Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[c] Hayao Finally Brutally F*cks His Mother (I) [vaginal,anal, MF]

The night was heavy with the weight of their earlier encounter, the air in the apartment thick with unspoken tension. Hayao sat in the living room, the television’s muted glow casting flickering shadows across his face, but his mind was elsewhere, consumed by the memory of his mother’s lips on his cock, her moans as she came, the shame that had driven her to flee. The stopwatch in his pocket, a relic of Benzaiten’s dark gift, pulsed with a silent promise, but tonight, he didn’t need it. 

Mai’s surrender on the couch had been a crack in her armor, and he intended to widen it, to claim her fully, awake and aware. The sounds from her bedroom—soft, rhythmic moans, the faint buzz of a vibrator—drew him like a moth to flame. His cock hardened, straining against his jeans, and he rose, moving silently toward her door.

The hallway was dim, the light from the living room barely reaching the end where Mai’s bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of warm, golden light spilling into the corridor. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside, the occasional creak of the building settling, and those tantalizing sounds from Mai’s room. Each moan was a siren’s call, low and breathy, punctuated by the steady buzz of the vibrator, a sound that sent a jolt of arousal through Hayao’s body. His imagination ran wild, picturing her sprawled on the bed, legs spread, her fingers and the toy working in tandem to chase the pleasure that had eluded her since their last encounter. His heart pounded, his cock throbbing painfully, the memory of her taste—salty, musky, alive—lingering on his tongue from the couch.

He paused at the door, his hand hovering over the handle, the creak of the floorboard under his weight barely audible over the sounds from within. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, a floral note that mingled with the raw, primal scent of her arousal, creating an intoxicating haze that made his head swim. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges groaning softly, and the sight that greeted him was more erotic than he could have imagined. Mai lay on her bed, the plush duvet rumpled beneath her, a sea of soft white cotton contrasting with her flushed skin. Her oversized t-shirt, a loose, faded gray number she often wore at home, was hiked up to her chest, exposing her heavy breasts, their full curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the nipples hard and flushed a deep pink, begging to be touched. Her legs were splayed wide, her black lace panties pushed to one side, revealing her pussy, swollen and slick with arousal, the lips parted and glistening in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Her blonde hair, dyed to a golden sheen, fanned across the pillow, strands clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead, framing her face in a halo of disheveled beauty. Her dark eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, soft gasps escaping as her fingers worked frantically—two plunging in and out of her wet folds, coated with her juices, while her other hand pressed a small, pink vibrator against her clit, its hum a steady counterpoint to her moans. The garter belt and sheer stockings she wore, a secret indulgence, framed her thighs, the black lace contrasting sharply with her pale skin, accentuating her voluptuous curves. The sight was a vision of forbidden desire, a tableau of raw, unfiltered lust that made Hayao’s cock ache, straining against the denim of his jeans.

He pushed the door open further, the creak shattering the moment like glass. Mai’s eyes snapped open, locking onto his, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, a flush that spread from her cheeks to her chest. She yanked the sheet over her body, the vibrator falling silent as she fumbled to cover herself, her hands trembling, fingers slick with her own arousal. “This isn’t what you think,” she stammered, her voice high and panicked, a desperate attempt to deflect the reality of the moment. But her eyes betrayed her, wide with a mix of shame and lingering arousal, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, her nipples still visible through the thin sheet, hard and defiant against the fabric.

Hayao didn’t respond, his gaze intense, predatory, his cock throbbing with a need that drowned out any semblance of restraint. He stepped into the room, closing the distance to her bed, his presence overwhelming, filling the space with a palpable tension. The bedroom was a sanctuary of femininity, with soft pastel walls, delicate lace curtains, and a vanity table cluttered with makeup, perfumes, and a small framed photo of Mai and Daigo, a relic of a happier time that now seemed to mock the depravity unfolding. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a musky sweetness that mingled with her floral perfume, creating a heady atmosphere that made Hayao’s head spin. Mai clutched the sheet tighter, her knuckles white, but her body trembled, not entirely from fear. Her thighs pressed together, as if to quell the heat between them, but her pussy was still wet, her clit pulsing with need, her body betraying her mind’s protests.

“Hayao, we can’t do this,” she said, her voice softer now, almost pleading, her dark eyes searching his for some sign of mercy, some acknowledgment of the line they were about to cross. “I’m your mother. This is wrong.” 

But her words lacked conviction, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire, her body arching slightly toward him, her hips shifting as if inviting his touch despite her protests. The conflict in her eyes was a storm—guilt warring with lust, maternal love clashing with a primal need that had been awakened by days of unexplained arousal.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, the creak of the springs a soft echo in the quiet room. His hand reached for the sheet, pulling it away with a slow, deliberate motion, exposing her body once more. Mai gasped, her hands moving to cover her breasts, but Hayao caught her wrists, pinning them gently above her head with one hand, his strength unyielding. Her pussy was exposed, glistening in the dim light, the lips swollen and inviting, the vibrator lying discarded beside her, its surface slick with her arousal. 

“Hayao, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but her resistance was weak, her body arching slightly toward him, her hips shifting as if begging for his touch. The shame in her eyes was palpable, but so was the desire, a fire that burned brighter with each passing second.

He released his mother’s wrists, his hands sliding down to her thighs, parting them with ease. The older woman didn’t fight him; her legs fell open, her pussy glistening, the lips swollen and inviting, a silent invitation that belied her verbal protests. Hayao unbuckled himself, freeing his cock, which sprang out, thick and veined, the head slick with precum, pulsing with need. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip brushing against her folds, teasing her entrance, her wetness coating him. Mai’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on his, a storm of guilt and desire swirling within them, her body trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with expectation.

He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her tight, wet heat, a groan escaping his lips as he filled her, inch by inch, her pussy gripping him like a vice. The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping him, her walls pulsing around his shaft, drawing him deeper. 

The boy had come home.

Mai moaned, her hands clutching the sheets, her body yielding to him despite her earlier protests. The taboo nature of their act only heightened her arousal, her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping onto the sheets, pooling beneath her. He moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust deep and measured, savoring the way her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing with every movement, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“You’re a mother fucker now, Hayao,” she said, her voice exhausted, almost resigned, but laced with a dark acceptance that sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching inside her. 

Her words were a surrender, an acknowledgment of the line they’d crossed, and it fueled his sadistic hunger, his need to dominate her, to make her his in every way. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—the wet slap of his cock against her pussy, her gasps and moans, the creak of the bed under their movements.

“You look so much like Daigo,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed, her hands reaching up to touch his face, her fingers tracing his jaw, lingering on the sharp lines that reminded her of her late husband. “He used to fuck me like this, slow and deep, making me feel every inch of him.” 

The mention of his father ignited a fire in Hayao, a mix of jealousy and arousal, his cock hardening further inside her. He wanted to erase Daigo’s memory, to make Mai his alone, to claim her in a way that no one else ever had. He thrust harder, his cock slamming into her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room, a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the quiet, a perverse symphony of their forbidden act.

Mai’s moans turned to gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, leaving faint red marks that would fade by morning. “That’s it, my darling boy,” she panted, her voice thick with lust, her pussy clenching tighter around him, her wetness coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls. “Fuck your mother harder. Show me what you’ve got.” 

Her words were a twisted blend of maternal pride and perverse desire, each one fueling Hayao’s need to dominate her, to claim her completely. “I made and gave birth to the perfect dick just to fuck me,” she gasped, her hips bucking against him, her pussy dripping onto the sheets, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m so proud of you, Hayao. You’re a wonderful, wonderful man.”

Her praise, laced with taboo, drove him wild, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock stretching her with each stroke, hitting deep within her, making her cry out. He wanted to make her forget his father, to imprint himself on her body and soul, to make her his in every way. He shifted her position, lifting her legs and placing her knees over his shoulders, her ass lifting slightly off the bed, her pussy angled for deeper penetration. The position allowed him to thrust deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot with each movement, making her cry out in pleasure, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and flushed, glistening with sweat. 

“Yes, yes, just like that,” she moaned, her hands clutching his arms, her body trembling under the intensity, her pussy pulsing around him, her juices flowing freely, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Hayao’s mind was a storm of emotions—lust, jealousy, triumph. The comparison to Daigo was a double-edged sword, fueling his desire to outdo his father, to prove he was more than just a shadow of the man who had once claimed his mother. His thrusts grew more forceful, his cock slamming into her, each movement a declaration of ownership. Mai’s moans were a symphony, her body responding to him in ways that made his heart race, his cock throbbing with need. Her pussy was tight, wet, perfect, and he wanted to lose himself in it, to fill her with his cum, to mark her as his.

Hayao felt his climax building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable, his cock throbbing inside her, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. “Mom, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, his voice strained, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing with the impending release, his balls tightening, ready to spill.

Mai’s eyes snapped open, fierce and determined, her face flushed with arousal, but her voice sharp, cutting through the haze of pleasure. “You can’t cum inside me, Hayao,” she said, her tone urgent despite her pleasure, her pussy still clenching around him, her body trembling with need. “Not in my pussy.”

Hayao’s need was overwhelming, his cock pulsing with the urge to fill her, to mark her insides with his seed. 

“I have to, Mom,” he insisted, his voice desperate, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, his cock still buried deep inside her, the head brushing against her cervix, sending shivers through her body.

Mai frowned, her mind racing, her body still caught in the throes of pleasure. Then, a solution came to her, born of her carnal experiences. 

“Wait,” she said, her voice softer but urgent, her eyes locking onto his. “You can fuck my ass instead. Your dad never did me there, but some of my clients like that. It might be dirty, but if you don’t mind…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and practicality, her pussy still clenching around him, reluctant to let him go. “It’ll hurt without preparation, so just fuck me and ignore if I cry out. Don’t stop no matter what. Remember, just don’t stop. I have to make this good for you, okay?”

Hayao’s eyes darkened with lust, the idea of taking her anally a new frontier in his conquest, a way to claim her in a place Daigo never had, a place that was his alone. At least for this night. 

“Alright,” he agreed, his voice low, his cock still hard inside her, slick with her juices. He pulled out, his shaft glistening, the head pulsing with need. “Hold your own ankles,” he told her, his voice commanding, relishing the humiliation the position would bring.

Mai licked her lips and obeyed, lifting her legs high, her hands gripping her ankles, exposing her ass completely. The position was humiliating, her pussy and anus on full display, the garter belt and stockings framing her vulnerability, making her feel both desired and degraded, her arousal spiking despite the shame. Her pussy was still wet, dripping onto the sheets, her clit swollen and sensitive. Hayao positioned his cock at her tight entrance, the head pressing against her anus, slick with her vaginal juices, the only lubrication they had. He pushed forward, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first, then giving way as he entered her. Mai screamed, the pain sharp and searing, her body tensing under him, her anus clenching around his cock, the sensation almost unbearable.

Hayao remembered her words—don’t stop, no matter what—and thrust deeper, his cock stretching her tight passage, the sensation exquisite, her ass gripping him like a vice, the heat and tightness unlike anything he’d felt before. Mai’s cries turned to whimpers, her body adjusting to the intrusion, a strange pleasure mixing with the pain, her anus loosening slightly as she relaxed. Hayao fucked her savagely, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her legs high to keep her in position, his cock plunging in and out, the sound of their bodies colliding a perverse rhythm in the quiet room, a wet, slapping sound that mingled with her cries.

As the initial pain subsided, Mai felt a growing need; her body craving more stimulation. She released her ankles, her legs still held high by Hayao’s grip on her thighs, and her hand slid down her body, finding her clit. She rubbed it frantically, her fingers slick with her juices, the combination of anal penetration and clitoral stimulation pushing her toward the edge, her body trembling with intensity. 

“Fuck, Hayao,” she gasped, her voice raw, her fingers working her clit, her pussy dripping onto the sheets, creating a wet spot beneath her. “You’re tearing me apart, but don’t stop.” 

Her words were a mix of agony and ecstasy, her body arching under him, her anus clenching around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Mai’s fingers moved faster, circling her clit, dipping into her pussy, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Her body began to convulse, an anal orgasm building within her, a sensation she’d rarely experienced, even with clients, its intensity overwhelming. She released her ankles completely, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, driving his cock deeper into her ass, the angle making her feel every inch of him. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue invading his mouth, her moans muffled against his lips, the intimacy of the kiss amplifying the raw act of anal sex. Her hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red trails that mirrored her own internal turmoil.

Hayao’s thrusts grew more frantic, his cock pulsing, his balls tightening, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. The tightness of her ass, the way it gripped him, was unlike anything he’d ever felt, a forbidden pleasure that pushed him to the edge. He came with a guttural cry, his cum flooding her ass, the sensation overwhelming, hot and thick inside her tight passage, marking her in a way that felt primal, possessive. Mai’s orgasm hit simultaneously, her body shaking, her pussy clenching, her clit pulsing under her fingers, her anus gripping him as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her cries mingling with his, a symphony of taboo ecstasy.

They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, Hayao still inside her, his cock softening in her ass. Mai’s legs remained wrapped around him, her breath hot against his neck, her heart pounding against his chest, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the afterglow of their taboo act enveloping them, a mix of ecstasy and shame that hung heavy in the air. The scent of their sex filled the room, mingling with the floral notes of her perfume, creating a heady atmosphere that seemed to pulse with their shared sin.

Then, the sound of the front door opening shattered the moment, a sharp creak echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Hayao froze, his cock still buried in Mai’s ass, her legs tightening around him instinctively, her body tensing beneath him. Mai’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and realization dawning, her breath catching in her throat. Someone—likely Yumi—had returned home, and the reality of their act crashed down around them, a stark reminder of the world beyond their forbidden embrace.

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