Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[c] Hayao takes Shigeru’s Offer

“Meet me after school, behind the gym. I’ll explain,” Shigeru had said, his smile turning into an evil grin.

That was hours ago, and now the school day was over.

Hayao hesitated, Shigeru’s mysterious tone both intriguing and alarming. The idea of missing the Okinawa trip was unbearable, and if Shigeru had a way to help, he had to hear it, no matter how unsettling the vibe. “Alright,” he agreed, voice low, a knot of foreboding tightening in his stomach. “After school.”

Shigeru nodded, his expression serious, the grin fading into something more calculated. “Good. Keep it from Nanako. This is between us.”

As the school day ended, Hayao’s mind swirled with thoughts of Okinawa, Shigeru’s cryptic offer, and Mai—her cum-streaked face, her whispered vows, her body yielding to his desires. Stepping into the afternoon sun, he steeled himself for the meeting, the weight of his secret and the uncertainty of Shigeru’s proposal pressing down like a storm cloud. Behind the gym, the air was cooler, shaded by the building, the distant chatter of students fading as Hayao approached Shigeru, who leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, that same sly grin playing on his lips.

“Alright, what’s this about?” Hayao asked, crossing his arms, his voice edged with impatience, though his heart raced with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Shigeru’s grin widened, his eyes scanning Hayao with a knowing intensity that made him shift uncomfortably. “Your mom, Mai,” he started, his tone casual but deliberate, “she’s fucking hot, man. A real knockout. Those curves, that blonde hair—damn, she’s something else.”

Hayao’s jaw tightened, a flare of anger sparking in his chest at the casual objectification of his mother, though a traitorous pulse of arousal stirred deep within him, the memory of her breasts around his cock flashing unbidden. “Watch it, Shigeru,” he said, voice low, a warning edge to it, though his body betrayed him, his cock twitching slightly in his pants.

Shigeru raised his hands, feigning innocence, but his grin didn’t falter. “Chill, man, just stating facts. Everyone at school knows she’s a hostess, right? Works at one of those fancy clubs in Shinjuku, chatting up rich guys, serving drinks, maybe more.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Some of the guys have seen her going into love hotels with clients. Word gets around, you know? She’s not just pouring drinks, Hayao.”

Hayao’s fists clenched, anger surging at the implication, though the truth of it stung—Mai’s hostess work sometimes blurred into sexual encounters, a fact he’d grappled with, especially after their own taboo acts. 

“Get to the point,” he snapped, his voice sharp, trying to mask the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Shigeru’s grin turned predatory, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. “Here’s the deal. You let me and a few others have a turn with her, we’ll pay good money. Enough to cover your Okinawa trip, maybe more. You’d be like her agent, setting it up, making bank.”

Hayao’s stomach churned, a mix of rage and a perverse arousal at the thought of others with Mai, her body yielding to them as it had to him. 

“You’re fucking sick,” he spat, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s my mom, not some whore you can just—”

“Hey, hey,” Shigeru interrupted, hands up again, his grin unfazed. “She’s already doing it with clients, right? What’s the difference? You’d just be organizing it, making sure she gets paid well. Think about it—your mom’s a pro, and the guys at school are dying for a piece of her.”

Hayao’s anger flared, but the image Shigeru painted—Mai with other boys, her body writhing under them—sent a twisted thrill through him, his cock stirring despite his fury. “They’re just kids,” he said, voice tight. “Eighteen-year-olds can’t afford someone like her.”

Shigeru chuckled, leaning back against the wall, his confidence unshaken. “One guy, no, they can’t. But together? We can pool our money. I know at least eight others who’d be in, maybe more. We’re talking serious cash, Hayao. Enough for your trip and then some.”

Hayao’s mind reeled, the proposal both repulsive and intoxicating. The thought of Mai with his friends, their hands on her, their cocks inside her, was a violation of their bond, yet the image of her being “destroyed” by them, as he’d done, sparked a dark desire he couldn’t shake. He swallowed hard, his voice low. 

“I… I’ll think about it,” he said, the words tasting bitter, his cock betraying him with a throb of arousal.

Shigeru nodded, his grin triumphant. “That’s all I’m asking, man. Talk to her, see what she says. You know where to find me.”

Hayao turned away, his heart pounding, the weight of Shigeru’s offer heavy on his shoulders. The walk home was a blur, the bustling streets of Tokyo fading into the background as his mind churned with conflicting emotions—anger at Shigeru’s audacity, guilt for even considering it, and a perverse excitement at the thought of Mai with others, her body a canvas for their desires. By the time he reached the apartment, the sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the familiar hallway.

Inside, Mai lounged on the couch, her legs tucked under her, a loose t-shirt clinging to her curves, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up, a lazy smile spreading across her face, her dark eyes warm but tired. 

“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice soft, ascended the couch. “Didn’t go to work today. Needed a break.”

Hayao dropped his bag by the door, his heart racing, Shigeru’s words echoing in his mind. “You okay?” he asked, sitting beside her, trying to push the conversation out of his head.

Mai nodded, patting the couch beside her. “Just tired. Long night last night, you know?” Her smile was teasing, a reminder of their morning, but Hayao’s mind was elsewhere.

“Mom,” he started, voice hesitant, “I need to talk to you about something.”

Her brow furrowed, sensing his unease. “What’s up?”

He swallowed, the words heavy. “At school, they’re talking about the Okinawa trip. It’s expensive, and I… I don’t have the money. Shigeru said he knows a way I could earn it.”

Mai’s eyes narrowed, curious. “Oh? What’s his plan?”

Hayao’s throat tightened, the proposal burning in his chest. “He… he said you’re really attractive. That some guys at school would pay to… be with you. A lot of money, enough for the trip.”

Mai’s face froze, her smile vanishing, replaced by a flash of anger. “What the fuck, Hayao?” she snapped, sitting up straight, her voice sharp. “You’re talking about pimping out your own mother?”

Hayao flinched, his face burning, but he pressed on, the dark arousal pushing him forward. “I got mad too, but… he said you already do it with clients. That it’s no different. You’d just get paid more, and I’d… arrange it.”

Mai’s eyes blazed, her hand gripping his arm tightly. “Those are my clients, Hayao. It’s my job, my choice. This is different—those are your friends, kids! What the hell are you thinking?”

Hayao’s heart pounded, guilt and desire warring within him. “I know it’s fucked up,” he said, voice low, “but I thought… maybe it’s not so different. And I…” He hesitated, the words spilling out, “I want to see you get destroyed by them.”

Mai’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and anger, but something else flickered in her gaze—arousal, perhaps, or resignation. “You’re a real motherfucker, Hayao,” she said, her voice low, a bitter edge to it. She sighed, leaning back, her expression softening. “I did something like that once, you know. When I was younger, for an adult video. A group thing. Left me sore as hell for a week. I’d probably need to take a month off work if I did it now.”

Hayao’s cock twitched, the image of Mai overwhelmed by his friends igniting a dark fire within him. “You’d do it?” he asked, voice hoarse, his bulge evident.

Mai glanced at his pants, a wry smile crossing her lips. “Looks like you’re getting off on this, huh?” She leaned closer, her hand brushing his thigh, her touch light but deliberate, sending a jolt through him. “Want a blowjob to take the edge off?”

Hayao’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening as he nodded, fingers fumbling with his trousers. He unbuckled them hastily, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with precum. 

Mai’s eyes locked on his, a complex swirl of love, resignation, and something darker flickering in their depths. She leaned down slowly, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin, making him shiver with anticipation. Her tongue darted out, tracing the underside of his shaft with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting him, teasing him, her movements both tender and torturous.

She lingered there for a moment, her lips brushing against him, before taking him fully into her mouth. Her throat enveloped him, the wet heat surrounding his cock like a vice, pulling a guttural groan from deep within him. 

“Fuck, Mom,” Hayao rasped, his hands instinctively finding her hair, fingers tangling in the soft blonde strands as he guided her, his grip firm but trembling. Mai’s lips tightened around him, her tongue swirling with practiced precision, coaxing every nerve to life. 

The room filled with the slick, rhythmic sounds of her sucking, punctuated by Hayao’s ragged breaths and stifled moans, the air thick with their shared tension.

Her pace quickened, her head bobbing with a steady rhythm, the wet heat of her mouth driving him closer to the edge. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip each time she pulled back, sending sparks of pleasure through him. 

Hayao’s hips bucked involuntarily, his control slipping as the sensation overwhelmed him. Mai’s eyes never left his, their intensity burning into him, a silent promise laced with forbidden desire. His fingers tightened in her hair, a desperate edge to his groans as he felt the pressure building.

As he neared climax, Mai pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with saliva and his precum, her breath hot against him. “Where do you want to cum, baby?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper, dripping with both affection and a taunting edge.

“On your face,” he gasped, his voice strained, the image of her covered in his cum—mingled with the twisted fantasy of his friends doing the same—flashing vividly in his mind, dark and intoxicating.

Mai smirked, a snide, knowing glint in her eyes. “Gonna see a lot of guys cum on your mom’s face soon, huh?” 

The words were sharp, a provocative jab that hit him like a spark to dry tinder. His cock pulsed, and he erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering across her face, streaking her cheeks, dripping from her lips and chin. The sight of her, marked by him, sent a shudder through his body, a heady mix of guilt and primal satisfaction.

Mai laughed softly, the sound playful yet edged with something biting. She wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with her fingers, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on his. 

“Trying to drown me, you selfish boy?” she teased, her tone light but her gaze searching, probing for his reaction. Hayao’s heart pounded, a chaotic swirl of guilt and arousal churning within him, the weight of Shigeru’s mysterious offer hanging heavy—a dark promise of money and deeper taboo.

Even after his release, Mai didn’t stop. Her tongue returned to his cock, lapping at the remnants of his cum, cleaning him with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensitivity made Hayao shiver, his breath catching as her touch reignited the embers of his desire. 

“Mom,” he groaned, his hands still in her hair, fingers tightening slightly. “You’re gonna make me hard again.”

Mai pulled back, a sly smile curling her lips, her face still streaked with his cum. “That’s the idea, baby,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “I want you to fuck me. And, I can tell you want to fuck me, too. You want it, don’t you?” Her words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in a promise.

Hayao’s cock twitched, hardening again at the thought of sinking into her, the primal need surging back to life. He nodded, his voice hoarse with want. “Yes, Mom. I want to fuck you.”

Mai’s smile widened enigmatically. She shifted smoothly, turning to get down on all fours, her movements fluid and purposeful. She hooked her fingers into her bottoms, sliding them down her hips and off, revealing the smooth curve of her ass and the glistening lips of her pussy. With one hand, she reached back, spreading her pussy lips wide, her fingers slick with her own arousal, exposing herself fully to him. 

“Come on, baby,” she cooed, her voice a sultry invitation. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy. Give it to me hard.”

Hayao moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock throbbing as he positioned himself. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, her tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. Mai cried out, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him as he began to move, his thrusts hard and relentless. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with her moans and his grunts, a raw symphony of their forbidden union.

“God, Mom, you feel so good,” Hayao groaned, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into her with desperate force. Mai’s hands gripped the floor, her body rocking with each thrust, her voice strained with pleasure. “Harder, baby,” she gasped, urging him on.

“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” he warned, his voice tight, his thrusts growing erratic as the pleasure peaked.

“It’s okay, baby,” Mai whispered breathlessly. “Cum inside me.”

Hayao’s breath hitched, surprise cutting through his haze of arousal. “Why?” he asked raggedly, his hips slowing for a moment, teetering on the edge.

Mai’s body trembled, her orgasm building as she pushed back against him. “Because,” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure, “when your friends come over, they’re probably going to cum inside me too, aren’t they? Johns pay more for that. Might as well let you do it first.” 

The words sent a jolt through him, a twisted thrill that tipped him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick, as Mai’s own orgasm crashed over her, her cries echoing in the room.

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