Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[c] Mai’s Gangbang for Hayao [I] [oral, vaginal, anal, double anal, double vaginal, MF,MMF,MMMF,MMMMMF]

The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting warm, golden rays across the tiled floor where Mai stood, her hand trembling as she squeezed Hayao’s. Her blonde hair, freshly brushed, cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a soft halo, her dark eyes searching his with a mix of love and apprehension. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the day pressing down on them, the promise of Shigeru’s offer looming large. Hayao felt his heart race, his cock stirring at the thought of what was to come, the forbidden thrill of sharing her with others a dark fire in his veins.

“Baby,” Mai whispered, her voice low and urgent, her grip tightening on his hand, “promise me some things, okay?” Her tone was pleading, a mother’s need for reassurance, yet laced with the raw desire that had defined their bond. Hayao nodded, his eyes locked on hers, the intensity of her gaze grounding him amidst the chaos of his emotions.

“First,” she continued, her voice steadying, “promise me you’ll never leave me. Never, Hayao.” 

Her words were a plea, a desperate vow born of love and fear, her hand squeezing his so tightly it hurt, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Hayao felt a pang of guilt, the memory of their night’s passion. 

“I promise, Mom,” he said, voice firm, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’ll never leave you.”

Mai nodded, a small smile breaking through her tension, her hand relaxing slightly. “Second,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “after this… after they’re done, after I clean myself up, I want you to fuck me. In every hole, Hayao. I need you to reclaim me, to make me yours again. I need to feel you, baby, to know I’m still yours.” 

Her words were raw, a mix of need and vulnerability, her eyes searching his for confirmation, her body trembling with anticipation. Hayao’s cock twitched, the image of taking her again, marking her as his, sending a surge of arousal through him. 

“I promise, Mom,” he said, voice hoarse, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer.

“Third,” Mai continued, her voice firm now, a command wrapped in parental authority, “I want you to participate. I need you there, Hayao. I can’t do this without you, not like this.” 

Her eyes burned with a fierce determination, a mix of love and resignation, her hand squeezing his again, a silent plea for his agreement. Hayao’s mind raced, the thought of joining his friends, of watching them with her, of taking her alongside them, a dark thrill that made his heart pound. 

“Okay, Mom,” he said, voice low, nodding, “I’ll do it. I promise.”

Mai’s smile widened, a mix of relief and anticipation, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him with a desperate hunger. 

Hayao responded, his hands pulling her close, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting, a silent vow sealing their pact. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, the taste of her familiar and intoxicating, a reminder of their bond, their shared sin.

When they pulled apart, Mai’s eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, her voice steady. “Alright, my baby,” she said, stepping back, smoothing her hair, “I’m ready. Let’s do this.” Hayao nodded, his heart pounding, the weight of their promises settling over him, a mix of excitement and dread.

The afternoon sun was still high when the doorbell rang, a sharp, jarring sound that echoed through the apartment. Hayao’s pulse quickened, his mind racing as he moved to answer it, the reality of Shigeru’s plan crashing down. He opened the door to find Shigeru and a group of boys, their school uniforms slightly disheveled, eyes glinting with anticipation. Shigeru, his best friend, grinned, a predatory edge to his smile, his dark eyes scanning Hayao before flicking past him into the apartment.

“Ready for this, man?” he asked, voice low, a mix of excitement and challenge.

Hayao nodded, stepping aside to let them in, his voice tight. “Yeah, let’s get it over with.” The boys filed in, their whispers and chuckles filling the hallway, their presence a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of earlier. 

There were all familiar faces from school, their ages matching his, their eagerness almost palpable.

As they entered the living room, Mai appeared, and the room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on her. She was dressed in very sexy, provocative underwear—black lace bra barely containing her large breasts, matching panties clinging to her hips, sheer stockings accentuating her long legs, the fabric a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her dyed blonde hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, framing her face in a seductive halo, her dark eyes smoldering with a mix of defiance and desire.

Shigeru let out a low whistle, his grin widening. “Hot milf material, Hayao,” he said, voice dripping with appreciation, his eyes raking over Mai. “Your mom was made for fucking, man. Look at her.”

The others joined in, their comments crude and eager. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” one boy, Takashi, said, his voice thick with lust, his eyes locked on Mai’s breasts. “Those tits, damn.” Another, Kenta, nodded, his voice low. “Your mom’s gonna get wrecked.”

Mai’s lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes scanning the group, taking in their youthful eagerness, their youthful bodies tense with anticipation. She stepped forward, her movements graceful, confident, a hostess’s poise masking her inner turmoil. 

“Welcome, boys,” she purred, her voice smooth, inviting, “let’s have some fun. How about I start by blowing you all?”

The room erupted in murmurs, the boys shifting, their excitement palpable. One of them, Ryo, stepped forward, his voice bold, a challenge in his eyes. “Wait, I wanna see something first. I wanna see a real mother blow her real biological son. That’s hot, man.”

Mai’s smile didn’t falter, her eyes flicking to Hayao, a silent question in their depths. Hayao grinned at his friends, a mix of pride and arousal surging through him, and nodded. 

“Sure, why not?” he said, voice low, stepping forward. Mai sank to her knees gracefully, her movements fluid, her eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of love and resignation, her body ready for the act.

Hayao unbuckled his trousers, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, the memory of their morning’s passion fueling his arousal. He stepped closer, guiding his cock to her lips, and Mai opened her mouth, taking him deep, her throat enveloping him, the wet heat surrounding him

Hayao’s hands gripped Mai’s hair, his cock thrusting into her mouth, her moans vibrating against his shaft as Shigeru’s fingers pinched her nipples through her bra, drawing sharp gasps. Takashi and Kenta’s hands were under her panties, their fingers probing her pussy, slick with her arousal, while Hiroshi’s finger slid into her ass, making her body tremble, her anus still tender. Ryo and Jun guided her hands to their cocks, her fingers stroking them in rhythm with Hayao’s thrusts, while Satoshi, Daichi, and Kenji stood nearby, stroking themselves, their eyes locked on the scene, their breaths heavy with anticipation.

The room was a cacophony of sounds—Mai’s muffled moans, the wet slurp of her mouth, the slick sounds of fingers in her pussy and ass, the boys’ grunts and whispered encouragements. The tension was electric, each boy eager to claim a piece of her, their young bodies tense with desire, their cocks hard and throbbing. But Kenji, the lanky boy with a nervous edge, stepped forward, his voice cracking as he spoke, his face flushed with embarrassment. 

“Uh, guys, can I… can I fuck her first?” he asked, his eyes darting to Mai, then to the floor, his cock hard but his posture uncertain. “I’m, uh, a virgin, so…”

The room erupted in laughter, the boys’ chuckles sharp and teasing, their eyes glinting with amusement. 

“Virgin Kenji wants first dibs?” Takashi said, grinning, nudging Shigeru. “That’s rich, man.”

“Go ahead, dude,” Shigeru said, his grin wide, clapping Kenji on the shoulder. “But don’t cum inside her pussy, alright? We don’t need that mess.”

Kenji grumbled, his face reddening further, but nodded, his eyes flicking to Mai, filled with a mix of awe and nervousness. “Okay, fine,” he muttered, his voice low, his cock twitching at the thought of losing his virginity to her.

Mai’s smile softened, a hint of genuine warmth breaking through her seductive facade, her eyes meeting Kenji’s with gentle reassurance. “Come here, sweetie,” she purred, rising from her knees, her hands still stroking Ryo and Jun, her body glistening with sweat, her lace underwear clinging to her curves. 

She moved to the couch, gesturing for Kenji to lie down, her movements graceful, confident. “I’ll take care of you, but you have to promise to tell me when you’re about to cum, okay? I’ll drink it all up for you.”

The boys’ murmurs grew louder, their arousal spiking at her words, their cocks hardening further at the promise of her swallowing Kenji’s cum. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kenta said, his voice thick, his hand stroking his cock faster, eyes locked on Mai. Shigeru nodded, his grin predatory, his hands still on her breasts, squeezing them possessively.

Kenji lay back on the couch, his cock standing erect, his face a mix of nervousness and excitement, his hands trembling as he watched Mai approach. She straddled him, her knees sinking into the cushions, her pussy hovering above his cock, her hands guiding him to her entrance. 

“Ready, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft, her eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of encouragement and desire.

Kenji nodded, his breath shallow, his cock twitching as Mai lowered herself, her pussy enveloping him, tight and wet, drawing a sharp gasp from him. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his body trembling with the sensation, his virginity slipping away in the heat of her embrace. 

Mai began to move, her hips rocking slowly at first, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft, her movements controlled, ensuring he didn’t cum too soon, her eyes locked on his, guiding him through the experience.

The others watched, their arousal palpable, their cocks hard and eager, hands stroking themselves or reaching for Mai. Shigeru and Takashi moved closer, their cocks out, hard and throbbing, offering them to her mouth. Mai leaned forward, her lips parting, taking Shigeru’s cock first, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling, then switching to Takashi, her mouth working both with expert precision, her moans muffled around their shafts, her pussy still riding Kenji’s cock.

Hayao, watching from the center of the scene, felt a surge of jealousy and arousal at her words, the idea of another boy’s cock pleasing her a challenge to his claim. His cock, still hard from fucking her face, throbbed with need, and he moved behind her, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her anus, still slick from earlier. Filled with a mix of possessiveness and dark desire, he positioned his cock at her tight entrance and thrust hard, burying himself deep in her ass, making Mai scream, the sound muffled as she took Shigeru’s cock back into her mouth, her body shuddering with the intensity of the double penetration.

They rutted like beasts. 

“Oh, fuck!” Kenji gasped, his voice strained, his cock twitching inside Mai’s pussy, the sensation of her tightening around him pushing him closer to the edge. “I’m gonna cum!” he cried, his hands gripping her hips, his body trembling.

Mai pulled off Shigeru and Takashi’s cocks, her lips glistening, and quickly dismounted Kenji, Hayao’s cock slipping from her rectum with an almost audible plop. The experienced woman’s movements were swift and deliberate. She knelt before Kenji, her mouth open, ready to take his release. 

“Cum for me, sweetie,” she urged, her voice a sultry command, her hand stroking his cock, guiding him to her lips. 

Kenji groaned, his cock erupting, thick ropes of cum shooting into her mouth, Mai swallowing eagerly, her throat working, her eyes locked on his, filled with satisfaction.

As she swallowed Kenji’s cum, Hayao, Shigeru, and Takashi stepped forward, their cocks hard and ready, offering them to her. Mai’s eyes flicked to Hayao, a silent acknowledgment of their bond, and she took his cock first, her lips wrapping around it, sucking deep, her tongue swirling over the head, tasting the musky remnants of her ass. 

The others followed, their cocks crowding around her, Mai’s mouth moving from one to another, her hands stroking those she couldn’t suck, her movements a whirlwind of pleasure. The boys groaned, their hands in her hair, on her breasts, their arousal peaking as she worked them with expert skill.

Ryo, watching from the side, his cock still in her hand, grinned and said, “Fuck, Hayao’s cock was just in her ass, and she sucked it like it’s nothing.” 

The comment sent a ripple of laughter through the group, their arousal spiking at the raw, taboo nature of it, Mai’s submission a spectacle that fueled their desire.

Hayao, his jealousy flaring at Ryo’s words, pulled out of Mai’s mouth, his cock slick with her saliva, and moved behind her again, his hands gripping her hips. He positioned himself at her anus, thrusting hard, burying himself deep, making Mai gasp, her body trembling with the intensity. 

“You’re mine, Mom,” he growled, his voice low, his thrusts forceful, reclaiming her in front of his friends, his cock stretching her tight passage.

Mai’s moans were muffled as she took Shigeru’s cock back into her mouth, her body rocking with Hayao’s thrusts, her mouth and ass filled with sensation, her hands stroking Ryo and Jun, her fingers slick with their precum. The room was a blur of bodies, hands, and cocks, Mai at the center, her love for Hayao a guiding light through the chaos.

Hayao’s mother’s body glistened under a sheen of perspiration, droplets catching the dim light and tracing paths down her curves. Her blonde hair, damp and tousled, clung to her flushed cheeks and neck. 

Her son drove himself into her anus with possessive fervor, his thrusts deep and unrelenting until his release flooded her, spilling hot and thick inside her trembling form. As he withdrew, his cock glistened with the slick evidence of their union, leaving Mai quivering on the edge of collapse. 

Her dark eyes, shadowed with exhaustion yet alight with a complex dance of pleasure, submission, and a defiant spark, flickered as she turned her attention elsewhere. Her lips, swollen and parted, worked Shigeru’s shaft with a practiced, almost mechanical rhythm, while her hands moved in tandem, stroking Ryo and Jun with a fluid grace that belied her fatigue. The atmosphere pulsed with an intoxicating blend of desire and desperation, each breath and motion steeped in the primal energy that enveloped them all.

Takashi, ever observant and impatient, seized the fleeting pause that followed Hayao’s retreat. His eyes, sharp and glinting with a predatory hunger, locked onto Mai as he stepped forward, his cock rigid and pulsing with anticipation. He positioned himself behind her with deliberate care, his hands firm yet reverent as they spread her cheeks, revealing the stretched, cum-slick entrance Hayao had just claimed. The sight sent a shiver through him, a visceral thrill that tightened his grip. With a low grunt, he pressed himself into her, the tight passage yielding reluctantly to his girth. 

Mai’s body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips around Shigeru’s shaft, the sound muffled but resonant with the intensity of the sensation. Her anus, still tender and hypersensitive from Hayao’s earlier assault, protested the intrusion, yet she leaned into it, her hips tilting instinctively to meet Takashi’s rhythm. Each thrust reverberated through her, igniting her nerve endings with a potent mix of pain and pleasure that blurred into an exquisite, indescribable haze. Her skin prickled with heat, her breath quickening as she surrendered to the relentless cadence.

Simultaneously, Kenta, who had lingered on the periphery, his hand working his own arousal as he watched the scene unfold, moved closer. His gaze was fixed on Mai’s face, on the way her lips glistened with saliva and exertion. 

She sensed his approach and released Shigeru’s cock with a soft, wet sound, strands of saliva trailing briefly before she turned to Kenta. Her dark eyes met his for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment, before she parted her lips wider and took him deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around his shaft with a slow, deliberate finesse, her throat constricting as she swallowed him down, each movement sending vibrations through his sensitive skin. 

The sensation drew a low groan from Kenta, his head tipping back as he surrendered to her skill. Shigeru, unwilling to be cast aside, reached for her hand and guided it back to his cock, his fingers brushing hers as she resumed stroking him. Her touch was slick with his precum, her grip firm yet fluid, a testament to her ability to juggle their desires even as her own body teetered on the edge of overload.

Hiroshi, ever attentive to the shifting dynamics, saw an opportunity in the chaos and acted swiftly. With a gentle but firm hand, he maneuvered Mai onto her back on the worn couch, the fabric cool against her overheated skin. Her legs fell open naturally, spread wide to reveal her pussy, glistening with arousal and framed by the faint sheen of sweat on her thighs. He knelt between them, his breath catching at the sight of her vulnerability, her readiness. His cock slid into her wet entrance with ease, the warmth and tightness enveloping him, drawing a guttural groan from deep within his chest. Mai’s body arched in response, her spine curving as her large breasts bounced with each forceful thrust. The delicate lace of her bra strained against her skin, the fabric damp and clinging, a fragile barrier that seemed almost absurd amidst the raw, unbridled energy that filled the room. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch, fingers digging into the upholstery as she braced herself against the onslaught.

Now, Mai was utterly consumed, her body a conduit for their collective desire. Takashi filled her anus, his thrusts deep and steady; Hiroshi claimed her pussy, his rhythm a counterpoint that drove her higher; and Kenta occupied her mouth, her lips stretched around him as she worked him with fervent dedication. The boys moved in a synchronized dance, their thrusts coordinated with an almost instinctive precision, filling her completely. The room reverberated with the sounds of their union—flesh slapping against flesh in a relentless cadence, the wet, slick noises of mouths and hands working in unison, and the low, guttural groans that spilled from their throats as they lost themselves in the moment. Mai’s muffled moans wove through it all, a thread of sound that tied the chaos together. Ryo, Jun, Satoshi, and Kenji lingered on the edges, their cocks throbbing in their hands, their eyes locked on her writhing form. The air crackled with anticipation, each boy poised and eager to claim his turn, to immerse himself in the heat of her body.

The rhythm persisted, an unspoken agreement driving them forward. After several minutes, Hiroshi withdrew from her pussy, his cock slick with her juices, leaving her momentarily empty before Ryo stepped in. He slid into her with ease, the transition seamless, his thrusts picking up where Hiroshi left off. Jun replaced Takashi in her anus, his thicker cock stretching her further, eliciting a soft whimper from Mai as her body adjusted to the new sensation. 

The sound was raw, vulnerable, and it sent a ripple of excitement through the group. Satoshi took over from Kenta, his cock filling her mouth as she parted her lips to accommodate him, her tongue tracing his length with weary precision. Her hands, never idle, worked Ryo and Shigeru, her fingers moving with a dexterity that spoke of experience and instinct. The transitions flowed like a well-rehearsed performance, each shift a testament to their collective hunger, leaving no part of her untouched or unclaimed.

Mai drifted in a haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation. Her pussy clenched around Ryo’s cock, a tight, involuntary grip that drew a hiss from him; her anus tightened around Jun’s, the pressure intense yet intoxicating; and her throat worked Satoshi’s shaft, her moans vibrating against him as she teetered on the edge of yet another climax. 

The orgasms blended into a continuous wave, each peak crashing into the next until she lost count, her body trembling with every thrust, her mind reduced to a swirling blur of sensation and submission. Time seemed to warp, stretching thin in moments of exquisite intensity and contracting in the brief lulls between movements. The world shrank to the points of contact where their bodies met, a constellation of touch that anchored her in the storm.

As the afternoon wore on, the air grew thicker, the heat more oppressive. Shigeru, always the provocateur, watched Mai with a keen eye, noting the way her anus had loosened from the repeated penetrations. Her body was a canvas of exertion—slick with sweat and cum, her holes pliant and inviting, her skin flushed a deep, rosy hue. A wicked grin spread across his face, his dark eyes glinting with a mischievous spark that promised trouble. “Hey, guys,” he called out, his voice slicing through the cacophony of moans and grunts, sharp and commanding. “I think Mai’s ass is ready for something more. How about we try double anal?” The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, a challenge wrapped in an invitation that stilled the room for a heartbeat.

The boys exchanged glances, their expressions a tangle of excitement and uncertainty. Double anal penetration was a fantasy relegated to the flickering screens of pornography. Mai, catching Shigeru’s suggestion, turned her head slowly, her dark eyes seeking Hayao’s. He stood nearby, his cock semi-erect, his face a storm of conflicting emotions—jealousy warring with arousal, protectiveness clashing with a darker curiosity. Her gaze was pleading, a flicker of fear threading through the haze of lust that clouded her mind. 

Her body ached, pushed to its limits by the hours of relentless use, yet the thought of two cocks filling her anus sent a shiver through her—a cocktail of dread and a strange, forbidden excitement. Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no sound came, only the silent weight of her vulnerability laid bare before him.

Hayao met her eyes, his heart thudding against his ribs. He saw the exhaustion etched into her features, the silent plea for him to step in, to shield her from this escalation. But beneath it, he glimpsed a spark of desire, a part of her that yearned to be pushed further, to surrender to the abyss of this primal act. 

His throat tightened, his breath hitching as he wrestled with himself. Swallowing hard, he gave a slight nod, a gesture so subtle it might have gone unnoticed, yet it carried the weight of his conflicted consent. Jealousy gnawed at him, but so did the dark thrill of watching her unravel, of being complicit in this raw, uncharted territory.

Shigeru, catching the nod, took it as permission and sprang into action. He motioned for Takashi to lie down on the couch, his movements brisk and assured. Takashi complied, stretching out on his back, his cock standing upright, still slick with Mai’s juices from earlier. Shigeru guided Mai with a firm hand, helping her straddle Takashi, her legs trembling as she positioned herself above him. She lowered herself slowly, wincing as Takashi’s cock slid back into her anus, the familiar stretch reigniting a dull ache in her overworked muscles. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support, her nails digging into his skin as she steadied herself, her breasts heaving within the confines of her lace bra.

Once she was settled, Shigeru moved behind her with a predator’s grace. He positioned himself carefully, pressing the head of his cock against her opening, right beside Takashi’s shaft. 

Mai tensed, her breath catching in her throat, a faint “Wait” escaping her lips in a whisper so soft it was nearly lost in the hum of anticipation. But Shigeru pressed forward, undeterred, his focus absolute. Inch by inch, his cock slid into her anus alongside Takashi’s, the stretch searing and unrelenting. 

Mai screamed, the sound tearing from her throat—raw, primal, a collision of agony and ecstasy that echoed off the walls. Her body shook violently, her muscles clenching around the dual intrusion, every nerve alight with an intensity that threatened to consume her. The boys watched, mesmerized, their cocks pulsing at the sight of her anus stretched beyond reason, her form trembling on the precipice.

Shigeru began to thrust, his movements gentle at first, coordinating with Takashi in a slow, deliberate rhythm to ease her into it. Mai’s screams softened into moans, her body gradually acclimating to the extreme penetration. The initial pain ebbed, giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure that pulsed through her core, radiating outward until it enveloped her entirely. Her pussy, momentarily neglected, dripped with arousal, her clit swollen and aching for touch. 

The sensation was beyond comprehension—a fullness that defied logic, yet it propelled her into waves of ecstasy that left her gasping, her mind adrift in a sea of sensation.

Shigeru, reveling in the tightness and the sheer audacity of the act, glanced over at Hayao, his grin widening with a mix of triumph and provocation. 

“Hey, Hayao, your mom’s pretty loud. Why don’t you shut her up with your cock?” he taunted, his tone laced with a playful cruelty that drew chuckles from the others. 

The laughter rippled through the room, a blend of amusement and heightened arousal. Hayao’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the heat creeping up his neck, but his cock betrayed him, hardening at the suggestion. 

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