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Ch5[b] Convincing Mai at Dinner [vaginal, MFF] (I)

The Tokyo evening air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of the city’s bustling nightlife. Mio stood outside the family apartment, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. Her sleek black dress hugged her muscular curves, accentuating her voluptuous figure—large breasts, wide hips, and a toned physique honed by years at the gym. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded in loose waves, framing her tanned face, and her hazel eyes flickered with nervous energy. As Mai’s trainer, she knew this dinner would be fraught, but Hayao’s insistence had brought her here. She adjusted her posture, standing tall, and knocked on the door.

The door swung open, revealing Mai, a vision of elegance in a deep red evening dress that clung to her curvy, toned figure, the result of countless gym sessions under Mio’s guidance. The dress shimmered under the hallway lights, its low neckline exuding confidence. Mai’s dark eyes widened slightly, recognition flashing across her face. “Mio? My trainer from the gym?” Her voice was smooth but carried a sharp edge. “I didn’t expect to see you here in this… capacity.”

Mio’s cheeks flushed, a spark of unease igniting in her chest, but she forced a polite smile. “Yes, Mai, it’s me. Hayao invited me for dinner. I hope that’s alright.”

Mai’s smile was tight, her eyes assessing. “This is quite unexpected. I thought you were professional, Mio. Dating a client’s son, especially one so young, is… surprising.”

Mio’s fingers tightened around her purse, her unease mixing with a flicker of anger, but she swallowed it down. “Hayao and I care for each other deeply. Age is just a number.”

Mai raised an eyebrow, stepping aside. “Is it? Well, let’s see how this evening goes.”

The apartment was a blend of modern elegance and traditional Japanese touches—sleek furniture, a low wooden table, and a vase of fresh orchids on a lacquered shelf. The dining area was set for three, with fine porcelain plates and a centerpiece of white lilies, reflecting Mai’s refined taste as a hostess. Hayao lounged on a plush couch, his short dark hair tousled, his dark eyes lighting up as he saw Mio. He stood, crossing the room in a few strides, and took her hand, his touch warm and possessive. “Mom, Mio’s here,” he said, his voice carrying pride. “This is my girlfriend.”

Mai’s smile tightened. “Charmed, I’m sure,” she said, her tone dripping with skepticism. “Come, let’s get ready for dinner.”

As Mai set the table with precise movements, her comments continued, each laced with references to their gym sessions. “So, Mio, when you were training my son, was that when all of this started?”

Mio’s jaw clenched, her anger simmering, but she forced a nod. “I train everyone to their best, Mai. Hayao and I just… connected.”

Mai adjusted a napkin, her eyes flicking to Mio. “I always thought you were so focused on work and so professional. I didn’t know you had time for… relationships with clients’ sons.”

Mio’s fingers dug into her palms, her professional pride stung. “We care about each other. That’s what matters.”

Hayao shot Mio a reassuring glance, his lips twitching with a mischievous smirk, hinting at the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Mai gestured to the table. “Let’s eat.”

The dining table was laden with a traditional Japanese spread—sushi in delicate patterns, golden tempura, steaming miso soup, and pickled vegetables. Mai had gone all out, perhaps to showcase her skills or intimidate Mio. They sat, Mio across from Mai, with Hayao at her side, his presence a grounding force amidst the tension.

As they ate, Mai’s comments persisted. “I must say I have outdone myself,” she said, passing a plate to Mio. “I wonder if you cook, or if you’re too busy planning my workouts.”

Mio forced a smile, her chopsticks pausing. “I cook sometimes. This is delicious, Mai.”

Hayao’s hand found Mio’s thigh under the table, his fingers warm through her dress. She glanced at him, surprised, but his dark eyes held mischief. His hand slid higher, slipping under her dress, brushing her inner thigh. Mio’s breath hitched, a flush creeping up her neck as she tried to focus on the meal.

Mai, oblivious, sipped sake, her eyes narrowing. “So, Mio, what do you see in Hayao? I thought you’d have more… mature options.”

Hayao’s fingers pushed aside Mio’s panties, finding her wet folds, and she stifled a gasp, her body responding despite her anger. “I love him,” Mio said, her voice breathy, her thighs trembling. “He’s special.”

Mai’s lips pursed. “Special. I hope you’re not leading him astray, Mio. My son is very young… You know, boys will be boys.”

Hayao’s thumb found Mio’s clit, rubbing slow circles, sending pleasure through her. Mio gripped the table, her knuckles white, her anger at Mai’s words mixing with arousal. The illicit thrill of Hayao’s touch, combined with Mai’s barbs, created a confusing, intoxicating blend. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her breath ragged as she fought to stay composed.

Mai leaned forward, her tone sharp. “What are your plans? With Hayao just a graduate, where is this going?”

Hayao’s fingers plunged deeper, curling inside Mio, making her bite her lip to suppress a moan. Her pussy gripped him, her arousal peaking as Mai’s words cut deeper. She was on the verge of climax, her body tensing, her thighs quivering.

Hayao spoke, his voice calm but dangerous. “We’re going to fuck you, Mom.”

Mai’s chopsticks clattered to the table, her face paling. “What did you say, Hayao?”

He nodded to Mio, his eyes dark with intent. “Do it.”

Mio hesitated, her heart pounding, her body trembling from Hayao’s touch. His twisted logic from the previous night echoed—this was the only way Mai would accept her. She stood, her muscular frame moving swiftly, and grabbed Mai’s arms, pulling her from the chair. Mai struggled, her dress swishing as she tried to break free, her dark eyes wide with shock.

“This is a crime!” Mai cried, her voice trembling. “Mio, you’re my trainer! You can’t do this!”

Mio’s grip tightened, her strength overpowering Mai’s resistance as she dragged her to the couch. “I’m sorry, Mai,” Mio whispered, her voice shaking, “but Hayao says it’s the only way you’ll accept me.”

Mai’s struggles intensified. “This is wrong! It’s a crime! Hayao, stop this!”

Hayao followed, his smirk unwavering. “It’s my duty now that Dad’s gone,” he said coldly. “A good dick will shut you up, Mom.”

Mai’s eyes darted to Mio, pleading. “Mio, why? I trusted you at the gym! Why are you helping him?”

Mio pinned Mai to the couch, her strong hands holding Mai’s wrists above her head, her body pressing down. “It’s the only way you’ll accept me into the family,” Mio said, her voice heavy with conflict, Hayao’s words twisting her mind. “Hayao said it’s what you need.”

Mai shook her head, tears welling. “No, Mio, this is wrong! You know it’s wrong!”

Mio’s hazel eyes glistened, her resolve wavering, but Hayao’s presence urged her on. “Do what you have to do, Hayao,” she said, her voice barely audible, her body trembling with guilt and arousal.

Hayao knelt beside the couch, his hands steady but his breath uneven with a mix of anticipation and something darker. He reached for the hem of Mai’s elegant red dress, lifting it with a slow, deliberate motion that exposed her smooth, toned thighs inch by inch. The fabric bunched awkwardly around her waist, revealing a black lace thong that clung to her curves in a way that made Hayao pause. His lips curled into a smirk, sharp and mocking, as he tilted his head to meet her gaze. 

“Looks like you were waiting for someone to fuck you, Mom,” he said, his voice low and edged with a taunting bite.

Mai’s face flushed instantly, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks as anger surged through her. 

“No, that’s not true!” she snapped, her voice cracking under the weight of her outrage and humiliation. 

She jerked her body to the side, trying to twist free, but Mio’s grip on her wrists was unrelenting, pinning her arms above her head against the soft cushions of the couch. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed the chaos in her mind. This couldn’t be happening—her own son, Hayao, the child she’d nurtured and protected, now loomed over her with an intent that twisted her stomach into knots. And Mio, her gym trainer, her confidante, was complicit, holding her down as if this were some twisted game. It felt like a betrayal so deep it stole her breath.

“Hayao, stop this,” Mai pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and authority. “I’m your mother. This is wrong—please, don’t.” 

Her words were a lifeline, a last attempt to reach the boy she’d raised, but they seemed to dissolve into the thick air between them.

Hayao’s smirk didn’t falter. He pushed the thong aside with a casual flick of his fingers, exposing her completely. His touch brushed against her pussy, and he froze for a split second, his eyes widening as he felt the unexpected slickness there. 

“You’re wet already,” he murmured, his tone shifting from mockery to something almost triumphant, as if her body’s response validated his actions. 

He didn’t hesitate further, positioning himself between her legs, his cock hard and pulsing with a need he no longer bothered to disguise. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, savoring the tightness that enveloped him as he sank deeper.

Mai gasped sharply, her body tensing as a jolt of sensation ripped through her—pain mingled with an unwanted spark of pleasure she couldn’t suppress. 

“No, Hayao!” she cried, her voice breaking into a whimper as he began to move, his strokes measured and deep, each one a violation she couldn’t escape. “This isn’t right—we can’t do this. Stop, please!” 

Her protests were fervent, laced with a raw edge of panic, but her body betrayed her, clenching around him involuntarily as he pressed further.

Her mind spun, a storm of conflicting emotions crashing against each other. This was her son—her baby boy, now a man, forcing himself on her in a way that shattered every boundary she’d ever known. The physical reality of it was undeniable: his cock filled her, stretching her in ways that sent shivers up her spine despite her horror. But the shame was a lead weight in her chest, crushing her with every thrust. She bit her lip hard as she fought to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out, her hands clawing at the couch cushions as if they could anchor her to sanity.

“Hayao, think about what you’re doing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies meeting. “This is incest—it’s a sin. You’re my son.” Her words were a plea, a prayer, but they felt futile against the rhythm he’d set, each movement chipping away at her resolve.

Hayao’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust deeper, his breath hitching with exertion and desire. 

“You feel so good, Mom,” he groaned, his voice thick with a twisted satisfaction. “I can’t stop—don’t want to stop.” His words were a dagger, slicing through her, and yet her body responded, her pussy growing wetter despite her mind’s desperate rebellion.

Mio’s presence only deepened the nightmare. The younger woman’s grip on Mai’s wrists had loosened, her own arousal evident in the flush of her cheeks and the way her breath quickened. She watched Hayao fuck Mai with a mix of guilt and fascination, her pussy throbbing beneath her dress as the taboo scene unfolded. 

Finally, she let go entirely, her hands trembling as she leaned in to kiss Hayao, her lips crashing against his with a hunger that mirrored his own. Their tongues tangled, a messy, heated exchange that left Mai staring in disbelief as her son continued to move inside her.

Free now, Mai’s hands twitched, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, they balled into fists, clutching the fabric beneath her as her body rocked with his rhythm. The pleasure was there, insidious and growing, creeping through her like a poison she couldn’t purge. She hated it—hated herself for feeling it—but it was undeniable, building with every stroke. 

“No,” she murmured, her voice cracking with strain. “This can’t be happening. I don’t want this.”

Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to her late husband. Hayao’s father had been strong, commanding, his touch a force that had once made her feel so alive. Now, here was their son, echoing that same intensity, his cock driving into her with a familiarity that made her stomach lurch. She remembered quiet nights with her husband, stolen moments of intimacy when Hayao was asleep down the hall. How had it come to this? 

“You’re just like your father,” she whispered, the words slipping out in a tone heavy with regret and sorrow. “So strong, so… forceful.”

Hayao broke the kiss with Mio, his eyes locking onto Mai’s. “Dad knew how to please you, didn’t he?” he said, his voice rough with lust. “I can do that too—better, even.” His thrusts quickened, a new urgency in his movements as he sought to prove his point.

Mai’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. “No, Hayao, it’s not the same!” she protested, her voice rising. “He was my husband—you’re my son. This isn’t love, it’s wrong!” 

But her body didn’t care about right or wrong—her hips shifted slightly, meeting his thrusts despite her words, and she hated herself for it. A moan escaped her lips, soft and reluctant, and she clamped her mouth shut, tears stinging her eyes.

Mio, no longer restraining Mai, slid a hand beneath her own dress, her fingers finding her soaked panties. She rubbed herself through the fabric, her eyes fixed on Hayao and Mai, the taboo sight fueling her arousal. She moaned softly, a sound that cut through Mai like a blade. “Mio, how could you?” Mai whispered, her voice breaking with betrayal. “I thought you were my friend. How could you let this happen?”

Mio’s face flushed, but her hand didn’t stop. “I’m sorry, Mai,” she said, her voice husky and strained. “Hayao—he’s everything to me. Watching him with you… it’s wrong, I know, but it’s driving me crazy.” Her admission hung in the air, a confession that only deepened Mai’s despair.

Hayao’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room with a rhythm that drowned out Mai’s protests. Her resistance was fraying, the pleasure swelling within her like a tide she couldn’t hold back. 

“No, I can’t let this happen,” she gasped, her voice a faint echo of her earlier resolve. “I won’t give in—I won’t.” But her hips moved more noticeably now, her pussy slick and responsive, and she clenched her eyes shut, willing herself to fight it.

Her mind was a battlefield. Every thrust brought memories of her husband—his touch, his strength—mingled with the reality of Hayao, her son, claiming her in a way that twisted her soul. She didn’t want to enjoy this, didn’t want to feel the heat pooling in her core, but it was there, relentless and growing. 

“Please, Hayao,” she whimpered, her voice a broken plea. “Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me feel this.”

Hayao leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re already feeling it, Mom,” he whispered, his tone dark and coaxing. “Just let go. No one has to know—it’s just us.” 

His fingers slid between them, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, deliberate circles, amplifying the sensations she was trying so hard to deny.

The added touch was a breaking point. Mai’s body jolted, a cry tearing from her throat as the pleasure spiked, sharp and overwhelming. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her voice thick with anguish and unwanted ecstasy. “It feels so good—but it’s wrong. We shouldn’t—we can’t.” Her hips bucked against him now, her resistance crumbling as the orgasm loomed closer, a force she could no longer outrun.

Her thoughts fractured, guilt and desire warring within her. She saw her husband’s face, felt his ghost in Hayao’s movements, and it tore at her. This wasn’t love, wasn’t family—it was a violation, a sin she’d carry forever. Yet her body didn’t care, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach. 

“I hate this,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I hate you for this, Hayao.”

But the words were hollow, drowned by the moan that followed as her orgasm hit, crashing over her with a force that left her trembling. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing with a pleasure she couldn’t deny, and she sobbed through it, her body shaking as the climax ripped her apart. It was ecstasy laced with despair, a surrender she hadn’t wanted but couldn’t stop.

Hayao groaned, his own release imminent. He thrust into her a few more times, hard and fast, cumming deep inside his own flesh and blood. Into the place that had given him life. He stared down at her, disheveled and spent, a twisted pride in his eyes as he caught his breath.

Mio, still touching herself, reached her own peak, her body shuddering as she came with a soft cry. She collapsed beside Hayao, her chest heaving, the three of them tangled in the aftermath of their actions. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with unspoken consequences.

Mai lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mind a void of reeling thoughts. She’d given in—her body had betrayed her, and the shame was a weight she couldn’t shake.

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