, his cum flooding her pussy. Mai’s eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as a multiple orgasm tore through her, her cries piercing the room. They collapsed together, panting, their bodies entwined, sweat-slicked and satisfied.

Mai turned to him, her smile radiant. “That was… everything.”

Hayao kissed her forehead. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too,” she replied, snuggling closer.

The stopwatch would not be denied.

The End

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