Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[c] Making Yumi a Whore [oral, anal, vaginal, MMF, MMMF, MFF, MF]

Hayao and Mai’s relationship had transcended the conventional boundaries of mother and son, blossoming into a daily ritual of raw, unfiltered passion that defined their lives. Each afternoon, as the sun dipped below the Tokyo skyline, casting golden rays through the cracked blinds of their modest apartment, Hayao, a high school student, returned from school, his pulse racing with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of Mai’s jasmine perfume, blending with the earthy aroma of tatami mats. Mai awaited him, her lithe figure draped across the worn leather couch, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like molten sunlight, dark eyes shimmering with a potent mix of maternal devotion and unrestrained lust.

Their encounters ignited the moment Hayao crossed the threshold. His school bag hit the floor with a thud, sneakers kicked aside, and he strode toward her, his lean frame taut with energy. Mai rose, her silk robe slipping to reveal the curve of her hip, and their lips collided in a kiss of hunger and heat. Tongues tangled, hands roamed—hers tracing the muscles beneath his uniform, his exploring her curves: the swell of her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the softness of her thighs. Clothes fell away in a deliberate striptease, each piece a prelude to ecstasy.

Naked, they stumbled to the bedroom, the futon mussed from prior nights. Hayao guided Mai down, his gaze devouring her—breasts heavy, nipples hardening; pussy tight and glistening; ass tender, a canvas for his desires. He began at her neck, kissing and nipping, trailing lips to her collarbone, sucking a nipple until she gasped. Mai’s fingers knotted in his dark hair, urging him as he worshipped her, his tongue finding her core. Parting her legs, he inhaled her musky scent, lapping at her folds, teasing her clit until her moans filled the room like a symphony of surrender.

Their lovemaking was a marathon, stretching into the evening. Hayao thrust into her with practiced rhythm—slow and deep, then fast and frantic—his cock filling her pussy or ass as she writhed. They switched positions fluidly: Mai astride him, breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips; Hayao behind her, hands gripping her waist, pounding until the slap of skin echoed. Hours passed, the room thick with sweat and sex, until they collapsed, breathless, bodies slick with cum, entwined in a lover’s embrace. Beyond these private moments, Hayao had monetized Mai’s allure, regularly sharing her with friends and clients, a venture that thrilled and tormented him.

For Mai, this was more than physical release. She’d left her hostess club job, where she’d dazzled salarymen with coy smiles, to devote herself to Hayao. In his dominance, she found twisted fulfillment, becoming his lover, possession, and whore, the word stinging yet carrying perverse pride. Hayao saw her as his everything—a woman wholly his. His mother turned into his whore.

Hayao’s venture into profiting from Mai’s allure was well-established. What began as a bold proposition to his school friends—Shigeru, Takashi, Kenta, and Kenji—had become a lucrative routine. These sessions, were held in the apartment’s living room or rented hotel rooms, with each boy paying thousands of yen to fuck Mai, often gangbanging her as they had many times before. On one humid afternoon, another session unfolded, the living room cleared, furniture pushed aside as usual. Mai entered, her sheer negligee clinging to her curves, dim light accentuating her form. She greeted them with a familiar, wicked smile, a testament to countless prior encounters.

Shigeru, took the lead with a confident grin, pulling Mai to her knees. His cock sprang free, and her lips stretched around his girth, sucking with practiced ease. Takashi and Kenta, no longer hesitant, joined in—Takashi kneading her breasts, Kenta’s fingers teasing her wet pussy. Mai’s moans vibrated against Shigeru’s shaft, her body yielding as it had in past gangbangs. Hayao watched, cock straining, the familiar mix of arousal and jealousy swirling. Sometimes, he joined, thrusting into her pussy as Shigeru fucked her face, their rhythms syncing. Other times, he stroked himself, watching Mai shudder, blonde hair a tangled halo, breasts bouncing.

They fucked her every way—pussy, ass, mouth—often two or three at once, cocks filling her until she screamed, orgasms crashing in waves, her body accustomed to the intensity. Shigeru and Takashi double-teamed her, one in her pussy, the other in her ass, while Kenta and Kenji waited, stroking themselves or fucking her mouth. When they finished, their cum painting her skin, Hayao reclaimed her, fucking her possessively, his seed mixing with theirs. The money funded their lives, the food on the table, and savings for a future.

Expanding his enterprise, Hayao offered Mai’s services online, posting discreet ads on underground forums for “exclusive companionship.” He vetted clients ruthlessly, demanding photos, references, and upfront payment. Meetings occurred in budget hotels, neon signs flickering, thin walls barely muffling Mai’s cries. These strangers—older, rougher—had more specific desires. 

One businessman paid double to bind Mai’s wrists, blindfolding her, teasing her with ice until she begged. Hayao stayed close, sometimes joining, his cock sliding into her as the client watched, other times observing, pride and possessiveness warring as Mai’s pussy and ass clenched around unfamiliar cocks, her screams echoing.

The cash flowed, but the toll grew. Mai curled into Hayao’s arms after, body bruised, eyes distant. She never complained—her love anchored her—but he caught her staring out the window, lost in thoughts of a simpler life. Yet, she’d smile when he kissed her, whispering, “For you, my son.”

That March came Hayao’s high school graduation day. The gymnasium buzzed, red-and-white banners draping its walls. Students in navy uniforms sang the national anthem and the school song. Hayao accepted his diploma, pride swelling, mind on the night ahead.

Home welcomed him with a feast Mai ordered—sushi of ruby tuna, pink salmon, translucent shrimp; golden tempura; grilled mackerel; chawanmushi quivering with mushroom and shrimp. Yumi, his older sister, was there, home from college, dark hair framing her innocent face. She hugged him, chattering about her university and her café job, oblivious to the undercurrents. They sat smiling, laughter punctuating the air. Hayao and Mai’s glances crackled, their secret charging the tension.

After dinner, Yumi cleared plates, then retreated to her room. Hayao and Mai waited, ears tuned to her door’s click. On the couch, Mai’s voice broke the silence, raw. 

“Do you really want to make Yumi your whore, like me?”

Hayao’s eyes locked on hers. “More than anything, Mom. I want her to be mine, like you.”

Mai sighed, annoyance flickering, then softening. “I never thought I’d feel jealous about my son fucking my daughter. It’s strange, Hayao. But I’ll help you. Promise you’ll treat her right, never abandon her—or me.”

His hand squeezed her breast, tender yet commanding. “I promise, Mom. I’ll take care of you both. You’re both mine.”

She swatted his shoulder, playful. “You’re insatiable,” she teased, melting into his kiss. Their mouths fused, tongues tangling, sake’s burn lingering, sealing their pact.

They crept to Yumi’s room, floorboards creaking. Her door stood ajar, lamplight spilling over her book, pajama top unbuttoned, hinting at cleavage. Hayao pushed in, Mai at his heels. 

Yumi’s head snapped up. “Hayao? Mom? What’s going on?”

Mai moved first, climbing onto the bed, lying back with legs slightly apart. “Come here, Yumi. I need to talk to you about something, girl,” she murmured, beckoning. 

Yumi hesitated, then crawled up, lying back on Mai, her back against Mai’s front, head nestling between Mai’s ample breasts, cushioned by their softness. Mai’s arms wrapped around her, hands caressing her stomach, holding her close. Hayao knelt between Yumi’s spread legs, eyes dark, taking in his entwined mother and sister.

“What the fuck…” Yumi gasped, her eyes widening.

He unbuttoned Yumi’s top, baring pert breasts, nipples stiffening. 

“This is wrong…”she said, starting to struggle but her mother held her down firmly.

“I’m making you mine, Yumi,” he said, stripping her bare, her glistening pussy a beacon of surrender. “You’re going to be my whore, like Mom.”

Yumi’s breath hitched, eyes darting to Mai, whose gaze mixed care and craving. Her mind spun, desire clashing with propriety, her pussy slick. “I can’t believe my baby brother’s going to fuck me,” she sighed, sultry and stunned.

Mai’s hands spread Yumi’s legs wider, fingers grazing her thighs. 

“It’s okay, Yumi,” she whispered. “Let him have you. He’ll make you feel incredible.” Yumi nodded faintly, consent woven from love.

“He’s been fucking you, mom?” Yumia asked tremendously, gazing up at Mai.

Her mother just nodded, stroking Yumi’s hair.

Hayao aligned his throbbing cock, slick with precum, and thrust deep, her tight pussy swallowing him. Yumi gasped, head pressing into Mai’s breasts, sensation overwhelming. Mai’s hands roamed, one rubbing Yumi’s clit, the other pinching a nipple, drawing moans. Mai’s arousal soaked her panties, hips grinding against Yumi’s back, breath hot as she urged, “Take his cock, baby. Let him make you his.”

Hayao’s hips slammed, balls slapping, rocking Yumi against their mother. Her cries filled the room, pussy pulsing, body trembling under Hayao’s cock and Mai’s fingers. The bed creaked, air thick with sex, sweat glistening. The boy’s pace quickened, climax nearing. He leaned over Yumi, chest brushing her breasts, and kissed Mai fiercely, tongues dancing. With a groan, he came, cum flooding Yumi’s pussy, thick and hot. His sister’s orgasm crashed, pussy clenching, milking him as she screamed.

Yumi lay trembling on the bed, her body still quaking from the shattering orgasm that had ripped through her, Hayao’s thick cum leaking from her pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her head rested between Mai’s ample breasts, the soft warmth cushioning her as she gasped for breath, eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure and shock. Hayao, his chest heaving, stood above them, his cock semi-erect, glistening with Yumi’s juices and his own release. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, the room a cocoon of their forbidden act.

Mai, her dark eyes gleaming with hunger, slid off the bed with a predatory grace, kneeling before Hayao. Her blonde hair, damp and tangled, framed her face as she licked her lips, a wicked smile curling them. 

“Let me clean you up, baby,” she purred, her voice a sultry rasp, thick with lust. She leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the mingled fluids of Yumi’s arousal and Hayao’s cum. The taste was sharp, salty, and intoxicating, a blend of their shared sin. She sucked gently at first, her lips sliding down the shaft, taking him deeper, her throat constricting as she deepthroated him with practiced ease. Hayao groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her as she worked, her moans vibrating against his sensitive skin.

Yumi, still reeling, felt the aftershocks of her climax pulse through her, her pussy clenching involuntarily, cum dripping down her thighs. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered open, catching the sight of Mai on her knees, sucking Hayao’s cock with fervent devotion. A surge of emotions—jealousy, arousal, confusion—washed over her, but her body was too spent to act, her limbs heavy with the weight of her surrender. She watched, mesmerized, as Mai’s lips stretched around Hayao’s thickening cock, the wet slurping sounds filling the room, mingling with his low groans.

Mai sensed Yumi’s gaze and pulled back, Hayao’s cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. She turned to Yumi, her eyes glinting with mischief and command. 

“Come here, Yumi,” Mai said, her voice a blend of maternal warmth and dominance. “Help me get your brother hard again. Show him what you can do.”

Yumi hesitated, her breath catching, but the intensity in Mai’s gaze left no room for refusal. She moved to them, her legs shaky, and knelt beside her mother, her dark hair falling over her shoulders, contrasting with Mai’s blonde locks. Hayao looked down at them, his cock twitching at the sight of his mother and sister kneeling before him, their faces inches from his groin. 

Together, the mother-daughter pair began to pleasure Hayao, their mouths working in tandem. Mai took the lead, sucking the head of his cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, while Yumi licked the shaft, her lips brushing against Mai’s as they met at the base. Yumi’s technique was almost as polished, her movements just a little less unrefined, yet her enthusiasm sent shivers through Hayao. She took him into her mouth, bobbing her head, her tongue flicking along the underside, while Mai fondled his balls, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin, rolling them gently. Their tongues occasionally collided, a fleeting, electric contact that made Hayao’s cock throb, hardening fully under their ministrations.

“Fuck, Yumi,” Hayao groaned, his hands resting on their heads, fingers threading through their hair. “You’re almost as good as Mom, and she’s a fucking professional whore.”

Yumi pulled back, a playful smile tugging at her lips, her cheeks flushed. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” she said, her tone light but tinged with pride, her eyes sparkling with defiance.

Mai’s expression darkened, a flash of annoyance crossing her face. “A lot of practice?” she repeated, her voice sharp, cutting through the haze of lust. “What does that mean, young lady?” Her mind raced, a pang of maternal failure stabbing at her. Where had she gone wrong, raising a daughter who spoke so casually of her sexual exploits?

Yumi shrugged, her lips still glistening with saliva, her focus returning to Hayao’s cock. “Just that I’ve had my share of guys,” she said, her voice casual, almost flippant, as she licked the head of his cock.

Mai’s eyes narrowed, a wicked glint replacing her annoyance. She reached behind Yumi, her fingers trailing down her spine to the curve of her ass, finding the tight pucker of her anus. She circled it with a fingertip, applying gentle pressure, her touch both teasing and menacing. “Have you ever taken it in the ass, Yumi?” she asked, her voice deceptively sweet, a dark edge lurking beneath.

Yumi, with Hayao’s cock deep in her mouth, mumbled a muffled “No,” her eyes widening with a mix of fear and curiosity, her body tensing under Mai’s touch.

Mai’s fingers pressed harder, probing the tight ring, a cruel smile curling her lips. “Well, maybe it’s time you did,” she said, her tone sinister. “Your little brother should at least take your last virginity before some stranger does.”

Hayao’s eyes lit up, his cock twitching at the suggestion. He pulled out of Yumi’s mouth, a string of saliva trailing from her lips to his tip, and moved behind her with predatory speed.

“Fuck yeah, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with excitement. “I’m gonna make her mine completely.”

Yumi’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she looked back at Hayao, fear and anticipation warring in her eyes. “Wait, Hayao, I’m not sure—” she started, but Mai cut her off, her hands gripping Yumi’s hips, guiding her into position.

“On your hands and knees, Yumi,” Mai commanded, her voice firm. 

Yumi complied, her body shaking as she lowered herself, ass raised, head bowed, her dark hair spilling over the sheets. Hayao knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks, exposing her virgin asshole, tight and unyielding. Mai moved to kneel beside Yumi, her fingers still teasing her daughter’s anus, slicking it with saliva to ease the way.

“Relax, Yumi,” Hayao said, his voice low, but his actions were anything but gentle. 

He aligned his cock, still slick from their mouths, with her asshole and pushed forward, the head breaching her tight ring. Yumi cried out, a sharp, pained scream, her body jerking as she tried to pull away, her hands clawing at the sheets. 

“It hurts!” she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes, her legs kicking against the bed.

Hayao held her hips firmly, his grip unyielding, and thrust deeper, his cock forcing its way into her tight passage. The resistance was intense, her anus clenching around him, the pain searing through Yumi’s body. 

“Take it,” Mai said, her voice cold, her fingers now rubbing Yumi’s clit to distract from the pain, her other hand pinching a nipple, drawing sharp gasps. “Be a good whore for your little brother. Probably the only thing you are good for. Seems we wasted money on your college.”

Hayao’s thrusts grew brutal, each one slamming into Yumi’s ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. His sister’s screams turned to sobs, her body struggling to adjust, but a twisted pleasure began to mingle with the pain, her pussy dripping despite her protests. Mai, her own arousal soaking her panties, leaned closer, her breath hot against Yumi’s ear. 

“That’s it, Hayao,” she urged, her voice husky with desire. “Punish your whore of a sister. Make her yours.”

Hayao’s cock stretched Yumi’s ass, the friction intense, her cries a mix of agony and ecstasy. He leaned over her and captured Mai’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling fiercely, sharing the moment of dominance. The kiss was raw, possessive, a testament to their twisted bond, their mouths locked as the poor girl’s sobs filled the air.

With a guttural groan, Hayao came, his cum flooding Yumi’s ass, hot and thick, spilling deep into her ravaged passage. Yumi’s body convulsed, a pained orgasm tearing through her, her pussy clenching as she screamed, tears soaking the sheets. Hayao held himself inside her, savoring the tightness, before slowly pulling out, his cock slick with cum and anal fluids.

Yumi collapsed onto the bed, her ass throbbing, body trembling. Hayao, still panting, turned to Mai, his eyes commanding. “Lick it out, Mom,” he ordered, his voice firm. “Clean her ass with your tongue, but don’t swallow. Give it to Yumi.”

Mai’s eyes gleamed with obedience and desire. She moved behind Yumi, parting her daughter’s cheeks, and leaned in, her tongue delving into the girl’s stretched, tender asshole. The taste was sharp, a mix of Hayao’s cum and Yumi’s musk, and Mai lapped eagerly, collecting every drop. Yumi whimpered, the sensation both soothing and humiliating, her body too weak to resist.

Once Mai had gathered a mouthful, she crawled to Yumi’s face, who looked up with disgust and fear, her eyes red from crying. “Open your mouth, Yumi,” Mai said, her voice unyielding, grabbing Yumi’s chin. 

Her daughter shook her head, gagging at the thought, but Mai forced her mouth open, pressing her lips to Yumi’s in a deep, forceful kiss. She transferred the cum, hot and thick, into Yumi’s mouth, her tongue ensuring every drop was delivered. Yumi choked, the taste overwhelming, but Mai held her firm, making her swallow.

Yumi gagged, tears streaming, but she swallowed, the act sealing her submission. Hayao watched, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. 

“Good girl, Yumi,” he praised, his voice dripping with approval. “You’ll make a fucking great whore.”

Yumi, her spirit broken, mumbled, “I don’t want to be a whore,” her voice barely audible, her body slumped against the bed.

Mai’s eyes flashed, and she reached out, pinching Yumi’s nipple hard, causing her to yelp. “Bad girl,” Mai scolded, her tone sharp. “Do you want to be punished?”

Yumi shook her head weakly, her voice a whisper. “No.”

“Then you’re your little brother’s whore,” Mai stated, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Say it.”

Yumi, defeated, nodded, her will shattered. “I’m Hayao’s whore,” she whispered, her eyes downcast.

Hayao pulled Yumi into his arms, her body pliant against his, while Mai curled up beside them, her hand resting on Yumi’s hip. The room was silent save for their ragged breaths, the weight of their actions settling over them like a heavy fog. Yumi nestled closer to Hayao, her earlier resistance replaced by a quiet, broken acceptance. Mai’s touch was both maternal and possessive, her love for her children, binding them in a taboo love that defied all norms.

From that night, their lives became a tangled dance of lust, loyalty, and power. Hayao’s dominion over Mai and Yumi grew, their bodies and hearts his to command. They shared a bed, a secret pact thriving in the shadows, their days filled with pleasure and possession, an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of their forbidden desires.

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