Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[c] Devotion [vaginal, oral, anal, MF]

Mai’s eyes were filled with a desperate devotion, met her son’s, and she leaned in for one final lick, her tongue tracing the vein along his softening cock. Hayao’s heart swelled with a possessive tenderness, his hand reaching down to cup her face, thumb brushing over her cum-streaked cheek. 

“Thank you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, a rare moment of vulnerability amidst their depravity. “You’re… everything.”

“Anything for my darling boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like a golden curtain. 

Together they lay back on the bed, Mai smiling, a mix of maternal love and perverse surrender, her body pressing against his, her breasts soft and warm against his thighs. She nestled into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. 

The soft click of Yumi’s door closing echoed through the apartment, a final confirmation that they were alone again, their illicit sanctuary restored. Mai’s eyes flickered with renewed hunger, her hand sliding down Hayao’s chest, fingers grazing his hardening cock. 

“She’s in her room now,” she whispered, her voice sultry, dripping with need. “I want you back in my pussy, Hayao. I need to feel my little baby inside me again.”

Hayao’s cock twitched at her words, a surge of arousal flooding through him, his mind alight with the image of plunging into her wet, welcoming heat. He shifted, guiding her to lie on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening, swollen lips inviting him in. The black lace panties, still pushed aside, framed her vulnerability, her sheer stockings shimmering in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock brushing against her entrance, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes, her wetness coating him instantly. 

“You want your son’s cock in your cunt, Mom?” he growled, his voice rough with desire, the taboo words sending a shiver through her.

“Yes, my little baby,” Mai moaned, her hands reaching up to cup his face, pulling him closer, her dark eyes burning with lust. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy. Fill me up like only you can.” 

Her voice was a sultry purr, laced with maternal affection that twisted their act into something darkly delicious, her fingers trembling as they traced his jaw.

With a single, powerful thrust, Hayao buried himself deep inside her, his cock sliding effortlessly into her tight, wet heat. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy enveloping him like a glove, her walls clenching around his shaft, drawing him in deeper. Mai cried out, a sound of pure pleasure, her back arching off the bed, her large breasts bouncing with the movement, their fullness drawing his gaze like a magnet. Her skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light, her blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, a golden halo around her head.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, the bud hard and erect, begging for attention. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat and the unique flavor that was purely Mai. She gasped, her hand cradling the back of his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pressing him closer, encouraging him to take more. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with love and lust, “suck on Mommy’s big tits, just like when you were my baby. You always loved them, didn’t you? Don’t think I didn’t see you looking at them all the time…”

Hayao groaned in response, the vibration against her nipple making her shiver. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, eliciting a soft whimper from Mai. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, feeling their weight, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, pinching them gently, watching as her face contorted with pleasure. 

“Your tits are so fucking perfect, Mom. Works of art,” he growled, his voice muffled against her skin, his breath hot on her flesh. “Made for your son to worship, to suck, to fuck.”

Mai’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts, her pussy pulsing around his cock, her arousal building with each movement. “Yes, baby, they’re all for you,” she gasped, her hand guiding his head, pressing him closer to her chest, her other hand gripping the sheets. “My little boy loves his Mommy’s big, slutty tits, doesn’t he? Suck them, Hayao, make Mommy feel good. Show me how much you love them.”

The dirty talk, dripping with maternal taboo, sent Hayao’s arousal soaring, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the bed creaking under their weight, the sound a soft echo in the quiet room. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her juices flowing freely, coating his shaft, making each thrust smoother, deeper. The scent of their sex filled the air, a heady mix that drove him wild, his mind consumed by the need to possess her completely.

After several minutes of relentless thrusting, Hayao pulled back, sitting up on his knees, his cock still buried inside her. He grabbed her legs, lifted them over his shoulders, and thrust back into her. Mai’s eyes rolled back, her moans turning to cries of pleasure, her breasts bouncing wildly, a sight that made Hayao’s cock throb. He reached down, squeezing her tits, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her nipples, watching her face contort with ecstasy. 

“Look at these fucking tits,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “So soft and juicy, just like a good Mommy’s tits should be.”

“Oh, Hayao, you’re making Mommy so wet,” Mai cried, her hands gripping the sheets, her pussy clenching tighter around him, her juices soaking the bed beneath her. “Fuck me harder, my little baby. Make your Mommy cum like only you can.” Her words were a desperate plea, her body trembling with need, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

Hayao obliged, his thrusts becoming relentless, his cock slamming into her, the wet, slapping sound filling the room, mingling with Mai’s cries. He shifted positions again, pulling out briefly to flip her onto her side, spooning behind her, his cock sliding back into her pussy with ease. His hands roamed her body, one cupping her breast, squeezing and kneading, the other sliding down to rub her clit, his fingers slick with her juices. Mai screamed with pleasure, her hand reaching back to grip his hip, urging him deeper. “You’re such a good boy, Hayao,” she panted, her voice thick with lust. “Fucking your Mommy’s cunt like you were born for it. My perfect little baby, giving me everything I need.”

The taboo words pushed Hayao closer to the edge, his climax building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable. He rolled her onto her back again, climbing on top, his cock never leaving her pussy. He pinned her wrists above her head, his thrusts deep and punishing, her breasts bouncing with each movement, a sight that drove him wild. He leaned down, sucking one nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing, making Mai writhe beneath him. 

“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” he groaned, his voice strained, his hips moving erratically, his cock throbbing inside her. “I want to cum inside you.”

Mai’s eyes snapped open, a fierce determination cutting through her arousal. “No, baby, you can’t,” she said, her voice firm despite her panting breaths, her pussy still clenching around him. “Good boys cum in Mommy’s mouth. Be a good boy for me, Hayao.” Her tone was commanding, maternal, a reminder of her authority even in their depravity.

Hayao’s desire to fill her pussy warred with her command, but the thought of her swallowing his cum, her throat working to take every drop, was too tempting. With a reluctant growl, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, the head pulsing with need. Mai moved swiftly, pushing him onto his back and straddling his legs, her breasts swaying hypnotically as she positioned herself. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it firmly, her eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of love and lust. “Let Mommy take care of you,” she purred, lowering her mouth onto his cock.

Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling, tasting their combined flavors, a musky mix that made her moan softly. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each movement, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. Her hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging into his skin, her breasts brushing against his legs, the sensation sending shivers through him. Hayao groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets, the sight of his mother face-fucking herself on his cock pushing him over the edge. “Fuck, Mom,” he cried, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting down her throat in thick, hot spurts, filling her mouth with his release.

Mai swallowed every drop, her throat working, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she milked him dry, her tongue lapping at the head to catch any stray drops. When he was spent, she pulled back, licking her lips, a contented smile spreading across her face. “That’s my good boy,” she whispered, her voice soft and loving, crawling up to lie beside him, her body pressed against his, her breasts soft and warm against his chest, her blonde hair spilling over his shoulder.

They cuddled together, their bodies entwined, the afterglow of their passion warming them like a blanket. Mai rested her head on Hayao’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, her breath warm against his neck. 

“It’s going to be difficult to sit down tomorrow,” she murmured, a playful lilt in her voice, her lips curving into a smile. “You really wrecked my asshole, Hayao, my sweet boy. But you know, you’re welcome to wreck it anytime you want. I’m here for you, always.” Her words were a mix of teasing and devotion, a promise that deepened their bond, her hand stroking his arm gently.

Hayao chuckled, his hand combing through her tangled blonde hair, his fingers gentle against her scalp. “I’ll keep that in mind, Mom,” he said, his voice soft, a rare moment of tenderness amidst their depravity. 

The quiet of the apartment enveloped them, the only sounds their synchronized breathing and the faint hum of the city outside, a distant reminder of the world they’d shut out.

They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies pressed close. The scent of their sex lingered in the air, mingling with Mai’s floral perfume, a heady reminder of their shared sin. 

***

Hayao stirred from a deep sleep, his body roused by a warm, wet sensation enveloping his cock, pulling him from the haze of a lewd dream where Yumi, her hair tickling his thighs, sucked him off with eager lips and curious dark eyes. As reality seeped in, he realized it was Mai, her mouth working his shaft with practiced skill, her tongue swirling around the head, coaxing him to full hardness. Her blonde hair shimmered faintly in the lamplight, strands clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks, her eyes sparkling with a quiet, insatiable hunger as she gazed up at him, her lips stretched around his cock, a vision of maternal devotion twisted into raw desire.

“Mom?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his hand reaching down to sink into her soft hair, fingers tangling in the golden strands, grounding himself in her presence.

Mai pulled back slightly, her lips brushing his shaft, her breath hot and teasing against his sensitive skin. “Shh, my little baby,” she whispered, her voice a sultry caress, dripping with maternal affection that sent a shiver down his spine. “I woke up needing to feel you again. I want you in my ass, Hayao, but go slow this time. I’m a little sore from earlier. You’re so young… so much energy…you can go again, right?” Her words were laced with a tender vulnerability, her hand stroking him gently, fingers slick with saliva, her touch igniting a fire in his groin.

Hayao’s arousal flared, his cock throbbing in her grasp, the taboo request making his heart race. He nodded, helping her shift onto her side, her back pressed against his chest, her ass nestled against his groin, the warmth of her body a siren’s call. As he prepared to enter her, Mai’s hand rested on his thigh, halting him. 

“Wait, darling,” she whispered, her voice a mix of need and caution, her breath hitching with anticipation. “We don’t have any lube. You need to get yourself wet first. Use my pussy, Hayao. Make your cock nice and slick with Mommy’s juices.”

The instruction, raw and forbidden, sent a jolt of excitement through him, his cock pulsing with need. He shifted slightly, positioning the head of his cock at her pussy entrance, brushing against her wet folds, her juices already coating him, warm and inviting. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid into her, her tight, wet heat enveloping him, her pussy clenching around his shaft, drawing him deeper. Mai moaned softly, her body arching against him, her hand gripping his hip, urging him on. 

“That’s it, baby,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, “get yourself all wet for Mommy’s ass. Feel how much I want you.”

He thrust into her pussy a few times, each movement coating his cock more thoroughly, the slickness building, her juices making his shaft glisten in the dim light. The sensation was exquisite, her pussy gripping him tightly, a warm, velvety embrace that made him groan, but he knew it was merely preparation for what she craved. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, his cock now slick with her arousal, the head glistening, ready for her anus. Mai guided him, her hand reaching back to position his cock at her tight entrance, her fingers trembling with anticipation, her breath shallow. 

“Now, slowly, Hayao,” she instructed, her voice soft but firm, a hint of apprehension in her tone. “I’m a little sore, but I want you inside me. Make sweet, slow love to Mommy’s tight hole.”

Hayao pressed the head of his cock against her anus, the natural lubrication from her pussy easing the way, though the entry was still tight, her soreness evident in the way she tensed momentarily. He pushed forward gently, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first, then yielding as he entered her, the slickness from her pussy making the penetration smoother than their earlier, rougher encounter. Mai gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body shuddering as she adjusted to his thickness, her anus clenching around him, the sensation a heady mix of discomfort and desire. “Oh, baby, yes,” she murmured, her hand caressing his hip, encouraging him, her voice soft and loving. “Go slow, just like that. You’re so good to Mommy.”

Hayao moved with care, his thrusts shallow and measured, savoring the tight heat of her anus, the way it gripped him, a contrast to the wet warmth of her pussy moments ago. Each movement was deliberate, mindful of her soreness, his cock sliding in and out with a slow, rhythmic precision that made her moan softly, her pleasure evident in every sound. His hands roamed her body, one cupping her large breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. The other hand rested on her hip, guiding her movements, keeping their rhythm slow and intimate, their bodies pressed close, skin against skin, the warmth of her body a comforting anchor in the darkness.

Mai’s moans grew louder, her body melting against his, her anus relaxing as she surrendered to the sensation, the initial discomfort giving way to a deep, building pleasure that radiated from her core. Her blonde hair shimmered in the soft light, strands falling over her shoulder. 

“Hayao, my sweet boy,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze, her dark eyes shining with love and lust. “You gave me the best anal sex I’ve ever had earlier. I didn’t know it was possible to cum like that from my ass. I could get addicted to it. I think I’m falling in love with your cock.”

Hayao’s penis throbbed inside her at her words, a surge of pride and arousal flooding through him, his thrusts remaining slow but growing slightly deeper, each one a testament to his desire to please her. “Mom,” he groaned, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin, “I just want to make you feel good.”

Mai smiled, her hand reaching back to stroke his cheek, her fingers gentle against his skin, a tender gesture that contrasted with the raw act they were sharing. 

“You’re going to make so many women happy, Hayao,” she said, her voice a mix of maternal pride and perverse desire. “I can tell. Any girl would be lucky to have you. I’m looking forward to seeing the girl you bring home from university one day.” His mother smiled weakly and added, “Just don’t be so rough with their asses like you were with me.”

Her words, envisioning a future where he’d share his life with another, yet laced with the intimacy of their current act, sent a jolt of arousal through Hayao, his cock pulsing inside her ass. The thought of bringing a girl home, of Mai’s approval, of their secret continuing in the shadows, was a heady mix of normalcy and taboo that made his head spin. 

“But Mom,” he growled, his voice rough with desire, “I only want you right now. You’re everything to me.”

Mai’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief and devotion. “Oh, my sweet boy, I know,” she purred, her hand squeezing his hip, urging him deeper. “And I’m here for you, always. But one day, you’ll meet someone special, and I’ll be happy for you. Until then, Mommy’s here to take care of all your needs, to let you fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth, anything you want.” Her words were a vow, a promise that deepened their bond, her body moving in sync with his, their pleasure building together.

As Mai’s words washed over him, Hayao felt a surge of possessiveness and desire; her promise igniting a primal fire within him. The slow, gentle rhythm of his thrusts began to falter, his hips moving faster, driving his cock deeper into her ass, the slickness from her pussy still easing the way but not enough to mask her soreness. Mai gasped, a mix of surprise and discomfort crossing her face, her body tensing beneath him. 

“Hayao, slow down, baby,” she whispered, her voice strained, her hand gripping his hip tighter, trying to steady him. “You’re hurting me.”

But Hayao was lost in his lust, his need to claim her overwhelming his senses, the taboo of her words—her promise to be his, her vision of his future—driving him to a place where restraint was impossible. He ignored her plea, his thrusts becoming harder, more forceful, the bed creaking louder under their movements, the sound a dangerous echo in the quiet room. The tight heat of her anus gripped him, the sensation intoxicating, urging him to push further, to take more, to dominate her completely.

“Hayao, please,” Mai whimpered, her voice breaking, tears welling in her eyes as the pain intensified, her body shuddering with each thrust. “You’re going too hard. It hurts, baby, please stop.” Her hand pushed weakly against his hip, a futile attempt to slow him, her anus clenching tightly around his cock, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses.

Her words barely registered, Hayao’s mind clouded by the pleasure, the power he held over her, his sadistic hunger surging to the forefront. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, menacing growl. 

“You can take it, Mom. You’re my whore, remember? You’ll do anything for me.” The degradation was a twisted affirmation of her earlier confession, his cock slamming into her ass, the wet, slapping sound filling the room, mingling with her cries.

Mai’s breath hitched, a sob escaping her lips, tears spilling down her cheeks, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she turned her head, her tear-filled eyes meeting his, a mix of pain and devotion in her gaze, her love for him shining through despite the agony. 

“Yes, baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible through her sobs. “Anything for you.” Her submission, even in the face of pain, was absolute, her body yielding to his relentless thrusts, her anus stretching to accommodate his forceful pace.

Encouraged by her surrender, Hayao continued his brutal rhythm, his cock plunging deep into her ass, each thrust a declaration of ownership, the bed creaking dangerously loud, the sound a stark contrast to the quiet of the night. Mai’s cries grew louder, a mix of pain and a strange, reluctant pleasure, her body shaking beneath him, her anus clenching around his cock with each movement. Despite the pain, she could feel a faint undercurrent of arousal, the line between discomfort and ecstasy blurring, her body responding to his dominance in ways she couldn’t control.

Hayao’s climax was approaching fast, the intensity of the moment pushing him to the edge, his balls tightening with need. The sight of Mai’s tears, her submission, her willingness to endure for him, was a drug that fueled his pleasure, his cock throbbing inside her, the heat and tightness of her anus overwhelming. With a final, savage thrust, he came, his cum flooding her ass, hot and thick, his body shuddering with the force of his release, a guttural cry escaping his lips. Mai’s own orgasm hit her, triggered by the intensity of his climax, her anus spasming around him, her cries muffled against the pillow, tears streaming down her face, her body convulsing with a mix of pain and pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Hayao collapsed onto her, his breath ragged, his cock still buried inside her, softening in her tight passage. Mai lay beneath him, her body trembling, soft sobs wracking her frame, her anus sore and pulsing, a dull ache radiating through her core. After a moment, she turned her head, her tear-filled eyes meeting his, a weak, trembling smile on her face, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers shaking. 

“Was it good for you, my darling son?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes glistening with tears, her love for him shining through despite the pain.

Hayao looked down at her, his heart swelling with a mix of love, guilt, and possessiveness, his hand brushing away her tears, his thumb gentle against her damp cheek. 

“It was wonderful, Mom,” he said, his voice soft, filled with awe and desire. “Your asshole is amazing, so tight, so perfect.” 

His words were a twisted affirmation, his gaze locked on hers, marveling at her devotion, her willingness to endure for him.

Mai’s smile widened, a flicker of happiness breaking through her tears, her eyes shining with a quiet pride. 

“I’m glad, baby,” she whispered, her hand caressing his face, her fingers trembling but steady. “I want to make you happy, always.” Her voice was raw, filled with a maternal love that transcended the pain, her submission a testament to her bond with him.

She shifted beneath him, wincing as Hayao pulled out, his cock slipping from her ass, leaving her feeling empty and sore, the ache a sharp reminder of his roughness. Mai bit her lip, suppressing a soft cry, but moved with determination, sliding down the bed until her face was level with his cock, still slick with her juices and his cum. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her tongue cleaning the remnants of their act, the taste a musky blend of her own arousal and his release. She worked diligently, her eyes closed, focusing on the task, her devotion evident in every gentle lick, every soft suck, her lips moving with care despite the tears still drying on her cheeks.

Hayao watched her, his heart pounding, a mix of emotions swirling within him—guilt for ignoring her pleas, awe at her submission, and a deep, possessive love that consumed him. The sight of his mother, crying yet still worshipping his cock, was a powerful image, one that etched itself into his mind, a testament to their twisted bond. When she finished, Mai looked up at him, her eyes still watery, but a faint smile on her lips, her face flushed with exertion and emotion. 

“I have to keep my darling clean,” she said, her voice soft, almost playful, despite the tears, her hand resting on his thigh, fingers trembling but steady.

She crawled back up to him, snuggling into his side, her head resting on his chest, her blonde hair spilling over his skin like a golden veil. Hayao wrapped his arm around her, his hand cupping one of her large breasts, feeling the softness, the weight, a comforting presence that grounded him in the moment. Mai sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against his, the pain in her ass a dull ache, a reminder of their passion, her tears drying as she nestled closer, her breath warm against his neck.

They lay there in silence, the only sound their breathing, synchronized and steady, the quiet of the night enveloping them like a cocoon. The dim light cast a soft glow over their entwined bodies, the lace curtains swaying gently, the night air cool against their sweat-slicked skin. Hayao’s mind was a whirl of thoughts, the events of the night replaying—the intensity of their act, Mai’s tears, her submission, her unwavering love. He felt a pang of guilt for pushing her beyond her limits, but it was overshadowed by the deep connection they shared, the bond that transcended the taboo, a love that was both sacred and profane.

Mai’s voice broke the silence, soft and sleepy, her hand stroking his chest gently. “I love you, Hayao,” she murmured, her words a quiet affirmation, her body pressed close, seeking comfort in his warmth.

“I love you too, Mom,” he replied, his voice equally soft, his hand squeezing her breast gently, a gesture of affection and possession. He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, a familiar comfort that soothed his racing thoughts.

They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies pressed close, the events of the night leaving them sated and content. As Hayao’s consciousness faded, his last thought was of the morning, of Mai’s promise to give him a titjob, and the endless possibilities that lay ahead in their forbidden relationship, their bond sealed in the darkness of the night.

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