Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch5[b] Convincing Mai at Dinner [oral, MFF] (II)

“What have we done?” she whispered, her voice hollow, barely audible. Tears slipped down her cheeks, pooling in the hollow of her throat.

Hayao shifted, pulling his pants back on with a casualness that stung. “We did what we had to, Mom,” he said, his tone softer now but still firm. “Now you’ll accept Mio, right? We’re a family.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded, piercing through the haze of Mai’s thoughts. She closed her eyes, her breath shallow, the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest. Her mind churned, a chaotic swirl of emotions—shock, shame, and a dark, undeniable thread of pleasure that she couldn’t shake. It had been intense, Hayao’s cock inside her, a forbidden connection that had ignited something primal within her. But he was her son, her own flesh and blood. The taboo of it gnawed at her, threatening to unravel everything she knew about herself.

And yet, as the seconds ticked by, a new thought began to take shape, slithering through the cracks of her guilt. If I can have sex with strangers for money, why not with Hayao? The idea was perverse, twisted, but it latched onto her consciousness with a stubborn grip. She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the wall, letting the thought expand.

As a hostess, she had spent years mastering the art of detachment. Night after night, she’d sat with men she didn’t know, smiled at their crude jokes, let their hands wander for the right price. She’d learned to separate her body from her soul, to treat intimacy as a transaction—nothing more, nothing less. Sex with strangers had become routine, a means to an end, stripped of emotional weight. If she could do that, if she could give herself to faceless men for a paycheck, why should this be any different? Hayao was her son, yes, but in that moment on the couch, he’d been a man—raw, commanding, undeniable. Wasn’t this just another exchange, a deeper, more personal one?

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she wrestled with the logic. It wasn’t right—some part of her screamed that it wasn’t—but the more she turned it over in her mind, the more it made a sick kind of sense. Her life had taught her to compartmentalize, to survive by drawing lines between what she did and who she was. If she could cross those lines with strangers, why not here, with Hayao? The shame was still there, a dull ache in her chest, but this twisted justification offered a lifeline, a way to keep from drowning in it.

She exhaled slowly, her resolve hardening. She wasn’t a victim in this—not anymore. She could take control, redefine it on her terms. Her gaze shifted to Hayao and Mio, who stood in the kitchen, their voices a low murmur as they watched her warily. They were waiting for her reaction, for some sign of collapse or forgiveness. But Mai wasn’t ready to give them either. She needed to test this new mindset, to see if it could hold.

With a steadying breath, she rose from the couch, her legs shaky but her movements deliberate. She smoothed her dress as best she could, ignoring the stains that marked her thighs, and crossed the room toward them. The soft shuffle of her slippers on the hardwood floor marked each step, a quiet declaration of intent. Hayao looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. Mio tensed beside him, her arms crossed tightly, her hazel eyes wide with apprehension.

Mai stopped in front of Hayao, her heart pounding, but her expression calm. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheeks. She traced the familiar lines of his jaw, the face she’d once cradled as a child, now hardened by time and desire. But he wasn’t a child anymore—he’d proven that in the most visceral way possible. She cupped his face with both hands, her touch firm yet tender, and leaned in.

Her lips met his, soft at first, a tentative press that deepened into something more. She kissed him like a lover, her tongue slipping into his mouth, exploring him with a passion that surprised even her. Hayao stiffened for a split second, caught off guard, but then he responded, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was electric, a tangle of heat and sadness, a farewell to the innocence they’d once shared. Mai poured herself into it, letting the twisted logic guide her, embracing the act as though she were a stranger, a client from her hostess days, someone she could please without consequence.

When she pulled back, her breath was ragged, her lips tingling from the contact. She turned to Mio, her mouth curling into a snide, bitter smile. “Are you okay with being with a mother fucker?” she asked, her voice sharp and cutting, the words dripping with provocation.

Mio’s face flushed, her eyes darting to Hayao before settling back on Mai. She swallowed hard, then nodded, her voice soft but steady. “I love him,” she said, her devotion unwavering despite the tremor in her tone. “I’ll accept him, no matter what.”

Mai’s smile widened, a dark, sardonic edge to it. “Good,” she said, her voice laced with a bitter humor. “Because this is what we are now.” She sighed, an exasperated sound that carried the weight of her resignation, and reached out, taking Hayao’s hand in her left and Mio’s in her right. “We might as well do this in the proper place,” she said, her tone flat but resolute. “And I might as well get to know my future daughter-in-law more intimately.”

Hayao’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement flickering in his gaze. “Mom, are you sure?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

Mai shot him a look, her eyes narrowing as she squeezed his hand. “You better do a lot of apologizing with that cock of yours, Hayao,” she said, her words firm but threaded with a dark playfulness. “Now, come on.”

She turned, leading them toward her bedroom, her grip on their hands unyielding. The hallway stretched before her, dim and quiet, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. She pushed open the door, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The bed loomed large, its crisp white sheets a mocking symbol of purity in the midst of their chaos. Mai released their hands and stepped inside, turning to face them with an expression that was equal parts resolve and detachment.

Without a word, she sank to her knees in front of Hayao, her hands moving to his waistband with a practiced ease. Her fingers deftly unfastened his pants, pulling them down to free his cock, already stirring under her touch. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, her movements deliberate, honed by years of pleasing men she didn’t love. Hayao’s breath hitched, his hands hovering uncertainly before settling in her hair.

Mai looked up at him, her dark eyes locking with his, a silent acknowledgment of the line they’d crossed. “Your cock is delicious, Hayao,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, the words slipping out like a line from her hostess playbook. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him, swirling around the tip before taking him into her mouth. Hayao groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she sucked him deeper, her lips sliding along his length with expert precision.

Mio stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide as she watched Mai work. The sight was shocking, a tableau of taboo and desire that set her pulse racing. Her pussy throbbed, a mix of arousal and guilt flooding her senses. Mai glanced at her, a wicked glint in her eye as she pulled back slightly, her lips glistening. “Come here, Mio,” she said, her voice muffled but commanding. “Help me pleasure him. That’s what a good future daughter-in-law should do.”

Mio hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest, but Hayao’s encouraging nod spurred her forward. She knelt beside Mai, her hands trembling as she reached out. Mai guided her, showing her how to stroke him, how to tease the sensitive underside with her tongue. Together, they moved in tandem, their mouths and hands working as one, pleasuring Hayao with a devotion that felt both sacred and profane.

Hayao sat back on the bed, his legs spread wide, his head tipping back as waves of pleasure washed over him. Mio’s tongue danced along his shaft, tentative but eager, while Mai sucked on the head, her lips tight and unrelenting. Their breaths mingled in the heated air, their movements synchronized, a twisted harmony of flesh and desire. The sensation was overwhelming, the dual attention driving him toward the edge with a relentless intensity.

His groans grew louder, his hips bucking as he neared his climax. Mio sensed it, her instincts kicking in as she took him fully into her mouth, her lips sliding down to the base, her throat constricting around him. But Mai’s hand shot out, firm and possessive, pulling Mio back with a sharp tug. “No,” she said, her voice cutting through the haze. “Tonight, I need his cock more.”

She took Hayao back into her mouth, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling as he shuddered beneath her. With a final, desperate thrust, Hayao came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her. Mai swallowed it all, her throat working to take every drop, her eyes locked on his as she claimed his release. When he was spent, she pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied, almost triumphant smile.

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