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

His mind was a battlefield—part of him ached to shield Mai, to pull her from this overwhelming tableau and cradle her close, yet another part burned with a visceral need to dominate her, to assert his claim in front of his friends. Her eyes met his again, pleading yet tinged with an invitation, a silent thread of their bond woven through the chaos.

He stepped forward, his cock fully erect now, the head glistening with precum as he closed the distance. Positioning himself in front of Mai, he took in her flushed face, her features contorted with the dual forces of pleasure and strain. 

Her lips trembled, parting slightly, and he guided his cock between them, thrusting deep into her throat with a force that surprised even himself. Mai gagged briefly, her throat full of him, but she relaxed into it, her tongue swirling against his shaft as her muffled moans vibrated through him. 

The room became a symphony of pleasure—Shigeru and Takashi moving in unison within her anus, stretching her out; Hayao driving into her mouth with a rhythm born of both love and possession; her body rocking between them, a vessel for their collective desire. Her hands clutched the couch, nails sinking into the fabric as she anchored herself against the storm.

Shigeru reached his peak first, his cock pulsing as he released deep inside her anus, his cum mingling with the others’ earlier loads in a hot, thick flood. Takashi followed moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled into her, the warmth filling her rectum and seeping into her trembling frame. Hayao, spurred by the sight and the sounds—the wet slap of flesh, the choked moans escaping Mai’s throat—felt his own climax building. With a final, forceful thrust, he came, his cum flooding her mouth in a torrent. Mai swallowed eagerly, her throat working to capture every drop, her eyes locked on his, a silent vow shimmering in their depths amidst the haze.

Hayao withdrew, his body spent, his cock softening as he stumbled back and collapsed into a nearby chair. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his mind a whirlwind of emotions—jealousy gnawing at his edges, arousal still simmering, guilt tugging at his conscience, and love anchoring him through it all. 

Shigeru and Takashi pulled out of her anus, their cocks glistening with cum, leaving her stretched and leaking, a faint trickle of semen trailing down her thigh. Her blonde hair clung to her flushed face, her dark eyes catching Hayao’s for a fleeting moment, a mix of love and exhaustion flickering within them before she was swept back into the chaos.

Ryo and Jun wasted no time, their hands roaming her curves, their cocks hard and eager. Ryo lay on the floor, pulling Mai atop him, her knees sinking into the carpet as she straddled him. Her pussy, slick with arousal, enveloped his cock with a wet squelch, drawing a low moan from her lips. Jun moved behind her and with a grunt, he pushed into her ass, filling her completely, the dual penetration making her body shudder. Mai’s hands gripped Ryo’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation, her large breasts bouncing in her lace bra with each thrust.

Kenta, unwilling to be sidelined, stepped forward, his cock throbbing as he offered it to Mai’s mouth. She leaned forward, her lips parting to take him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her throat taking him as she sucked him with practiced skill. Her moans vibrated against his sensitive skin, muffled by the fullness in her mouth. The room was alive with the sounds of flesh against flesh, Mai’s gasps and whimpers blending with the boys’ grunts and crude encouragements. Hiroshi, Satoshi, and Kenji stood nearby, stroking themselves, their eyes locked on the spectacle, their cocks twitching with anticipation.

The rhythm of the three boys was relentless, their thrusts synchronized, filling Mai’s pussy, ass, and mouth in a primal dance. Her body rocked between them, her skin glistening with sweat, her blonde hair a tangled halo around her face. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, the heat of their bodies mingling in the small living room. Mai’s orgasms came in waves, her pussy clenching around Ryo’s cock, her anus tightening around Jun’s, her throat working Kenta’s shaft as she surrendered to the pleasure.

After several minutes, the boys switched positions, their eagerness undiminished. Satoshi took Ryo’s place, lying on the couch as Mai straddled him, his cock sliding into her pussy with ease, her wetness coating him. Hiroshi positioned himself behind her, carefully inserting himself into her vagina alongside Satoshi’s shaft. Mai gasped, the sensation of two cocks stretching her pussy overwhelming, her walls pulsing around them. The boys moved slowly at first, ensuring she could handle the intense fullness, then increased their pace, their thrusts deep and forceful, making her body tremble.

Takashi, his cock hard again, approached her front, and Mai took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. Her hands reached out, stroking Ryo and Jun, her fingers slick with their precum, keeping them engaged as she serviced the others. The room was a blur of bodies, the sounds of wet slaps and muffled moans filling the air, the boys’ crude comments adding to the electric atmosphere. 

“Fuck, she’s taking two in her pussy like a champ,” Kenta said, his voice thick with lust, his hand stroking his cock as he watched.

Mai’s body was pushed to its limits, her orgasms blending into a continuous haze of pleasure. Her breasts, barely contained by her bra, bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. The boys took turns with titjobs, pressing their cocks between her large breasts, Mai holding them together as they thrust, their cum splattering across her chest and face, leaving her skin glistening. They also indulged in ass-to-mouth, a boy pulling out of her anus and immediately offering his cock to her mouth. Mai sucked it clean without hesitation, her submission complete, her desire to please overriding any discomfort.

Hayao watched from his chair, his cock stirring despite his earlier exhaustion. The sight of his mother being ravaged by his friends was a potent mix of arousal and jealousy, a dark fire burning in his veins. Each time Mai’s eyes met his, he saw the love and vulnerability beneath her lustful haze, a silent plea for his presence, his approval. It was that look that began to stoke his possessiveness, a need to reclaim her growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the boys continued their relentless assault, Shigeru, ever the instigator, noticed Mai’s anus had loosened further from the repeated penetrations. His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he grinned, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “She’s ready for more, boys. Let’s tear up her asshole again.” 

The room stilled for a moment, the boys exchanging glances, their excitement palpable. Mai’s eyes flicked to Hayao, a flicker of fear mingling with her arousal, but her body was too far gone to protest, her mind clouded by the endless waves of pleasure.

Shigeru motioned for Kenji to lie on the couch, his cock standing upright, slick with Mai’s juices from earlier. With gentle guidance, Shigeru helped Mai straddle him, her anus enveloping Kenji’s cock as she lowered herself, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She gripped Kenji’s shoulders, her body trembling as she adjusted to the intrusion. Shigeru positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her already filled anus. Mai tensed, her breath catching, but Shigeru was relentless, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until his cock was buried alongside Kenji’s.

Mai screamed, the sound raw and primal, a mix of pain and pleasure as her anus stretched to its absolute limit. Her body shook, her muscles clenching around the two cocks, the sensation overwhelming every nerve. The boys watched in awe, their cocks throbbing at the sight of her anus stretched impossibly wide, her body trembling with the intensity. Shigeru and Kenji moved carefully, their thrusts slow and coordinated, ensuring they didn’t hurt her, but the pleasure was evident in Mai’s moans, her body gradually adjusting to the extreme penetration.

Shigeru was the first to cum, his cock pulsing as he released deep inside Mai’s anus, his cum mixing with Kenji’s earlier load. Kenji followed, his thrusts erratic as he spilled into her, the warmth filling her rectum. Hayao, driven by the sight and sounds, felt his climax building. With a final thrust, he came in Mai’s mouth, his cum flooding her throat. Mai swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take every drop, her eyes locked on Hayao’s, a silent affirmation of their connection.

Mai, trembling from the intensity, was gently lifted by the other boys, her body slick with sweat and cum. They positioned her on her hands and knees on the floor, Ryo sliding beneath her, his cock entering her pussy, while Jun took her ass, their thrusts synchronizing together. Mai’s moans filled the room, her body rocking between them, her breasts swaying with each movement. Kenta approached her front, offering his cock, and Mai took him in, her lips working him with expert skill.

The boys continued their relentless pace, rotating through positions with a fervor that seemed insatiable. They tried double vaginal penetration again, with Satoshi and Hiroshi filling her pussy, their cocks stretching her walls as she gasped and moaned. They indulged in more titjobs, Mai’s breasts enveloping their cocks, her skin slick with their cum. Ass-to-mouth followed, the boys moving from her anus to her mouth, Mai sucking them clean with a mix of submission and desire.

Hayao watched, his arousal building despite his exhaustion. The sight of Mai, her body used and pleasured by his friends, was a potent mix of jealousy and desire. Each time she looked at him, her eyes seeking his, he felt a surge of possessiveness, a need to claim her as his own. 

The boys’ crude comments—Ryo’s “She’s a fucking machine, Hayao,” and Takashi’s “Your mom’s pussy is unreal”—only fueled his emotions, stoking the fire within him.

As Shigeru fucked Mai’s pussy from behind, his hands gripping her hips, and she sucked on Satoshi’s cock, Hayao could no longer stay on the sidelines. A swirl of possessiveness consumed him, a primal need to assert his claim over her. He stood, his cock throbbing, and approached the group, his presence commanding attention. 

Shigeru, sensing Hayao’s intent, pulled out of Mai, stepping aside with a knowing grin. “All yours, man,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Hayao took his place behind Mai, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. He looked down at her, her pussy glistening with arousal, her body trembling from the relentless pleasure. Without a word, he positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust deep into her vagina, burying himself to the hilt. Mai gasped, her body arching, her mouth releasing Satoshi’s cock as she turned her head to look at Hayao. Their eyes met, and in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding, a connection that transcended the physical act.

Hayao began to thrust, his movements powerful and deliberate, each stroke a declaration of ownership. Mai moaned, her body responding to him in a way it hadn’t with the others, her pussy clenching around him, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts. Hayao leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips near her ear. “You’re mine, Mom,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive, his hands tightening on her hips. “No matter what, you’re mine.”

Mai’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure, her orgasms building with each of Hayao’s forceful thrusts. The other boys watched, their own activities pausing as they observed the intensity of the moment. There was something different about this coupling, something raw and personal that set it apart from their own acts.

As Hayao’s climax approached, his thrusts became more urgent, his cock pulsing inside her. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum flooding her pussy, marking her as his own. Mai cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking as she clenched around him, milking every drop. The boys, watching in awe, erupted into applause, their claps echoing through the room. “Fuck, that’s real incest!” Ryo shouted, his voice thick with excitement. “Mother and son, so fucking hot!” Takashi added, his grin wide, his cock still in his hand.

Hayao stayed inside Mai for a moment, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping her hips. Mai turned her head, her eyes meeting his, filled with love and gratitude. The boys’ praise faded into the background, their connection a private oasis amidst the chaos. Slowly, Hayao pulled out, his cum leaking from her pussy, mingling with the other fluids on her skin.

The boys, their energy renewed by the display, resumed their activities. They moved her to the couch, where Jun and Kenta took turns fucking her pussy and ass, their thrusts less frenzied now, their stamina waning. Mai, her body exhausted but still responsive, moaned softly, her eyes never leaving Hayao’s.

As the evening wore on, the boys began to tire, their cocks softening, their bodies spent. One by one, they stepped back, their laughter and crude comments fading into satisfied murmurs. Mai, her body covered in sweat and cum, lay on the couch, her chest heaving, her blonde hair a tangled mess. 

The boys, their youthful vigor spent, moved with languid ease as they dressed, pulling on crumpled school uniforms and fastening belts. Their faces glowed with post-coital bliss, their voices low but punctuated by bursts of laughter and crude remarks. One by one, they approached the coffee table and reached into their pockets to leave their payment for Mai who had just given them an unforgettable experience.

Takashi, his dark hair slick with sweat, dropped a thick stack of yen notes with a smirk. “Fuck, that was worth every bit of money,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes flicking to Mai’s exhausted form on the couch. He adjusted his tie, his grin unapologetic.

Kenta, pushing his glasses up his nose, added a neat pile of bills, his movements precise. “Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he murmured, almost to himself, his gaze lingering on Mai’s sweat-slicked thighs before he turned away.

Ryo, ever the showman, tossed his money onto the table with a theatrical flourish, the bills fanning out. “For the queen of fucking milfs,” he declared, winking at Hayao who stood nearby, his expression a mask of conflicted emotions.

Jun, quieter than the others, placed his payment carefully, his fingers brushing the table as if reluctant to let go. “She’s unreal,” he said softly, his voice tinged with awe.

Hiroshi, Satoshi, and Daichi followed, each contributing their share, their comments a mix of crude appreciation and youthful bravado. “Those tits, man,” Hiroshi muttered, shaking his head. “I’d pay double for another round,” Satoshi added, chuckling.

But it was Kenji, the lanky virgin, who hesitated longest, his hands trembling as he pulled out a thick envelope stuffed with cash. His face was flushed, his eyes darting nervously to Mai, then to the floor. He stepped forward, his voice cracking as he spoke. 

“Mai-san,” he began, swallowing hard, “thank you. That was… magical. I’ll never forget my first time, and you made it so special.” He placed the envelope on the table with reverence, his tip far exceeding the others’, a testament to the profound impact of his experience.

Mai’s dark eyes, though heavy with exhaustion, softened at Kenji’s words. “You’re welcome, Kenji-kun,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but warm, a flicker of tenderness breaking through her haze.

Shigeru, the group’s ringleader, clapped Hayao on the shoulder, his grin wide and predatory. “Your mom’s a fucking legend, Hayao,” he said, his voice dripping with admiration. “A wonderful fuck. That pussy, that ass, that mouth—she’s built for it. You should be proud to have such a hot piece of ass for a mother.” 

He laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief, oblivious to the storm of emotions churning in Hayao’s chest.

Hayao forced a smile, his jaw tight. “Yeah, thanks,” he replied, his voice flat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Shigeru’s words stung, a mix of pride and jealousy warring within him. Mai was his, and yet he’d shared her, watched her be claimed by his friends. The conflict gnawed at him, but he pushed it down.

The boys finished dressing, gathering their bags and exchanging final jabs and laughs. They filed out of the apartment, their voices fading down the hallway, the door clicking shut behind them. The sudden silence was deafening, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and the weight of what had transpired.

Hayao turned to Mai, his heart aching at the sight of her. She lay motionless on the couch, her eyes half-closed, her breathing shallow. Her black lace lingerie, now torn and soaked, clung to her curves, and her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat and cum. Her large breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples still hard beneath the damp fabric. To Hayao, she was both broken and beautiful, a goddess who had given herself fully.

“Mom,” he said softly, kneeling beside her. “Mom, wake up.”

Mai stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze was unfocused, lost in the fog of pleasure and pain. Hayao reached out, gently slapping her cheek, the contact light but firm enough to rouse her. “Come on, Mom. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Mai groaned, her body protesting as she sat up. Every muscle ached, her pussy and ass tender from the relentless penetrations, her throat raw from swallowing so much cum. Hayao slipped an arm around her, supporting her weight as they shuffled to the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, her legs trembling, but she leaned into him, trusting him completely.

In the bathroom, Hayao turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a soothing warmth. Steam filled the small space, curling around them like a protective veil. He helped Mai out of her ruined lingerie, tossing it aside, and guided her under the spray. The water cascaded over her, washing away the physical evidence of the day—cum, sweat, and smudged makeup—though the emotional weight lingered.

“Take your time,” Hayao said, his voice tender. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Mai nodded, her eyes meeting his briefly, a silent thank you in their depths. She stood under the water, letting it soothe her aching body, her mind slowly clearing. The hot spray stung her tender skin, but it also grounded her, pulling her back from the haze. She washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing away the remnants of the boys’ touch, though Hayao’s presence lingered in her heart.

Hayao waited outside, leaning against the wall, his thoughts a whirlwind. The day’s events replayed in his mind—the boys’ crude comments, Mai’s moans, the sight of her body stretched and filled. Jealousy gnawed at him, but so did arousal, the memory of her submission fueling his desire. Above all, he felt love, a fierce need to protect and reclaim her.

Twenty minutes later, Mai emerged, wrapped in a soft white towel, her skin pink from the heat. Her dyed blonde hair, wet and slicked back, framed her face, and her dark eyes were clearer, though exhaustion still shadowed them. She looked fragile, her movements slow, but there was a spark of determination in her gaze.

“How are you feeling?” Hayao asked, stepping closer, his concern evident.

Mai smiled faintly, her lips trembling. “Better. Just need a moment.”

She walked to the kitchen, her steps steadier now, and opened the fridge, pulling out a can of energy drink. The cold metal felt refreshing against her palm. She popped the tab and took a long sip, the sweet, fizzy liquid coursing through her, sparking a surge of vitality. She drank deeply, then set the can down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Turning to Hayao, her smile brightened, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I’m ready,” she said, her voice stronger, laced with anticipation.

Hayao’s cock stirred at her words, his desire reigniting. “You sure?” he asked, searching her face for any hesitation.

Mai nodded, stepping closer, the towel slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her breast. “Remember your promise, baby,” she purred, her hand resting on his chest. “You have to fuck me in all three holes. I need you to make me yours again.”

Hayao’s breath hitched, his arousal surging. “I remember, Mom,” he said, his voice low, his hands itching to touch her.

Mai took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. She leaned against his arm, her body still weak, but her resolve unwavering. The bedroom was a sanctuary, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. The bed, with its rumpled sheets, beckoned, a promise of intimacy after the chaos.

As they entered, Mai turned to him, her eyes sparkling with desire. “So, how are you going to fuck me, Hayao?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper, her fingers trailing down his arm.

Hayao’s throat tightened, his cock hardening fully. “First, your pussy,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Then your ass, and finally your mouth.”

Mai’s smile widened, a mix of love and lust. “Good boy,” she murmured, her tone both maternal and provocative.

He led her to the bed, gently pushing her down onto the sheets. Mai lay back, spreading her legs invitingly, her pussy glistening with fresh arousal. Hayao positioned himself between her thighs, his cock hard and throbbing, the head slick with precum. He guided himself to her entrance, pausing to savor the sight of her—open, vulnerable, his.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside her, her pussy enveloping him, tight and wet. Mai gasped, her back arching, her hands gripping the sheets. “Fuck, Hayao,” she moaned, her voice raw. “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. Flood my pussy so I can be yours again.”

Hayao obliged, his thrusts becoming forceful, each stroke driving deeper into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with Mai’s moans and the wet slap of their bodies. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing with each thrust, her orgasm building. Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, his cock plunging into her depths.

“Yours, Mom,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “All mine.”

Mai’s moans grew louder, her body trembling. “Yes, baby,” she cried, her nails digging into his arms. “Cum in me. Fill me up.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Hayao came, his cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick, marking her as his. Mai cried out, her own climax crashing over her, her pussy milking his cock, her body shaking with pleasure. They stayed locked together, their breathing ragged, the intensity binding them.

As their pulses slowed, Mai looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and hunger. “Now, I’ll make you hard again,” she said, her voice husky, a challenge in her tone.

She slid down the bed, her movements smooth despite her exhaustion, and took his softening cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, tasting their combined fluids. She sucked him eagerly, her hands caressing his balls, her throat working as she took him deeper. Hayao groaned, his cock beginning to harden under her relentless ministrations.

“Fuck, Mom,” he gasped, his hands tangling in her wet hair. “You’re so good.”

Once he was fully erect, his cock throbbing with need, he pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “Now, your ass,” he said, his voice rough.

Mai nodded, a mix of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. She rolled onto her stomach, her body pliant, and looked back at him. “Son,” she said, her voice firm despite her vulnerability. “Even if I tell you to stop, don’t. Wreck my ass, baby. Sodomize me. Make it hurt so I know I’m yours.”

Hayao’s cock twitched at her words, a dark thrill coursing through him. He positioned himself behind her, pressing her down into the sheets, her body flat against the mattress, her legs slightly parted. He lay over her, his chest against her back, his cock pressing against her anus, swollen and raw from the earlier assaults. As he prepared to enter her, a vivid memory flashed through his mind—Shigeru and Kenji, their cocks buried in Mai’s ass, stretching her, her screams echoing as they claimed her. The image ignited a possessive rage, a burning need to erase their touch.

With a brutal thrust, he forced himself inside, ignoring Mai’s piercing scream. 

Her body convulsed, her hands clawing at the sheets, her voice breaking as she cried, “Hayao, it’s too much! It hurts!” Tears streamed down her face, her anus burning with an unbearable sting, the raw tissue protesting the intrusion.

But Hayao didn’t stop, her earlier command echoing in his ears: “Don’t stop, even if I beg.” He thrust deeper, his cock plunging into her bowels, the tightness gripping him like a vice. 

Mai’s screams grew raw, her body writhing beneath him as he pounded into her with relentless force, each stroke fueled by the memory of Shigeru’s grin and Kenji’s awe.

“You let them stretch your ass, Mom,” he growled, his voice thick with jealousy, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving red marks. “But it’s mine. You’re mine.”

Mai’s response was a choked sob, her body trembling as pain overwhelmed her. “Yes, only yours,” she gasped, pushing back against him despite the agony, her submission complete.

Hayao’s thrusts became savage, his hips slamming against her ass, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Mai’s screams turned to whimpers, the pain searing but laced with a twisted pleasure. “Harder, Hayao,” she managed to cry, her voice breaking, tears soaking the sheets. “Make it hurt. I need it harder.”

Spurred by her words and the lingering image of the others, Hayao gripped her tighter, his thrusts merciless. With a guttural roar, he came, his cum flooding her bowels, hot and thick, spilling deep inside her ravaged passage. Mai’s body convulsed, a pained orgasm tearing through her, her screams fading to sobs as she collapsed beneath him.

Hayao slowly pulled out, his cock slick with their fluids, a testament to the brutality of the act. Mai turned immediately, her movements desperate despite her pain, and took his cock into her mouth. Determined to get him hard again, she pushed herself, taking him. She gagged, her throat spasming, but she held him there, choking herself on his softening length, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin, her dedication unwavering.

Sensing his difficulty, Mai pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, her face flushed from choking. She began to speak, her voice low and seductive. “Remember how they fucked me, Hayao?” she purred, her eyes locked on his. “How Shigeru and Kenji filled my ass, how they stretched me with two cocks? If you don’t reclaim me, baby, I might want their cocks again.”

Her words sparked a fire in Hayao, jealousy flaring, his cock hardening fully at the thought of losing her. “No fucking way,” he growled, his voice fierce. “You’re mine, Mom. Only mine.”

Mai smiled, triumphant, and took him deep into her throat again, choking herself once more, her gags loud and wet as she forced his cock down. Hayao’s arousal peaked, and with a few more strokes, he came, his cum shooting down her throat in hot, thick spurts. Mai swallowed eagerly, every drop savored despite her earlier choking. She pulled back, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You have the best tasting dick, Hayao,” she purred, her voice thick with adoration.

Exhausted but fulfilled, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Mai reached over, locking the bedroom door, ensuring their sanctuary. She crawled back to Hayao, pressing herself against him, her head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, their bodies entwined.

They lay there, the world outside forgotten, their breathing slowing as they found solace in each other’s embrace. The day’s chaos faded, replaced by a quiet intimacy, a bond forged in love, desire, and possession.

Mai looked deep into Hayao’s eyes, her fingers resting lightly on his chest. "Hayao," she said softly, her voice trembling with devotion, "I wouldn’t mind whoring for you, as long as you love me."

Hayao gazed back, his expression softening. "Ok, Mom," he replied tenderly, "you can be my whore." His words carried a strange warmth, a promise wrapped in their unconventional love.

Mai’s lips curved into a faint smile. "If I’m going to work for anyone," she said, her tone light but sincere, "it might as well be family."

Hayao nodded, then his brow furrowed slightly. "Yumi’s probably like you," he remarked, his voice casual yet probing.

Mai sighed, her eyes clouding with a mix of worry and resignation. "She probably is," she admitted, "with her staying away most nights."

Hayao’s tone sharpened, a hint of something darker beneath it. "If she’s going to act like a whore, then she might as well be one," he suggested.

Mai’s eyes flashed with anger, her body tensing, but then they softened with consideration. "You want to fuck your sister," she said, her voice steady, a quiet accusation laced with understanding.

Hayao didn’t flinch. "I do," he confessed, his gaze unwavering.

Mai reached for his hand, entwining her fingers with his. "I’ll help you fuck my only daughter," she whispered, her voice firm yet vulnerable, "as long as you love me."

Hayao tightened his grip, pulling her closer. 

“I love you, baby,” Mai whispered, her voice soft, her eyes closing.

“I love you too, Mom,” Hayao murmured, kissing her forehead, his heart full.

They drifted off, wrapped in each other, their promises sealing them together.

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