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Ch.4 The Fruit of Eden (III)

The young man’s lithe frame loomed over Mai, his hips driving forward with a relentless rhythm, his thick cock plunging deep into her slick, trembling pussy. It was perversion in its purest form. 

Each thrust sent a ripple of sensation through Mai’s body, her legs splayed wide, her chest heaving with every labored breath. Her skin glistened with sweat, strands of dark hair plastered to her flushed face, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Beside them, Yumi knelt like a predator savoring her prey, her curvaceous body form tense with excitement, her fingers still dripping from her own arousal as she orchestrated the taboo spectacle unfolding before her.

Yumi leaned in close, her lips brushing against Mai’s ear, her voice a low, venomous whisper laced with perverse delight. 

“You’re nothing but a whore, Mom,” she hissed, her words sharp and deliberate, cutting through the haze of pleasure. “You spread your legs for all those clients at the hostess club, don’t you? Fucking strangers for money—so what’s stopping you now? If you love your son even a little bit, you might as well let him have you. Give him everything.” The accusation hung heavy in the air, a cruel taunt that mingled with the wet sounds of flesh against flesh.

Mai’s eyes fluttered open, a flicker of distress sparking in their depths. Her lips parted as if to protest, but all that escaped was a choked, involuntary moan. Her body, pinned beneath Hayao’s weight, betrayed her—her hips twitched upward to meet his thrusts, a silent confession of the desire she couldn’t suppress. Yumi’s words burrowed into her mind, twisting her emotions into a tangled knot of shame, anger, and something far more dangerous: a growing, undeniable lust.

Yumi’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her gaze flicking to Hayao. “Do it, Hayao,” she urged, her voice thick with encouragement. “Cum inside her. Fill her up. She’s yours now.” She shifted closer, her breath hot against his shoulder. “And don’t worry—I’ll get you hard again, as many times as it takes. We’re going to fuck every hole she has, make her scream for us.” Her promise was a dark vow, dripping with intent, her eyes glinting with a hunger that matched his own.

Hayao groaned, his pace quickening as Yumi’s words fueled his arousal. His hands gripped the older woman’s hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with renewed ferocity. Mai’s distress began to melt away, her displeasure giving way to a hazy, reluctant pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body yielding to the onslaught of sensation. She was losing herself, her mind fogged by the heat of Hayao’s cock stretching her, filling her, and the perverse thrill of Yumi’s taunts.

With a sudden, bold move, Yumi slid her fingers—still glistening with her own juices—from between her thighs and brought them to Mai’s lips. 

“Open your mouth, Mom,” she commanded, her tone both seductive and authoritative. 

Her mother hesitated, her breath catching, but Yumi didn’t wait. She pressed her fingers past Mai’s lips, stuffing them into her mouth with a possessive insistence. Instinct took over, and Mai’s tongue darted out, tasting the tangy, musky essence of her daughter’s arousal. She began to lick, her movements tentative at first, then increasingly erotic, sucking and swirling her tongue around Yumi’s digits as if they were a forbidden delicacy.

Hayao’s eyes locked onto the sight, his imagination igniting. In his mind, it wasn’t Yumi’s fingers the older woman was sucking—it was his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around him, her tongue teasing his length. The fantasy sent a surge of heat through him, his arousal spiking to a fever pitch. His thrusts grew harder, faster, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Mai’s pussy clenched around him, her walls tightening as her own pleasure mounted, spurred on by the depravity of the moment.

“Get your fingers out of her mouth,” Hayao rasped, his voice rough with need, his control fraying at the edges. Yumi obeyed instantly, withdrawing her hand with a slick, audible pop. Before Mai could fully register the loss, Hayao’s mouth crashed down onto hers, claiming her in a kiss that was all fire and desperation. Their tongues met, twisting and tangling in a frenzied dance, the faint taste of Yumi’s arousal still lingering on Mai’s lips. It was a kiss that broke every boundary, a collision of raw desire and forbidden intimacy.

The sensation pushed Hayao over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently. A river of hot, thick cum erupted from him, flooding Mai’s womb in wave after wave of release. The sheer volume of it overwhelmed her, spilling out around him as her own orgasm tore through her. She cried out into his mouth, her body shuddering beneath him, her pussy spasming as she came undone. Their kiss muffled her screams, their tongues still locked together as they rode out the peak of their shared ecstasy.

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Hayao’s young shoulders heaved with exertion, his body still glistening from the climax that had just ripped through him and Mai, his mother, who lay sprawled beneath him, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Beside them, his sister perched like a dark muse, her lovely frame coiled with anticipation, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and raw desire.

Yumi’s voice sliced through the heavy silence, low and teasing, dripping with a perverse delight that sent a shiver down Hayao’s spine. “You know, Hayao,” she murmured, her fingers trailing lazily across his sweat-slicked chest, “as much as I want you to fuck me senseless, right now… watching you fuck our bitch of a mom silly is really turning me on.” Her lips curled into a wicked grin, her giggle soft yet edged with a playful malice that only heightened the surreal atmosphere. The stopwatch continued to spread its seductive influence, its power threading through the room like an invisible current and amplifying every glance, every touch.

Before Hayao could muster a response, Yumi moved with feline grace, her hands sliding down his torso to wrap around his softening cock. She stroked him gently at first, her touch a tantalizing promise, then leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive tip. 

“Let me get you hard again,” she purred, her voice a sultry vow, “I want to see you take her again—make her scream for you.” Her lips enveloped him, warm and insistent, her movements eager yet unpolished, a stark contrast to the scene she’d just orchestrated.

Mai, still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, blinked slowly, her senses sharpening as she took in the incestuous display before her. A spark of jealousy flared in her hazel eyes, her gaze narrowing as Yumi’s mouth worked Hayao’s cock with unabashed enthusiasm. Her breath quickened, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips as her body—still hypersensitive from pleasure—stirred with a mix of envy and reluctant arousal. She shifted on the sofa, her toned legs flexing, her skin flushed a deep crimson that betrayed her inner turmoil.

Yumi caught the shift in Mai’s demeanor and pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening as she smirked. “Looks like Mom’s getting interested,” she teased, her tone light but laced with a sharp edge of challenge. She crawled toward Mai, her movements fluid and predatory, and straddled her waist, pinning her beneath her slight frame. “Don’t worry, Mom. You’ll get your turn again soon enough.”

Her mother’s eyes flashed with defiance, her voice a husky hiss thick with conflicting emotions. “Get off me, you little slut,” she snapped, but Yumi only laughed, leaning down to claim the older woman’s lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Their tongues clashed, a battle of dominance and desire, the air between them crackling with tension. Hayao watched, his cock twitching back to life at the sight, the competitive energy between his sister and mother igniting a fire in his veins.

Yumi broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and turned to Hayao with a glint of determination in her eyes. “Come here, bro,” she commanded, her voice a sultry purr. “Give Mom a show she’ll never forget.” She slid to Mai’s side, her hands guiding Hayao’s slowly hardening cock toward their mother’s mouth. “Suck him, Mom,” she ordered, her tone brooking no dissent. “Show him how much more experienced you are than me.”

Mai’s gaze flicked to Hayao, a storm of resignation and defiance brewing in her eyes. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the remnants of their earlier union, her movements deliberate and skilled. Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her dark hair as she took him deeper, her lips wrapping around him with a precision that left him trembling. Yumi, not to be outdone, leaned in, her tongue tracing an eager path along his shaft, her lips brushing against Mai’s in a chaotic dance of rivalry.

The competitive blowjob unfolded like a fevered dream, Mai’s polished technique clashing with Yumi’s passionate improvisation. Mai’s mouth was a warm, practiced haven, her tongue swirling with expert finesse, while Yumi’s awkward enthusiasm sent jolts of raw sensation through him. Hayao’s body tensed, his muscles flexing as he surrendered to the dual assault, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. 

“Fuck, you’re both incredible,” he rasped, his voice thick with need, his control slipping with every passing second.

Mai pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his with a resigned intensity. “You’re a mother fucker, Hayao,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion, a mix of shame and bitter acceptance. “I’m ashamed to have raised a boy who’d fuck his own family.” 

Her words hung in the air, a stark acknowledgment of the taboo they’d embraced. But before Hayao could respond, her expression shifted, a seductive edge creeping into her gaze. 

“But since you’ve fallen this far,” she continued, her tone dropping to a challenging purr, “you might as well fuck me harder. I can see now that you really are Daigo’s son.” She glared at Yumi, her voice sharpening. “And you, you vile minx—watch and learn.”

Hayao’s pulse quickened, her dare igniting a primal urge within him. Mai shifted beneath him, her hands cupping her heavy, firm breasts and pressed them together, enveloping his cock in a tight, warm embrace. She began to move, her movements expert and fluid, a titty fuck that showcased her professional prowess. Each time the tip of his cock peeked out from between her breasts, she licked it with a deft flick of her tongue, sending shivers racing down his spine. Yumi, undeterred, focused on his balls, her tongue lapping at them with an awkward but endearing fervor, her inexperience a stark contrast to Mai’s mastery.

Hayao’s hands gripped Mai’s shoulders, his senses overwhelmed by the differences between their bodies. Mai’s form was firmer, her muscles taut beneath her skin, a testament to her disciplined regimen at the gym, while Yumi’s softer curves lingered in his memory, a gentler contrast. The feel of Mai’s toned flesh under his fingers, the way her breasts pressed against him with unyielding strength, heightened his arousal, each sensation distinct and intoxicating.

Hers was truly a body that had been sculpted by years of dedication at the gym

The beautiful older woman’s voice broke through the haze, wistful and tinged with memory. “Your dick… it’s just like your father’s. I eed you to cum for Mommy… Can you do that, darling?” 

The comment struck Hayao like a spark to dry tinder, a surge of jealousy flaring in his chest. His tempo quickened, his thrusts between her breasts growing more forceful, a need to claim her, driving him harder. Mai moaned softly, her body responding to his intensity, her nipples hardening under her own teasing fingers.

The stopwatch’s influence pulsed faintly in the background, a silent orchestrator of their descent, blurring the lines between desire and taboo. Hayao’s climax loomed, his cock throbbing between Mai’s breasts, Yumi’s tongue still teasing his balls, the competitive fervor between mother and daughter pushing him to the edge.

With a guttural groan, he came, his release spilling across Mai’s chest in hot, thick spurts, a testament to the storm of sensation they’d unleashed. Mai’s eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and surrender, while Yumi watched, her own arousal simmering, her lips parted in a silent gasp. 

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