Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[d] Mother Finds Out [anal(forced)], MFF] (I)

The first rays of morning light filtered through the pastel curtains of Yumi’s bedroom, casting a soft, golden glow over the tangled sheets where Hayao and Yumi lay entwined. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex. Yumi slept soundly, her breathing deep and even, her large breasts rising and falling, nipples still hard from the night’s passion. 

Her long dark brown hair splayed across the pillow, damp with sweat, her face flushed, a faint smile playing on her lips as she mumbled in her sleep, “Good cock,” her voice slurred, dreams still steeped in the ecstasy of Hayao’s brutal claiming.

The door creaked open, and Mai stepped into the room, her bare feet silent on the tatami floor. Her eyes widened at the sight of her son and daughter, their bodies pressed together, the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing a stark testament to their forbidden intimacy. A complex mix of emotions flickered across her face—surprise, arousal, a hint of jealousy—as she took in the scene. Her silk robe clung to her curves, the fabric outlining her toned physique, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, dark eyes smoldering with intensity. She approached the bed, her movements graceful yet deliberate, and knelt beside Hayao, her hand reaching out to touch his face.

Her fingers traced his jaw, brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead, the touch gentle but charged with intent. Hayao stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Mai’s, her face close, her breath warm against his skin. Before he could speak, she leaned in, her lips capturing his in a slow, lingering kiss, deep and passionate, rousing him fully from sleep. The kiss was a reminder of their own taboo bond, her tongue teasing his, tasting the faint saltiness of his exertion. Hayao’s heart raced, his body responding despite the exhaustion of the night, his cock twitching beneath the sheets.

As they parted, Hayao opened his mouth to explain, words tumbling in his mind—about Yumi’s seduction, his financial desperation—but Mai silenced him, pressing a finger to his lips, her touch firm yet tender. Her eyes flicked to Yumi, still asleep, mumbling incoherently, her words suggestive, a soft “good cock” slipping out again, making Mai’s lips curve into a knowing, almost amused smile. She turned back to Hayao, her voice soft but laced with a commanding edge. 

“Did Yumi seduce you?” she asked, her tone carrying a hint of accusation, her eyes searching his for truth.

Hayao hesitated, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, but he lied, his voice low. “Yes, she did.” The words were a shield, shifting blame to protect himself, though the lie felt heavy, a betrayal of the complex truth.

Mai rolled her eyes, a gesture blending exasperation with a spark of dark humor. “I can’t believe I raised such a whore,” she said, her voice a mix of disappointment and something deeper—arousal, perhaps, or acceptance of the twisted dynamic unfolding before her. 

She looked at Yumi, her daughter’s large breasts heaving with each breath, her body a mirror of her own in its fullness, and then back at Hayao, her expression turning stern. 

“Will you punish her for me?” she asked, her voice sharp, carrying the weight of a command.

Hayao’s brow furrowed, confusion and curiosity mingling in his gaze. “Why?” he asked, his voice low, not wanting to wake Yumi, though his body stirred at Mai’s intensity.

Mai’s hand slid down his body, slipping under the sheets to find his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it, rubbing with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing it back to life. The sensation was electric, her touch skilled and arousing, sending a jolt through him. 

“I want you to punish her with this,” she said, her voice husky with desire, her eyes burning with a mix of lust and control. “I want to see my son fuck my daughter in the ass.”

“Mom, isn’t that a bit too much?” he asked weakly.

But, he request sent a shock through Hayao, his cock hardening under Mai’s touch, the taboo nature of her demand igniting a primal fire. He suddenly imagined Yumi’s tight ass yielding to him, or a threesome with Mai, Yumi’s tongue buried in Mai’s pussy as he fucked her from behind. The fantasies swirled, each more depraved than the last, fueling his arousal. He nodded, his decision made, and turned to Yumi, who stirred slightly, her sleep disturbed by the movement.

He turned to Yumi, who stirred slightly, her sleep disturbed by the movement. With a fierce motion, he grabbed her shoulders, flipping her onto her stomach, her body limp and pliant from sleep. She woke with a start, her eyes snapping open, wide with confusion and shock as she saw Mai sitting in a chair nearby, her robe open, fingers working between her legs, eyes locked on them with a mix of arousal and command. 

“Mom?” Yumi gasped, her voice strained, tears welling as the reality of her mother’s presence hit her, adding a layer of arousal to her fear, her pussy clenching involuntarily, a confusing mix of emotions flooding her.

Hayao positioned her, pulling her hips up slightly, her ass presented to him, her body flat against the mattress, legs spread just enough to expose her tight, virgin anus, the pink pucker unyielding in the morning light. Yumi’s breath hitched, realization dawning, and she cried out, 

“Wait, Hayao, what are you doing?” Her voice was a mix of panic and desperation. 

Her body jerked as she tried to pull away, her hands clawing at the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric, her legs kicking weakly against the mattress.

Hayao held her hips firmly, his grip bruising, his focus absolute. He spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his cock, the slickness minimal but necessary to ease the way, then pressed the head against her anus, the resistance immediate and intense. 

“I’ve never had someone there!” Yumi screamed, her voice raw with fear, her body trembling as she tried to twist away, her dark brown hair falling over her face, obscuring her expression. Her hands pushed against the bed, trying to lift herself, but Hayao’s weight pinned her down, his hands forcing her hips back into position.

He pushed forward, the head of his cock slowly breaching her sphincter, the tightness gripping him like a vice, hot and unyielding. Yumi’s scream was piercing, the pain sharp and searing, her body convulsing as he forced his way deeper, inch by agonizing inch, the heat and pressure overwhelming. Her anus resisted, muscles clenching, trying to expel him, but his relentless thrust overcame her, the friction intense, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. 

“I know,” Hayao said, his voice cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the searing heat radiating from Yumi’s trembling body beneath him. “You told me last night.” 

His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation, as his hips moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust a measured act of control. He savored the tightness of her anus, the way it yielded reluctantly under his force, the muscles clenching around his cock in a futile attempt to resist. Each movement was a claim, a branding of her body as his own, the friction igniting a primal thrill that coursed through his veins. His hands gripped her hips, fingers pressing into her soft flesh, anchoring her to the mattress as he drove deeper, the wooden floor beneath the bed creaking faintly with the rhythm of his dominance.

Yumi’s initial sobs had morphed into a symphony of moans, the sharp sting of pain gradually intertwining with a strange, deep pleasure she couldn’t fully comprehend. Her body, once rigid with resistance, began to adjust to the relentless intrusion, her anus pulsing around him with each thrust, sending shockwaves of sensation rippling through her core. Her large breasts, pressed flat against the mattress, shifted with every movement, the coarse sheets grazing her sensitive nipples, sparking electric jolts that heightened her arousal despite the lingering ache. Her hands clawed at the bedding, knuckles whitening as she gripped the fabric, her body rocking involuntarily with his thrusts. Strands of her dark brown hair, damp with sweat, swayed across her back, some clinging to her skin, tracing patterns of exertion in the dim morning light.

Across the room, Mai settled into a chair, her silk robe slipping open to reveal the toned contours of her body, glistening faintly with a sheen of perspiration. Her hand darted between her thighs, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease, and she began to masturbate with a fervor that matched the intensity of the scene before her. Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling as her eyes locked onto the tableau—her son, Hayao, sodomizing her daughter, Yumi’s cries echoing off the walls. Her fingers moved in tight, rapid circles over her slick pussy, the wetness audible in the quiet room, while her other hand tugged at her nipple, pinching it hard enough to draw a sharp, involuntary gasp. 

“That’s it, Hayao,” she urged, her voice thick with arousal, dripping with a dark encouragement that fueled his aggression. Her body arched slightly in the chair, thighs trembling as she watched, her pleasure mounting with every thrust he delivered. “Punish her. She’s a little whore who needs to learn her place.”

Yumi’s voice fractured under the weight of Mai’s command, the words slicing through the haze of pain and pleasure like a blade. 

“Tell me, Yumi, how many boys have you slept with? Give me their names,” Mai demanded, her tone unrelenting, a cruel edge sharpening her lust. Her fingers never faltered, her pussy dripping onto the chair as she leaned forward, her gaze burning with a volatile mix of sadistic curiosity and raw desire.

Struggling to comply, Yumi’s voice emerged strained and broken, each name punctuated by Hayao’s punishing thrusts. “T-Takuto…” she gasped, her body jolting as he drove deeper, the pain flaring anew. “K-Keisuke…” Another thrust, another name torn from her lips, her anus stretching painfully around his cock. “S-Shimon…” The confessions spilled forth like a flood, her voice cracking with every penetration, “Ryo… Daisuke… Hiroshi… Taro…” She faltered, her mind scrambling, overwhelmed by the onslaught. “I don’t know all their names!” Her body rocked helplessly, the mattress creaking beneath her, the pain and pleasure blurring into an intoxicating haze that clouded her senses. Each name she uttered stabbed at Hayao’s pride, his jealousy igniting like a wildfire as he pictured her with others—countless boys who’d claimed her body, her promiscuity a bitter betrayal of the exclusivity he yearned to enforce.

The litany of names fueled Hayao’s rage, a surge of anger and possessiveness tightening his grip on her hips. 

“I can’t believe you’re such a whore, Yumi,” he snarled, his voice harsh and cutting, his thrusts growing more forceful, each one a declaration of dominance. 

His cock plunged deeper, the tightness of her ass driving him to a fevered edge, the heat and resistance amplifying his need to conquer her fully. “So many fucking guys, and you thought you could just spread your legs for me?” 

His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving crimson marks against her pale skin, the bed groaning under the ferocity of his movements. The headboard slammed against the wall in a relentless rhythm, a percussive echo to Yumi’s choked sobs and the wet slap of his balls against her skin.

Wounded by his accusation, Yumi twisted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes finding his through the tangled veil of her dark brown hair. “I was saving my ass for you, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice quivering with a raw blend of pain and sincerity, her body shuddering beneath his unyielding assault. “I wanted you to be the first. I’ve always wanted you.” 

The confession hung between them, fragile and desperate, a plea for understanding amid the chaos of their tangled desires.

Mai, her fingers still working her clit with furious intensity, let out a scathing laugh that dripped with venom. “You’re such a whore, Yumi, fantasizing about your brother, seducing him with your filthy body,” she sneered, her words laced with cruelty, yet her eyes blazed with an undeniable arousal. 

Her pussy glistened, her juices pooling beneath her as she watched, her fingers quickening, her orgasm building with every vicious syllable. “You deserve this punishment, you dirty slut.” Her breath grew ragged, her body trembling on the edge, the taboo spectacle before her stoking the flames of her pleasure.

Hayao, consumed by lust, possessiveness, and an insatiable need to dominate, seized her words as a rallying cry. “Then I have to claim your ass fully,” he declared, his voice a low growl, his thrusts becoming erratic as he buried himself to the hilt. 

The tightness was overwhelming, the heat and friction pushing him toward the brink, his mind flooded with vivid fantasies. He imagined Yumi’s large breasts pressed together, his cock sliding between their soft curves, her tight ass yielding to him repeatedly in a cycle of submission. He pictured them all together, their bodies a writhing mass of forbidden ecstasy. The visions swirled, each thrust propelling him closer, the sound of his balls slapping against her flesh mingling with her cries and Mai’s escalating moans.

With a guttural groan that tore from his throat, Hayao came, his cum surging into her ass in thick, hot waves, filling her depths until it spilled out around his shaft, a sticky testament to his conquest. He held himself deep, savoring the clench of her muscles as she writhed beneath him. Yumi’s cry shattered the air, the sensation of his release pushing her over an unexpected edge, her body convulsing as a pained orgasm ripped through her. Her anus tightened around him, milking every drop, her cries a raw blend of agony and ecstasy that reverberated through the room. Her hands tore at the sheets, nails raking the fabric as her body collapsed fully against the mattress, her large breasts flattening beneath her, nipples still taut with lingering arousal.

Mai’s climax struck in tandem, her body arching sharply in the chair, fingers working with desperate speed as her cries intertwined with Yumi’s. Her pussy pulsed, juices soaking her thighs and dripping onto the wooden floor below, her eyes never wavering from the scene—her son’s claiming of her daughter a potent aphrodisiac that heightened her release. Hayao withdrew slowly, his cum leaking from Yumi’s stretched anus in a glistening trail that pooled on the sheets, a visceral marker of their union. He collapsed beside her, their bodies slick with sweat, his chest heaving as he fought to steady his breath, the air thick with the mingled scents of sex and exertion.

Yumi, trembling uncontrollably, curled into him, her breath ragged and uneven, her dark brown hair falling across her face like a curtain, shielding her from the world. Her large breasts pressed against his chest, their warmth and softness a stark contrast to the brutality they’d just endured, her skin sticky with sweat and tears. Her eyes, when they met his, shimmered with a complex brew of fear, desire, and a reluctant acceptance, her body still quivering from the intensity of their encounter. Mai rose from the chair, her legs unsteady, her robe hanging open to reveal her toned form, glistening with the aftermath of her pleasure. She crossed the room and joined them on the bed, her hand reaching out to brush Yumi’s hair with a touch that was both maternal and possessive, a gentle caress laced with ownership.

“You’re his now, Yumi,” Mai said, her voice soft yet commanding, a final seal on the dark bond they’d forged. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Yumi’s forehead, a gesture that mingled tenderness with control, her fingers trailing lower to cup Yumi’s breast, her thumb brushing the nipple in a slow, deliberate circle that sent a fresh shiver through her daughter’s body

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