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Ch5[b] Convincing Mio [anal, oral, MF] (II)

“Mio,” Hayao said, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the quiet. “Come here and clean me up.”

The tall woman turned slowly, her platinum hair clinging to her sweat-drenched back, her large breasts swaying as she crawled toward him on all fours. Each movement intensified the vibrator’s buzz, making her thighs quiver, her pussy still dripping with his cum. She knelt between his legs, her wide hips settling on her heels, the vibrator’s presence a constant reminder of her submission. Her hazel eyes, filled with adoration and a hint of exhaustion, locked onto his as she leaned forward, her lips parting to take his cock into her mouth.

Her tongue lapped at the mixture of cum and her own juices, the taste sharp and intimate. She sucked gently, cleaning every inch with meticulous care, her lips sliding along his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Hayao leaned back, a satisfied smirk curling his lips as he watched her work. The sight of this Amazonian woman—tall, powerful, her body a testament to strength—kneeling before him, her mouth worshipping his cock, filled him with a heady sense of conquest. The thought made his cock twitch, stirring back to life within her warm, wet mouth.

Mio’s hand instinctively reached back, her fingers brushing the base of the vibrator as if to ease the pressure in her ass. 

Hayao’s eyes narrowed. “Keep it in there,” he snapped, his tone sharp.

She froze, her hand dropping, her cheeks flushing a deeper bronze. “Yes, Hayao,” she murmured around his cock, her voice muffled but obedient. 

The vibrator’s hum intensified her arousal, her thighs pressing together, her pussy clenching as she continued her task. Her lips moved with practiced ease, sucking gently, then harder, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft, coaxing him back to full hardness. Her eyes never left his, her devotion shining through despite the discomfort of the vibrator stretching her ass.

Hayao’s hand tangled in her platinum hair, guiding her head as he spoke, his voice low and probing. “Mio, will you help me with my mother?”

Mio paused, her lips still wrapped around his cock, her eyes lifting to meet his, confusion mingling with her adoration. She pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his now-hard cock. 

“Anything for you, Hayao,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “What do you need?”

His cock stiffened fully under her gaze, the intensity of her submission fueling his desire. Mio noticed, her eyes flickering with excitement. Without prompting, she shifted, cupping her large breasts and pressing them around his cock, enveloping him in their soft, warm flesh. Her breasts, heavy and full, squeezed him tightly, the tanned skin contrasting with the pale couch. She began to move, sliding her breasts up and down, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock each time it peeked out from her cleavage. The sensation was electric, her breasts creating a tight, warm channel, her tongue teasing with every stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

Hayao groaned, his hands gripping the couch as he thrust upward, matching her rhythm. The sight of her—her tanned skin glistening with sweat, her muscular frame bent to his pleasure—made his heart race. Her breasts bounced slightly with each movement, her nipples hard against the fabric of the couch. The vibrator’s hum was a constant undercurrent, making her hips shift subtly, her arousal evident in the way her thighs rubbed together. But the void in his chest stirred, pushing him to voice the desire that had been festering, a dark need that had grown since his father’s death.

“Mio,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “I want to fuck my mother.”

Mio froze, her breasts still pressed around his cock, her eyes widening in shock. Her breath caught, her heart pounding as the words sank in. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hands trembling against her breasts. “Hayao, why would you say that? Why would you want that?”

His eyes flashed with irritation, his hand tightening in her hair. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he shouted, his voice cutting through the room. 

Mio flinched, her body tensing, her cheeks flushing with a mix of fear and arousal. She nodded, her lips quivering as she resumed the titty fuck, her breasts sliding along his shaft, her tongue flicking at the tip with each thrust, though her movements were slower, hesitant.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice shaky as she worked, her eyes searching his. “But… Hayao, that’s wrong. It’s your mother. It’s incest. It’s not right.”

Hayao thrust upward, his cock sliding between her breasts, the pleasure grounding him as he spoke. “She’s a beautiful woman and I want you to help me fuck Mai,” he said, his voice firm, his eyes boring into hers. “After we have dinner together, I want her. You’ll help me make it happen.”

Mio’s movements faltered, her face paling despite the flush of arousal from the vibrator’s relentless buzz. Her breasts slowed, her tongue pausing as she processed his words. 

“Hayao, I don’t want you fucking other women,” she said, her voice soft but firm, her breasts still moving but with less enthusiasm. “I love you. I want you to be mine. And… what you’re saying about your mother—it’s wrong. It’s not just another woman. It’s your mother. It’s just so wrong...”

He smirked, his thrusts growing rougher, his cock sliding faster between her breasts. “I’m a young man, Mio,” he said, his voice softening into a manipulative tone. “I can’t help what I want. At least I’m honest about it. If you really love me, you’ll accept me—all of me. Can you do that?”

Mio’s eyes glistened, torn between her love for him and the moral weight of his request. “Of course I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking, her breasts resuming their rhythm but with a tremor of uncertainty. “But helping you with your mother? That’s… it’s wrong, Hayao. It’s incest, and it’s rape. It’s against everything...”

His hand shot out, delivering a sharp slap across her cheek, the sound echoing in the room. Mio gasped, her breasts stilling, her eyes wide with shock and hurt, a red mark blooming on her tanned skin. 

“It’s not rape with family,” Hayao snapped, his voice cold. “And it’s not rape if she enjoys it. Besides, it’s a tradition in Japan for a son to take over his father’s role, to be the man of the house. You wouldn’t understand, growing up outside the country.”

Mio’s lips trembled, her mind reeling as the vibrator’s hum pushed her body toward another orgasm, clouding her thoughts. “A tradition?” she whispered, her voice uncertain, her beliefs and common sense wavering under his conviction. “But… even if that’s true, it’s still wrong. She’s still your mother, Hayao. It’s not natural. It’s not right.”

Hayao leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers, his cock still nestled between her breasts. “If you ever want my cock in your ass again, you’ll help me,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. “You love how I fuck you, don’t you? You don’t want to lose that.”

Mio’s breath hitched, the vibrator’s relentless buzz driving her body to the brink, her pussy dripping despite her moral turmoil. Her breasts moved faster now, her tongue flicking at his cock with renewed urgency, as if trying to please him could resolve the conflict in her heart. 

“I… I love you, Hayao,” she said, her voice trembling. “But this is wrong. I don't want to… I can’t… I can’t help you hurt your mother like that.”

Hayao’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re not hurting her,” he said, his voice softening, manipulative. “You’re helping me give her what she needs. After my father died, she’s been alone. I’m the man of the house now. It’s my duty. You’ll see—she’ll want it.”

Mio shook her head, her breasts slowing again, her eyes glistening with tears. “No, Hayao, it’s still wrong,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the vibrator’s hum. “It’s not just about duty. It’s your mother. It’s… it’s a sin.”

Hayao’s smirk returned, his thrusts resuming, his cock sliding between her breasts with a steady rhythm. “A sin?” he mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’re not so pure yourself, Mio, with that vibrator in your ass, begging for my young cock. You’re a depraved piece of work. If you love me, you’ll do this for me. You’ll help me make it happen.”

Mio’s body trembled, the vibrator’s buzz pushing her closer to the edge, her pussy clenching with need despite her protests. “I… I don’t know, Hayao,” she said, her voice breaking, her breasts moving faster as if to appease him. “I love you, but this is wrong. I can’t… I can’t agree to something so awful.”

Hayao leaned back, his hands guiding her breasts, his cock throbbing between them. “You’ll agree,” he said, his voice low and confident. “You’ll see it’s not so bad. You’ll help me because you love me. Say it.”

Mio’s eyes fluttered, the vibrator’s hum overwhelming her senses, her body betraying her moral resolve. “I… I’ll help you, Hayao,” she said breathily, her voice trembling with arousal and submission. “I promise.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, his hand tightening in her hair, his cock pulsing between her breasts.

“I promise to help you,” she repeated, her voice quivering, her body shaking as the vibrator pushed her closer to climax. “But it’s wrong, Hayao. It’s still so wrong.”

Satisfied, Hayao reached behind her, yanking the vibrator from her ass with a wet pop. Mio gasped, her body shuddering at the sudden emptiness, her ass clenching reflexively. Before she could react, he pressed the slick toy against her lips. 

“Open,” he commanded. She obeyed, her lips parting as he stuffed the vibrator into her mouth, the taste of her own juices overwhelming her senses, a mix of shame and arousal flooding her mind.

He stood, pulling her to her feet and bending her over the couch again, her large breasts pressing against the fabric, her wide hips raised high. Hayao positioned his cock at her tight asshole, still slick from the vibrator, and thrust in slowly at first, letting her feel every inch as he stretched her. 

Mio cried out, “¡Ay, Dios mío!” (Oh my God!), her voice muffled around the vibrator, her Spanish spilling out as the intense sensation overwhelmed her. 

The pain was sharp, mingling with pleasure as her ass adjusted to his cock, the tight ring of muscle gripping him tightly.

Hayao groaned, the heat and tightness of her ass driving him wild. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way her body yielded to him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Mio,” he growled, his hands gripping her wide hips, his fingers sinking into her firm flesh. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, her tanned skin slick with sweat, her platinum hair cascading over her shoulders.

Mio’s moans were muffled by the vibrator, her body rocking with his rhythm, her breasts scraping against the couch. The pain of his cock stretching her ass blended with the pleasure, her pussy dripping as the sensations overwhelmed her. 

“What you’re thinking of going… It’s wrong, Hayao,” she gasped around the vibrator, her voice muffled and barely coherent. “What you want… it’s not right.”

The boy made an impression of her, laughing.

Hayao’s thrusts grew harder, his cock plunging deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. “You keep saying that,” he said, his voice low and mocking, “but look at you… Look at you, taking my young cock in your ass, loving every second of it. Taking it up the ass is a sin, isn’t it?” He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, amplifying her arousal. “You depraved bitch.”

Mio whimpered, her body trembling as his fingers worked her clit, the pleasure building despite her protests. 

“¡Sí, Hayao, más!” (Yes, Hayao, more!) she cried, her Spanish spilling out as the intensity pushed her to the edge. “But… it’s still wrong,” she gasped, the vibrator falling from her lips, her voice breaking, her ass clenching around his cock as he fucked her harder.

Hayao’s hand moved to her breast, squeezing it roughly, pinching her nipple until she moaned louder. “You’ll help me because you love me,” he said, his voice firm, his cock driving into her ass with relentless force. “You’ll see it’s not wrong. It’s what I need. It’s what she needs.”

Mio’s body shook, her ass stretched to its limit by his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming, her clit throbbing under his fingers, her pussy dripping onto the couch. 

“I… I love you,” she gasped, her voice trembling with conflict. “But, it’s your mother. It’s… it’s not right.”

Hayao’s thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming into her ass, each stroke sending shockwaves through her body. “Look’s like I fucked you stupid because all you are doing is repeating the same thing. You’ll do it,” he growled, his fingers rubbing her clit faster, pushing her closer to climax. “You’ll help me fuck her because you’re mine. Say it again.”

Mio’s body convulsed, the pleasure and pain blending into a single, overwhelming sensation. “I promise to help you,” she cried, her voice muffled, her Spanish spilling out as she neared orgasm. “¡Por favor, Hayao, dámelo todo!” (Please, Hayao, give it all to me!) “But it’s wrong,” she added weakly, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body betrayed her.

Hayao groaned, the tightness of her ass and her submission driving him to the edge. He fucked her harder, his cock plunging deep, her ass clenching around him with every thrust. Mio’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her muffled screams echoing around the vibrator. 

“¡Córrete dentro de mí!” (Cum inside me!) she screamed, her eyes rolling back, her thighs trembling as waves of ecstasy tore through her, her ass milking his cock.

Hayao’s climax followed, his cum flooding her ass as he thrust one final time, his body shuddering with the intensity. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her stretched asshole, the vibrator still in her mouth. He removed it, setting it aside, and Mio collapsed onto the couch, her body spent, her hazel eyes glazed with a mix of love, shame, and conflict.

Hayao sat beside her, pulling her into his arms, his mind still troubled by the void that lingered, even after such a conquest. Mio curled against him, her breath ragged, her voice soft. “I love you, Hayao,” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “But what you want… It’s wrong. I’ll help you. Just… don’t leave me…”

Hayao stroked her hair, his touch gentle, but his mind racing. “I won’t baby as long as you do what I say. You’ll see,” he murmured, his voice low. “It’s not wrong. It’s what we need if you want us to be together.”

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