Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 The Fruit of Eden (I)

A slow, appreciative smile spread across Hayao’s face, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Come to think of it, outside, huh? That’s kinda bold,” he said, playing for time while he worked up his courage. “We’ll make it happen, Yumi. Whenever you’re ready.”

Her face lit up, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Really? You’re up for it?”

“Absolutely,” he assured her, his tone warm and earnest. “Anything for you.”

Yumi’s grin widened, and she sat up a little straighter, her curiosity piqued. “Okay, your turn then. What’s one of your secret desires, Hayao? Something you’ve never told me?”

The question caught him off guard, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. The young boy swallowed hard, his mind racing as he weighed his options. He could brush it off with something light, something safe—but the intimacy of the moment, the trust in Yumi’s eyes, urged him toward honesty. 

Taking a deep breath, he met her gaze, his voice low and unsteady. “I… I’ve always wanted to fuck our mother, Mai.”

Yumi’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She pulled back slightly, shock etched across her delicate features. “Wait, what? You want to fuck Mom?”

Hayao nodded, his face flushing with a mix of shame and defiance. “Yeah. I know it’s fucked up, but I can’t help it. She’s so beautiful, Yumi. I’ve fantasized about her for years.”

Yumi stared at him, her mouth slightly agape as she processed his confession. “Hayao, that’s… that’s really messed up,” she said finally, her voice trembling with disbelief. “She’s our mom. That’s a line you don’t cross.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening as embarrassment gnawed at him. “I know. I get it—it’s wrong, and I shouldn’t feel this way. But I do. It’s been eating at me, and I can’t just turn it off.”

For a long moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Yumi’s brow furrowed as she wrestled with her thoughts, her initial shock giving way to a deeper reflection. Then, she let out a soft sigh, her expression softening. “Okay, wait,” she said, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “I guess I can’t really criticize you, can I? I mean, I wanted to fuck my own little brother. That’s just as taboo, isn’t it? I mean if Dad were still I’d probably want to fuck him, too.”

Hayao’s eyes flicked back to hers, a flicker of relief easing the tension in his shoulders. “Yeah,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “We’re both kind of twisted, huh?”

Yumi laughed softly, the sound breaking the lingering awkwardness. “Yeah, we are.” Her gaze turned thoughtful, then mischievous, a spark of inspiration lighting her eyes. “You know… since we’re already breaking all the rules… what if I helped you with that fantasy?”

Hayao blinked, his pulse quickening. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Yumi said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I could roleplay as Mom for you. We look alike, you know—same dark hair, same curves. I could be Mommy Mai for you, just for today.”

His breath hitched, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the thought. “You’d do that? Really?”

She nodded, her smile widening as she saw the excitement in his eyes. “Yes, Hayao. I’d do anything for you. Let me make this real for you.”

“Can we go to the living room? I want to do it there. Makes it more real,” he said with a grin.

“Sure, why not. It's your fantasy, bro,” his sister said with a supportive smile.

Together, they moved to the living room, and Yumi sat cross-legged on the sofa. She patted her lap invitingly, her demeanor softening into something warm and maternal. “Come here, baby,” she cooed, her voice taking on a gentle, nurturing lilt. “Let Mommy take care of you.”

Hayao’s heart pounded as he moved to rest his head in her lap, his body trembling with a heady mix of anticipation and desire. He looked up at her, his dark eyes vulnerable yet hungry, fully surrendering to the fantasy. Yumi ran her fingers through his hair, her touch tender and soothing. 

“There, there, my sweet boy,” she murmured, her tone dripping with maternal affection. “Mommy’s here for you now. You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?”

He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, pulling him deeper into the illusion. “Yes, Mommy,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been good. I’ve missed you so much.”

Yumi leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. “Mommy’s missed you, too, baby,” she purred. “Let me make everything better.” She gently guided his head toward her chest, offering him one of her pendulous breasts, the nipple already hardening.

Hayao hesitated for only a moment before latching on, his lips closing around the sensitive peak. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling over her skin, drawing a soft gasp from Yumi as she cradled his head. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding eagerly to his touch. 

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, her voice a soothing balm. “Suck on Mommy’s tit. Let me take care of my sweet boy.”

His cock stirred, hardening against his thigh as he lost himself in the act, the taboo nature of their roleplay fueling his arousal. He moaned softly against her breast, his hips shifting restlessly beneath her. Yumi’s free hand slid down his body, her fingers brushing over his stomach before wrapping around his throbbing shaft. She began to stroke him slowly, her touch light and teasing, coaxing him further into bliss. 

“Mommy’s going to make you feel so good, baby,” she whispered, her voice rich with promise. “Just relax and let me handle everything.”

Hayao’s breath grew ragged, his body arching into her hand as pleasure rippled through him. “Mommy, please…” he gasped, his voice raw with need. “I need you.”

Yumi’s own arousal surged, her pussy growing slick as she watched his reactions, felt his desperation. She tightened her grip, stroking him faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” she murmured, her tone both tender and urgent. “Mommy loves how hard you get for her. You’re such a good boy, making Mommy so proud.”

His moans grew louder, his hips bucking slightly as she worked him, the dual sensations of her breast in his mouth and her hand on his cock driving him wild. Yumi’s excitement built alongside his, her breath quickening as she leaned into the role. 

“Baby,” she said suddenly, her voice thick with desire, “Mommy wants her baby’s dick in her ass. Will you do that for me, sweetie? Will you give Mommy what she needs?”

Hayao’s eyes snapped open, locking onto hers with a mix of shock and burning lust. “Yes, Mommy,” he rasped, his voice trembling with eagerness. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Yumi grinned, a wicked edge to her smile as she shifted positions. She moved onto all fours, her ass presented to him like an offering, her curves illuminated by the light. Glancing back over her shoulder, she met his gaze, her eyes smoldering. “Come on, baby,” she urged, her voice a sultry command. “Give Mommy what she’s been craving.”

Hayao scrambled to his knees, his hands trembling as he gripped her hips. His cock throbbed painfully, slick with precum as he aligned himself with her tight entrance. He took a steadying breath, the sight of her—his sister, his lover, now his “mother”—pushing him to the edge of control. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pressed into her, the tight ring of muscle resisting for a moment before yielding to his insistent pressure.

Yumi gasped, her body tensing as he filled her, the stretch both sharp and exquisite. “Oh, baby,” she whimpered, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. “You’re so big for Mommy.”

Hayao groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper into her bowels, the tight heat enveloping him, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Yumi’s moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, as she adjusted to his size, her discomfort quickly giving way to ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby,” she panted, pushing back against him. “Fuck Mommy’s ass. Give it to me hard, my sweet boy.”

Her encouragement spurred him on, his pace quickening as he surrendered to the primal urge building within him. The sound of their bodies colliding—skin slapping against skin—echoed in the small space, a visceral symphony of their forbidden union. He grunted with each thrust, his movements growing more forceful, more desperate, as he churned his penis deep within her.

Yumi’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles whitening as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Yes, Hayao—yes, baby!” she cried, her voice breaking as she neared her peak “‘Mommy’ loves her baby’s cock!”

The intensity overwhelmed him, the taboo fantasy and the physical sensation pushing him past the point of no return. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he speared into her bowels. Yumi’s orgasm hit her hard, her body shuddering violently as she screamed his name, her inner muscles clenching around him in a vice-like grip.

Hayao’s body shuddered as he thrust deeper into Yumi, his cock buried in the tight, unyielding grip of her ass. Each movement sent a surge of electric pleasure coursing through him, his breaths escaping in sharp, uneven bursts. Yumi’s moans wove through the space, low and sultry, her fingers clawing at the sofa as she pressed herself back against him, her body trembling with every thrust. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her hips rocking in rhythm with his, the two of them lost in a world of their own making—until the sharp groan of the front door shattered their reverie.

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