Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Graduation [oral, anal, public sex, MFF]

The weeks following that night in Mai’s bedroom blurred into a haze of forbidden indulgence. Hayao’s hunger for both Mio and his mother seemed insatiable, his desires weaving a tangled web that bound the three of them closer with each encounter. Their trysts unfolded in stolen moments—late nights in the apartment, quick, frenzied sessions in the gym’s locker room after hours, and once, daringly, in the backseat of Mai’s car parked in a shadowed alley. The boundaries of family and propriety had dissolved, replaced by a raw, unspoken pact of desire that held them together.

Now, the day of Hayao’s high school graduation had arrived, the air alive with the buzz of celebration and the faint scent of blooming cherry blossoms carried on the breeze. The school courtyard was a sea of navy-blue uniforms, students laughing and crying as they exchanged farewells, their voices mingling with each other. The auditorium, a grand space with polished wooden floors and rows of folding chairs, was packed with families, the atmosphere thick with pride and nostalgia.

Mai sat in the front row, her deep red dress a striking contrast to the subdued tones around her, its fitted cut accentuating her curvy, toned figure. Her dark eyes glistened with tears as she watched Hayao cross the stage, his diploma in hand, a rare smile softening his usually sharp features. She dabbed at her eyes with a silk handkerchief, her heart swelling with pride. “My boy,” she whispered to herself, her voice catching. “You’ve grown into such a man.”

Mio sat beside her, her muscular frame draped in a sleek black dress that hugged her large breasts and wide hips, her platinum blonde hair pulled into a loose bun. Her hazel eyes followed Hayao, a mix of adoration and nervous excitement flickering in them. As his trainer and lover, she felt a unique connection to this moment, her role in his life both intimate and public. She reached for Mai’s hand, squeezing it gently. 

“He looks so happy, Mai,” she murmured, her voice soft. “You raised such a fine young man.”

Mai nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I did, Mio. I really did.”

Yumi, Hayao’s sister, sat on Mai’s other side, her long, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her voluptuous figure softened by a flowing pastel dress. Her dark eyes sparkled with a playful energy, but she seemed distracted, checking her phone intermittently. As the ceremony ended, she stood abruptly, smoothing her dress. 

“I’ve got to run,” she said, her voice light but rushed. “Got plans with friends. Tell Hayao I’m proud of him, okay?”

Mai frowned slightly but nodded. “Be safe, Yumi,” she said, her tone maternal yet resigned. 

Yumi flashed a quick smile and slipped out, her heels clicking as she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Mai and Mio to linger in the auditorium’s fading buzz.

As the courtyard filled with students and families exchanging tearful farewells, Hayao caught Mai’s eye from across the room. He jerked his head subtly toward the hallway, a silent signal. Mio noticed, her breath catching as she understood his intent. 

“He wants us,” she whispered to Mai, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Mai’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

They navigated through the throng, slipping into the empty hallway that led to Hayao’s classroom. The school was quiet now, most students and faculty gathered outside, leaving the corridors eerily still. Hayao waited inside the classroom, sitting on a wooden desk, his navy uniform slightly rumpled, his tie loosened. 

“You made it,” Hayao said, his voice low and teasing as Mai and Mio entered. He pushed off the desk, closing the door behind them with a soft click, the sound echoing in the silent space.

Mai’s eyes softened, still glistening with pride. “I’m so proud of you, Hayao. Your father would be proud, too,” she said, stepping closer to cup his face. “My graduate.”

Mio nodded, her smile warm. “You looked amazing up there,” she added, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “It’s a big day.”

Hayao’s smirk widened, his gaze darkening with intent. “It’s about to get bigger,” he said, pulling Mai against him, his hands sliding down to grip her ass through her dress. She gasped softly, a flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t pull away.

Mio bit her lip, her arousal already stirring as she watched Hayao’s hands roam Mai’s body. “Here, Hayao?” she asked, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement. “What if someone comes in?”

“You’ll stand watch,” Hayao said, his tone commanding as he nodded toward the door. “Make sure no one interrupts.”

Mio hesitated for a moment, her pulse hammering in her ears, then nodded, stepping cautiously to her post by the door. Her hazel eyes flickered nervously between the deserted hallway and the illicit tableau unfolding within the classroom. 

Hayao, his shoulders tense with anticipation, turned his focus back to Mai, his hands deftly lifting the hem of her dress. The fabric slid upward, revealing a delicate black lace thong clinging to her skin, the material darkened where her arousal had already soaked through. 

“Fuck, Mom, you’re ready for me,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of desire as his fingers brushed against her pussy, finding her slick and warm, her body betraying her eagerness.

Mai’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air as she leaned into his touch, her hips tilting forward instinctively. “Always, Hayao,” she replied, her voice husky, thick with a need that mirrored his own. Her eyes, half-lidded with lust, locked onto his, a silent plea shimmering within them.

With a swift, commanding motion, Hayao pushed her against a desk, bending her over so her palms pressed flat against the worn, scratched wood. Her dress bunched around her waist, exposing the smooth curve of her ass and the glistening evidence of her arousal to the cool air of the classroom. 

Hayao freed his cock from his trousers, the thick, throbbing length springing free, veins pulsing with his pent-up desire. He aligned himself with her entrance and thrust into her pussy with a single, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Mai moaned, a raw, unrestrained sound that reverberated through the empty room, her body rocking forward with the force, the desk creaking ominously beneath her weight.

“Oh, God, Hayao,” she gasped, her fingers curling around the desk’s edge, nails digging into the wood as waves of pleasure radiated from where he filled her. “Just like that—fuck me.”

Hayao’s hands clamped onto her hips, his grip firm and possessive, anchoring her as he began to pound into her with a steady, relentless rhythm. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a primal symphony underscored by Mai’s escalating moans. 

“You’re so tight, Mom,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her hips. “You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough of your own son fucking you.”

“Yes, Hayao, yes,” Mai whimpered, her head dropping forward, strands of hair sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. “Harder—please, baby, give it to me.”

He obliged, his thrusts intensifying, each one driving deeper, the desk shuddering under the onslaught. Mio watched from her vantage point by the door, her own pussy throbbing with a desperate ache as she kept one eye on the hallway, her breath quickening with every sound Mai made. 

Her hand twitched at her side, then slid beneath her dress, fingers brushing against her soaked panties. “You’re so good to mother, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire, thick with the heat building inside her. “She loves it...”

Mai’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her body trembling as Hayao’s relentless pace pushed her toward the brink. “Harder, Hayao,” she begged, her voice raw, cracking with desperation. “Make your mommy cum—make me yours.”

Hayao’s fingers dug deeper into her hips, his thrusts becoming almost punishing in their force. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he taunted, his breath ragged. “Cum all over my cock, Mom—show me how much you need this.”

“Yes, yes!” Mai cried, her body seizing as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, her juices spilling out, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the desk beneath her. The scent of her release filled the air, musky and intoxicating, driving Hayao wild. He slowed for a moment, savoring the way her walls pulsed around him, then pulled out abruptly, his cock slick and glistening with her cum.

“You want it all, don’t you?” he growled, repositioning himself at her ass, the head of his cock pressing against her tight, puckered hole. “You want me to fuck your ass too.”

Mai whimpered, her body still quaking from her climax, but she nodded frantically, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Hayao, take it—take everything.”

He eased inside her slowly, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first, then yielding to his insistent pressure. Mai gasped, a sharp sound that melted into a deep, throaty moan as he stretched her, filling her ass with his thick length. 

“Oh, God, it’s so big,” she groaned, her hands scrabbling against the desk, seeking purchase as the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her senses. “You’re so deep, Hayao—fuck.”

“You can take it, Mom,” Hayao encouraged, his hands sliding up to caress her trembling hips, his voice softening with a twisted kind of tenderness. “You love it in your ass, don’t you? Love me owning every part of you.”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Mai admitted, her body adjusting to the intrusion, the initial sting giving way to a throbbing, all-consuming pleasure. “Fuck me, Hayao—make me yours again.”

Hayao’s pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass with increasing speed, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through her. The desk rocked beneath them, its legs scraping against the floor, the sound mingling with Mai’s cries. Mio’s breath hitched as she watched, her fingers slipping beneath her panties to rub her clit furiously, the sight pushing her own arousal to a fever pitch. 

“You’re incredible, Hayao,” she panted, her eyes glued to the scene, her voice shaking with need. “She’s loving every second...”

Mai’s cries escalated, her body rocking back to meet Hayao’s thrusts, desperate for more. “Fuck, yes!” she shouted, her voice echoing off the classroom walls as another orgasm built within her, this one deeper, more intense. “Don’t stop, Hayao—make me cum again!”

Luckily, outside, the other recent graduates were squealing too, or bawling their eyes out. Still, the three of them were playing a dangerous game. But this risk only added to the spice of their sex.

Hayao’s hands tightened on her hips, his own climax looming as he pounded into her. “Cum for me, Mom,” he commanded, his voice strained, thick with lust. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight ass.”

With a final, shuddering scream, Mai came, her ass clenching around him, her body convulsing with the force of her release. The sensation pushed Hayao over the edge, and he groaned, his thrusts erratic as he spilled deep inside her, his cum flooding her ass in hot, thick spurts. Mai collapsed forward onto the desk, panting, her body limp and sated, while Hayao leaned over her, catching his breath.

Mio’s own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her fingers plunging into her pussy, her body trembling as she watched them. “¡Sí, Hayao, así! [Yes, Hayao, like that!]” she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper, lost in the haze of her climax.

Hayao pulled out of Mai slowly, his cock glistening with her juices and his own release, and turned to Mio, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Come here, Mio,” he ordered, his voice rough as he sank into a wooden classroom chair, spreading his legs wide. “Clean me up.”

Mio moved quickly, her legs shaky from her orgasm, and knelt before him, her hands trembling with anticipation. She tugged her dress down, freeing her large, tanned breasts, the soft flesh spilling out, nipples already hard with arousal. She dribbled a generous amount of saliva onto her tits, letting it drip down her cleavage, creating a slick, warm path. With a hungry look, she engulfed Hayao’s cock between her breasts, the soft, pliant flesh enveloping him completely. His cockhead emerged from the top, and she leaned forward, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the heady mix of Mai’s musk and Hayao’s salty cum.

“Fuck, Mio, that feels amazing,” Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her platinum hair, guiding her movements as she worked him with her tits and mouth. “You’re so good at this—suck it harder.”

Mio obeyed, her lips tightening around his tip, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside as her breasts slid up and down his shaft. Mai, recovering from her own ecstasy, crawled over to join her, kneeling beside Mio. She pressed her own breasts against Mio’s, their tits wrapping around Hayao’s cock together, creating a tight, wet channel of flesh. They moved in sync, their breasts gliding along his length, their nipples brushing against each other, sending sparks of pleasure through both women. Saliva dripped from their mouths, coating his cock, making it slicker with every stroke.

“Look at you two,” Hayao groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he watched them, his hands gripping the chair’s arms. “So fuckable, both of you—so goddamn perfect.”

Mio and Mai turned to each other, their lips crashing together in a passionate, messy kiss, tongues tangling as they continued to tittyfuck him. Their saliva mixed, dripping down onto his shaft, adding to the slickness, the sight driving Hayao wild. He bucked his hips, thrusting between their breasts, the friction and heat pushing him closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, his voice strained, his hands reaching down to press their heads closer, deepening their kiss. “You look like sluts made just for me.”

Breaking the kiss, Mai grinned up at him, her lips shiny with spit and a trace of his precum. “You like that, baby? Watching us together?”

“Yes, Mom, I love it,” Hayao replied, his breath hitching as their breasts squeezed him tighter. “Now, suck me—both of you.”

They shifted seamlessly, the tall woman taking his cock into her mouth while his mother moved lower, her tongue licking and sucking his balls, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Mio bobbed her head, taking him deep, her throat constricting around him as she gagged slightly, her eyes watering with effort. Mai’s tongue danced over his sac, her hands stroking his thighs, her lips occasionally sucking one ball into her mouth, rolling it gently. They alternated, Mio sucking the tip while the older woman licked along the shaft, then swapping, Mai’s lips wrapping around his cockhead while Mio’s tongue traced the length, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them.

“¡Te amo, Hayao! [I love you, Hayao!]” Mio exclaimed between sucks, her Spanish spilling out in her fervor, her voice thick with passion. “Eres increíble [You’re incredible].”

Mai chuckled softly, her tongue flicking over his balls as she pulled back for a moment. “I don’t know what your lady love is saying, but she’s right, baby—you’re perfect,” she purred, her voice muffled against his skin before she dove back in, sucking harder.

Hayao’s breath grew ragged, his control fraying as their combined efforts overwhelmed him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned, his hands tightening in their hair, pulling them closer. “Get ready—both of you.”

“Give it to us, Hayao,” Mio urged, her voice husky as she pulled back, her hand stroking his shaft rapidly, her breasts still pressed against him. “We want it.”

Mai’s eyes glinted with mischief as she joined Mio, their faces close, mouths open, tongues extended, ready to receive. “Cum for us, baby,” she purred, her breasts squeezing tighter around him, her fingers teasing his balls. “Paint our faces—mark us.”

Hayao thrust furiously, his eyes locked on their eager, cum-hungry expressions, their breasts pressed together, offering a perfect target. “Fuck, I love you both,” he breathed out, his voice breaking as he exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering across their faces and breasts. 

The two women moaned in unison, their tongues darting out to catch what they could, their hands rubbing the sticky release into their skin, savoring the taste and warmth. The hot, viscous fluid coated their cheeks, chins, and tits, dripping down in rivulets, a shared mark of their devotion.

They collapsed back, panting, their faces dripping with cum, their eyes shining with adoration as they gazed up at him. Mai licked her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face despite the semen streaking her skin. “Mio, we’ll have to prepare something special for Hayao’s birthday,” she said, her voice playful, teasing. “It’s coming up soon.”

Hayao raised an eyebrow, wiping sweat from his brow, his chest still heaving. “What is it?” he asked, curiosity piqued, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Mai’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s a secret, baby,” she said, her tone light but laden with promise. “But trust me, you’re going to love it.”

Mio nodded, a shy smile breaking through her post-orgasmic haze, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in the cum on her chest. “It’ll be perfect, Hayao. You’re going to love it.”

The classroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex, a musky blend of sweat and cum, charged with the weight of their shared taboo. Mio and Mai knelt before Hayao, their faces, breasts, and chests streaked with his thick, white cum, eyes glinting with lust and devotion. Hayao sat back, still catching his breath, his cock glistening from their earlier pleasure.

The tall woman moved first, her tongue sliding out to lick a thick drop of cum from Mai’s cheek. “You look beautiful like this,” she purred, her tongue tracing Mai’s skin with slow, sensual care, savoring the salty taste. The blonde woman shivered, her breath catching as she turned to Mio, her own tongue flicking out to clean the cum from Mio’s chin, their lips brushing briefly in a tender, fleeting kiss that left a spark of warmth between them.

Hayao watched, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t stop there,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Clean each other up—your tits are a mess too.”

Mio and Mai glanced down, noticing the cum that had splattered across their breasts and chests from earlier. Mio giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re right, Hayao. We’re covered.” She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a slow trail of cum from Mai’s right breast, starting at the base and working her way up to the nipple. She swirled her tongue around the hardened peak, sucking it gently before moving to the left breast, her hands cupping the lovely mounds to guide her.

Hayao’s mother moaned softly, her hands resting on Mio’s shoulders. “Yes, Mio, clean me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with arousal. Mio took her time, licking every drop from Mai’s chest, her tongue tracing patterns across the soft skin until it glistened with saliva instead of cum.

“Your turn, mother,” Mio said, pulling back and offering her own cum-streaked breasts to Mai. Mai didn’t hesitate, her tongue gliding over Mio’s tanned skin, lapping up the thick ropes of cum that had settled in her cleavage and across her chest. She sucked Mio’s nipples gently, drawing sharp gasps from her. “¡Ay, Mai, eso se siente tan bien! (Oh, Mai, that feels so good!)” Mio exclaimed, her Spanish slipping out as she arched into Mai’s touch.

Hayao’s smirk widened, his cock twitching at the sight. “Now me,” he said, his tone firm. The two women shifted, their tongues working together to clean his cock—Mio licking along the shaft, tasting the mix of cum and their juices, while Mai sucked gently at the tip, her lips wrapped around him with reverence. They moved in harmony, their tongues meeting occasionally, until he was spotless.

“So tasty!” Mio exclaimed, grinning up at Hayao as she licked her lips. Mai pulled back, a faint string of saliva breaking as she met his gaze. 

“All done,” she murmured, her voice soft and satisfied.

They rose, smoothing their rumpled clothes. The amazoness adjusted her dress, wiping a stray drop from her cheek with her thumb and licking it clean, while Mai fixed her thong and let her dress settle over her curves. Hayao tucked himself back into his trousers, standing with casual confidence. He pulled Mio and Mai close, one in each arm, their bodies pressed against his.

“Let’s go home,” he said, guiding them out. They stepped into the empty hallway, the distant hum of celebration fading behind them, and left the school together, the late afternoon sun casting shadows as they walked, bound by their secret.

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