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

The creak of the front door sliced through the haze of their forbidden act, a sharp jolt that sent Hayao’s heart racing, his cock still buried deep in his mother’s ass, her tight passage clenching around him as her legs tightened instinctively around his waist. The sound was a stark intrusion, a reminder of the world beyond their sweat-soaked embrace, but instead of fear, it ignited a wildfire of excitement within him. Yumi’s return—almost certainly her, given the late hour and the familiar rhythm of her footsteps echoing down the hallway—added a dangerous, electrifying edge to the moment. The thrill of being caught, of his stumbling upon him defiling their mother up her ass of all places, was a perverse spice that made his softening cock stir, hardening once more inside Mai’s anus, the sensation sending a shiver through his body. His sadistic hunger surged, his arousal spiking at the thought of fucking Mai under such precarious circumstances, the risk amplifying every nerve in his body.

The older woman moaned softly, her body responding to the renewed hardness of his cock, a low, involuntary sound that betrayed her lingering arousal despite the panic flashing in her widened dark eyes. Her face was flushed, sweat glistening on her brow, her blonde hair a tangled halo against the pillow, strands clinging to her damp cheeks. Her oversized t-shirt, faded gray and soft from years of wear, was bunched above her heavy breasts, the nipples hard and flushed a deep pink, glistening with the sheen of their exertion. Her pussy was wet, dripping onto the rumpled white sheets, her black lace panties pushed aside. She shook her head, lips parting as if to speak, but another moan escaped as Hayao began to move, his hips rocking slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with deliberate, teasing thrusts that made her body tremble, her anus clenching around him in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Hayao, no,” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible over the creak of the bed and the faint sound of Yumi’s footsteps in the living room, the soft thud of her shoes against the hardwood floor. “We can’t… she’s here.” 

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving faint red crescents, but her hips shifted slightly, meeting his thrusts despite her protests, her body betraying her mind’s desperate attempt to regain control. The sensation of his cock, thick and unyielding, stretching her tight passage was overwhelming, making her voice waver, her moans growing louder, threatening to spill into the hallway and alert Yumi to their illicit act.

Hayao’s eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity, his lips curling into a cruel smirk as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, the scent of his sweat mingling with her floral perfume. 

“Quiet, Mom,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, laced with a venomous edge that sent a thrill through her. “You don’t want Yumi to hear you, do you?” 

The thought of his sister catching them, her shock and horror, only fueled his arousal, his cock throbbing inside voluptuous woman’s ass, each slow thrust sending a shiver through her body, her anus gripping him like a vice. The risk was intoxicating, a drug that made his heart pound, his mind racing with the possibilities of Yumi’s reaction—her dark brown dyed hair framing her face, her body frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief.

To silence Mai’s escalating moans, Hayao reached for the vibrator lying discarded on the bed, its surface still slick with her juices, the hum dormant. He switched it on, the buzz filling the room, a sound that made Mai’s eyes widen in alarm, her breath catching in her throat. He pressed it against her lips, forcing it into her mouth as she gasped, the vibrating toy filling her oral cavity, buzzing against her tongue, her lips stretching around it. Hayao thrust it in and out, fucking her face with the vibrator, his free hand gripping her blonde hair, holding her head in place, his fingers tangled in the damp strands. 

“You’re a whore, Mom,” he whispered, his voice dripping with venom and desire, the word cutting through her like a blade, slicing through her shame to expose the raw lust beneath. “A filthy whore who loves her son’s cock.” 

The degradation sent a thrill through him, his cock hardening further, his thrusts into her ass growing more forceful, the bed creaking under them, a dangerous rhythm that threatened to betray their act to Yumi, whose footsteps had paused in the living room, as if she were listening.

Mai gagged slightly on the vibrator, her eyes watering, tears mingling with the sweat on her cheeks, but her pussy clenched in response, her juices dripping onto the sheets, soaking the fabric beneath her. Her body was responding to the humiliation with a perverse arousal that she couldn’t control, her clit swollen and aching, her anus pulsing around Hayao’s cock. The buzzing toy in her mouth was a strange, overwhelming sensation, the taste of her own arousal coating her tongue, a reminder of her depravity. Hayao pulled the vibrator out, giving her a moment to breathe, her gasps ragged, her lips slick with saliva and her own juices. She looked up at him, her eyes a storm of shame, desire, and surrender, her voice breaking as she began to confess, each word punctuated by his relentless thrusts.

“I’m a terrible mother,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as Hayao thrust deep into her ass, the force making her gasp, her body shuddering under him. Her anus clenched around his cock, the pain and pleasure blending into a heady mix that made her head spin, her pussy dripping onto the sheets.

He thrust again, harder, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, leaving red marks. “I want to fuck my son,” she said, her voice breaking, tears spilling down her cheeks as she admitted her deepest shame, her body betraying her with every pulse of arousal, her pussy clenching at the thought of her son’s cock inside her.

Hayao slammed into her, his cock stretching her tight passage, the wet, slapping sound filling the room. “I’m a whore, Hayao,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets, her body trembling with each thrust, her anus gripping him, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge of another orgasm.

Another forceful thrust, his balls slapping against her skin, sent a jolt through her. “I’ll do anything for my darling baby,” she said, her voice raw, her eyes locked on his, filled with a desperate devotion that made his cock throb, his arousal reaching new heights.

He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts relentless, the bed creaking louder now, a dangerous counterpoint to Yumi’s presence in the apartment. 

“I’ll be your whore,” she gasped, “I’ll be your whore. Just keep fucking me.” Her final confession was a complete capitulation, a vow that bound her to him in their shared sin, her body shaking with the intensity of his thrusts, her anus clenching around him, her pussy dripping, her clit aching for release.

Hayao’s arousal peaked at her words, his cock throbbing inside her, the power he held over his mother intoxicating. He flipped her over with a rough motion, pulling out of her ass long enough to position her on all fours, her face pressed into the pillow to muffle her screams. Mai’s ass was red, swollen from his earlier thrusts, her anus slick with her vaginal juices and his cum, a sight that made his cock ache with need. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and slammed back into her ass, his cock stretching her tight passage, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of heat and tightness that drove him wild. Mai’s muffled screams filled the pillow, her body trembling under him, her pussy dripping, her clit swollen and untouched, begging for stimulation.

The bed creaked louder now, the sound a dangerous accompaniment to Yumi’s footsteps. His mind raced with fantasies that pushed him closer to the edge, imagining Yumi walking in, her voluptuous body—so like Mai’s, but softer, her long, dyed dark brown hair cascading down her back—frozen in shock, her dark eyes wide as she saw him fucking their mother. The thought of Yumi’s horror, her potential arousal, her joining them, sent a jolt through him, his cock throbbing inside Mai’s ass, each thrust more savage than the last.

In his mind’s eye, Hayao saw Yumi on her knees beside Mai, her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling over the head, tasting their mother’s juices. He imagined fucking them together, their bodies pressed against each other, Mai’s heavy breasts against Yumi’s softer ones, their moans mingling as he took them both, his cock sliding from one tight hole to another. He pictured Yumi’s pussy, wet and tight, her anus yielding to him as he sodomized her, his sister’s cries echoing his mother’s, a symphony of taboo desire that would bind them all in their shared sin. The fantasy was intoxicating, a perverse tableau that made his balls tighten, his climax building with each savage thrust into Mai’s ass, the wet, slapping sound filling the room, mingling with her muffled screams.

Mai’s body shook with each thrust, her bowels clenching around him, the pain and pleasure blending into a crescendo that pushed her toward another orgasm. Hayao’s hands gripped her hips harder, his fingers leaving red marks on her skin, his cock plunging in and out, the rhythm relentless, the bed creaking dangerously loud. 

“I’m going to cum, Mom,” he groaned, his voice strained, his thrusts erratic, his balls tightening with the need to release. “I want to cum on your face.”

He pulled out of her ass, his cock slick with her juices and his own cum, and stood on the bed, his erection towering over her. Mai moved quickly, scrambling to her knees, her face flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and anticipation. She stuck out her tongue, her lips parted, ready to receive him, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, her sheer stockings accentuating her vulnerability. Hayao stroked his cock, his hand moving frantically, the head pulsing, and with a guttural cry, he came, his cum spurting across her face, thick ropes landing on her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, dripping down her chin. Mai moaned, her eyes locked on his, her tongue darting out to catch his cum, savoring the taste, her arousal spiking at the degradation, her pussy clenching, her clit throbbing with need.

As his orgasm subsided, Mai leaned forward, her lips brushing his balls, her tongue lapping at them gently, cleaning the sweat and juices from his skin. She moved to his cock, her mouth enveloping the head, her tongue swirling over it, lovingly cleaning every inch, her eyes never leaving his, a mix of adoration and shame in her gaze. Her hands rested on his thighs, her fingers trembling, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own pleasure. 

“This is the first time I’ve ever cleaned a cock that’s been in my ass,” she said as if she were commenting about a new recipe, her voice soft, almost surprised, her lips brushing his shaft as she spoke. “It doesn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.” 

The admission was laced with a submissive devotion, her tongue continuing its work, savoring the musky taste, a mix of her own juices and his cum.

“I’ll clean your cock every time it gets dirty, Hayao,” she promised, her voice raw, her eyes filled with a desperate devotion. “I’ll be the receptacle for all your desires, my darling boy. Just… don’t leave me like Daigo did.” 

Her words were a vow, a desperate plea born of love, lust, and fear, a promise to bind herself to him in a way that transcended their taboo act. Hayao looked down at her, his mother, on her knees, his cum glistening on her face, his cock in her mouth, and felt a surge of possessiveness, the power he held over her intoxicating, a drug he couldn’t quit.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the scent of their sex thick in the air, mingling with Mai’s floral perfume, a heady mix that seemed to pulse with their shared sin. The creak of a floorboard in the hallway, a faint sound that suggested Yumi was moving closer, sent a final jolt through Hayao, his mind racing with the possibilities of what might come next. But for now, he stood over his mother, her face marked with his cum, her mouth still worshipping his cock, her promise echoing in his ears, a vow that would bind them in their forbidden dance until the world tore them apart.

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