Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch3.[b] Mother & Daughter threesome (Oyakodon)

Tokiko stood in the kitchen, her body trembling from the intense violation she had just endured. The warmth of Hayao’s cum lingered inside her, a visceral reminder of the boundary she had crossed—bent over her own counter, her last virginity claimed by an eighteen-year-old boy. Her dark brown hair clung to her sweat-dampened skin, her amber eyes staring blankly at the wall as shame, guilt, and a twisted thread of pleasure knotted in her chest. 

Before she could find her footing, Hayao reappeared. His presence was a force, filling the room with an authority that made her shrink. Without a word, he seized her wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for refusal. Tokiko’s heart pounded as she stumbled after him, her legs weak beneath her. She assumed they were heading to her bedroom—a space where she might reclaim some semblance of control, or at least privacy. But as they ascended, her stomach twisted with a growing unease.

At the top of the stairs, Hayao veered sharply, dragging her not toward her room but to Minami’s. Tokiko’s breath caught in her throat. “Hayao, no—wait, what are you doing?” Her voice was a fragile plea, barely audible over the thudding of her pulse. The thought of involving her daughter in this nightmare sent a fresh wave of dread crashing over her.

He ignored her, shoving open Minami’s door with a casual brutality. Inside, Minami lay sprawled across her bed, her slender frame still and fragile, her bleached blonde hair fanning out like a halo on the pillow. She was semi-comatose, her body limp from the rough fucking Hayao had given her earlier. Her chest rose and fell shallowly, a testament to her exhaustion. Tokiko’s amber eyes widened in horror. “No, Hayao, please—not here, not with Minami!” Her protest rose, sharper now, but it felt futile against the wall of his intent.

Hayao turned to her, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of determination and something predatory. “This is necessary, Tokiko,” he said, his tone smooth and persuasive, as if explaining a simple truth. “It’s time you and Minami built a better bond. This will bring you closer—trust me.” His hands moved to her blouse, fingers deftly undoing the buttons despite her squirming.

“Hayao, stop! This is wrong—we can’t!” Tokiko’s voice cracked, her hands pushing weakly at his chest. But he was relentless, peeling away her cotton blouse, her skirt, her floral apron—stripping her bare with a methodical precision that left her shivering. Her buxom figure was exposed, her full, rounded curves trembling in the cool air. Her large breasts hung heavily, nipples hardening involuntarily, and the plushness of her thighs quivered as she stood naked before him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice a steel thread cutting through her resistance. Tokiko hesitated, her mind screaming to flee, but his gaze pinned her in place. With a reluctant slowness, she climbed onto the mattress, her movements heavy with dread. Hayao’s hands guided her, positioning her so that her stepdaughter’s head lay upon her generous lap. Her massive breasts dangled just above Minami’s lips, swaying slightly with each shaky breath she took.

Minami stirred beneath her, her eyes fluttering open as consciousness crept back. Her voice was faint, groggy. “Mom? What’s… what’s going on?” Confusion clouded her gaze as it sharpened, taking in the surreal sight—her mother’s naked body hovering over her, Hayao looming nearby with a hunger in his stance.

Before Minami could process it, Hayao moved behind Tokiko. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back until she was on all fours, aligning himself with her still-sensitive entrance. With a single, forceful thrust, he entered her again, his cock stretching her pussy this time, the sensation raw and overwhelming after the earlier assault on her ass. Tokiko gasped, her body lurching forward, her breasts swinging closer to Minami’s face, the nipples brushing her daughter’s lips.

Minami’s eyes widened in shock, a scream tearing from her throat. “Mom! Hayao! What are you doing?!” Her voice was shrill, panicked, her hands flailing weakly as she tried to push herself up, to escape the nightmare unfolding above her. 

But, Tokiko held her stepdaughter's arms down, and her body was still too frail to break free, her strength sapped from Hayao’s earlier conquest.

Hayao’s thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one rocking Tokiko’s body and sending her breasts swaying over Minami’s face. Tokiko’s mind was a storm—pleasure flared hot and unbidden between her legs, clashing with the shame of her daughter witnessing this, the guilt of her own body’s betrayal. 

“Hayao, please,” she begged, her voice trembling, “not in front of Minami—stop!”

He didn’t falter. “This is for your own good,” he said, his tone unwavering. “You and Minami need to connect—really connect. This is how it happens.” There was a dark pulse from the stopwatch at his neck.

The force hit Tokiko like a wave, dulling the sharp edges of her panic. Her protests faded, replaced by a strange, enforced calm. She looked down at Minami, her daughter’s face framed by the heavy swell of her breasts, and an inexplicable urge surged within her—to comfort, to silence, to draw her in. Minami’s scream echoed again, but Tokiko, under the stopwatch’s sway, pressed her breast down, smothering the sound against her soft flesh.

“Shh, Minami,” Tokiko murmured, her voice thick with a mix of coercion and tenderness. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just… just be quiet.” Her hand cradled the back of Minami’s head, holding her firmly against her breast, the nipple pressing into her daughter’s lips.

Minami struggled for a moment, her muffled cries vibrating against Tokiko’s skin, but the stopwatch’s pulse worked its dark magic on her too. The fight drained from her, her body slackening as her wide eyes softened into a dazed acceptance. She stared up at her mother’s breast, the nipple tantalizingly close, and something shifted. She turned her head and slowly, hesitantly, her tongue darted out, brushing against the hardened peak.

Tokiko shuddered, a jolt of electric pleasure shooting through her at the contact. 

“Oh, Minami,” she moaned, her head tipping back, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. The sensation was dizzying—her daughter’s tentative lick igniting a fire that mingled with the relentless rhythm of Hayao’s cock inside her.

Encouraged by her mother’s reaction, Minami grew bolder. Her lips parted further, taking the nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with a growing intensity. Her slender hands rose, trembling, to cup Tokiko’s breasts, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh as she kneaded and nursed. The wet sound of her sucking joined the slap of Hayao’s hips against Tokiko’s, a perverse symphony filling the room.

Hayao watched with a twisted satisfaction, his thrusts deepening, his cock throbbing as he drove into Tokiko. “That’s it, Minami,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Show your mom how much you love her. Make her feel it.”

Tokiko’s mind spun, drowning in sensation. Minami’s mouth on her breast, Hayao’s cock in her pussy, the stopwatch’s pulse thrumming through her—it was too much. Pleasure surged, dark and consuming, eroding the last vestiges of her resistance. She hated how good it felt, how her body arched into Hayao’s thrusts, how her hips shifted to press her breast deeper into Minami’s mouth. Shame gnawed at her, guilt clawed at her heart, but the pleasure overwhelmed it all, a tidal wave she couldn’t escape.

Hayao’s pace quickened, his breath ragged, his hands gripping Tokiko’s hips with bruising force. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice strained with effort. “Both of you are a perfect pair for me.” His thrusts grew erratic, the wet smack of their bodies intensifying as he chased his release.

Tokiko felt it building again, that unbearable pressure coiling tight within her. She looked down at Minami, her daughter’s face buried in her breasts, blonde hair tangled against her skin, and a surge of conflicting emotions—love, desire, despair—pushed her to the edge. 

“Minami, I—I’m going to—” Her words broke into a cry as the orgasm hit, her body convulsing, her walls clenching around Hayao as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

Hayao followed, burying himself deep with a final, savage thrust. His cock pulsed, spilling hot cum inside her once more, a primal groan escaping him as he marked her again. His fingers dug into her flesh, anchoring her as he rode out his climax.

Exhausted, Tokiko collapsed forward, her body slumping over Minami’s. Her daughter continued to suckle, eyes closed in a trance-like contentment, the stopwatch’s influence holding her in its grip. Hayao pulled out slowly, his cock slick with their fluids, and stepped back, surveying the scene—mother and daughter entwined, their bond irrevocably altered.

Now, the air hung heavy, saturated with the musky scent of sweat and sex—a primal, intoxicating aroma that clung to the three of them. Around Hayao’s neck, the stopwatch dangled, its faint pulse a silent metronome to their shared submission, its power weaving an invisible thread through their desires.

She lifted her head from her mother’s breast, the skin there warm and slick beneath her cheek, and turned her gaze to Hayao. Her lips curled into a sneer, a jagged edge of resentment cutting through her hoarse voice.

“You really are a degenerate, Hayao,” she muttered, the words scraping against her raw throat. “Are you happy now? Is this messed-up fantasy of yours finally enough?” Her tone dripped with venom, but her body betrayed her, moving with a will not entirely her own. 

Her tongue flicked out, a quick, instinctive dart that traced the curve of Tokiko’s nipple—a rosy peak still taut from their earlier attentions—before she latched on again, sucking gently. Her eyes fluttered closed, a shudder rippling through her as the act pulled her deeper into the trance she so despised.

Hayao’s lips twisted into a smirk, his dark eyes glinting with a predatory amusement that sent a chill down Minami’s spine. He reclined against the headboard, his broad shoulders relaxed, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. 

“Oh, Minami, I’m more than happy,” he replied, his voice a smooth, confident drawl that seemed to wrap around her like a leash. “But we’re not quite done yet.” 

His gaze shifted to Tokiko, who lay beside him, her body limp and glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her dark brown hair fanned across the pillow, a silken halo framing her flushed face, her amber eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

With a sudden, deliberate motion, Hayao reached over and delivered a firm slap to Tokiko’s plump backside. The sharp crack reverberated through the room, a jolt that snapped her from her reverie. She yelped, a high, startled sound that broke the quiet, her eyes snapping open wide. 

“Darling?” she breathed, her voice soft and questioning, thick with the remnants of their shared ecstasy. Her body tensed, then relaxed, a ripple of anticipation coursing through her as she turned to face him, her curves shifting beneath the sheets.

He leaned in close, his breath hot and teasing against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. “Remember what I promised, Tokiko?” he murmured, his tone low and commanding, a velvet glove over an iron fist. “I said I’d claim your mouth next.” 

The words were a spark, igniting something deep within her, and a slow, sultry smile spread across her lips. The stopwatch pulsed faintly, its influence drowning out any flicker of doubt, leaving only eager compliance in its wake.

“Yes, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation, a husky edge that betrayed her arousal. 

With a grace born of surrender, she disentangled herself from Minami’s and slid off the bed, her voluptuous figure swaying with each step. Her massive breasts bounced, the nipples still hard and sensitive from Minami’s earlier ministrations, and her plush thighs trembled faintly, muscles quivering from the exertion of their tangled passion. She moved like a supplicant approaching an altar, her hair cascading over her shoulders in waves, framing her face as she sank to her knees before him.

Hayao shifted to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide as he settled into position. Tokiko gazed up at him, her amber eyes shimmering with devotion, and leaned forward. Her full lips parted, a soft exhale brushing against him before she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge, then slid down his length with a practiced ease that drew a low groan from his throat. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, a wet, velvet heat that sent a jolt of pleasure through his core.

The young girl, abandoned on the bed, sat up abruptly, her blonde hair a wild halo around her head. Her eyes widened, a storm of confusion and disgust swirling within them. 

“Mom, what are you doing?!” she exclaimed, her voice shrill, piercing the humid air. “Stop it! That’s disgusting—don’t do that in front of me!” 

Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms as her body trembled with frustration, caught between rebellion and the pull of the stopwatch’s power.

The older woman paused, pulling back just enough to glance at her daughter. Her lips glistened, slick with saliva and the faint sheen of Hayao’s arousal, and her eyes carried a serene calm—an eerie tranquility that unsettled Minami further. 

“Minami,” she said gently, as if soothing a child, “I’m Hayao’s sex friend, just like you. This is perfectly normal. We’re both here to please him.” Her voice was maternal, laced with an undercurrent of something darker, something compelled, as if the words were not entirely her own.

Minami’s jaw dropped, her hands shaking as she grappled with the surreal weight of her mother’s response. “Normal?!” she sputtered, her voice trembling with a cocktail of anger and disbelief. “You’re insane! He’s got us both messed up with that stupid stopwatch!” Her words were a desperate cry, but her body betrayed her once more. 

Drawn by the same invisible force that ensnared Tokiko, she slid off the bed and knelt beside her mother, her slender frame a stark contrast to Tokiko’s fuller curves. Her face twisted in annoyance, but her tongue darted out, brushing the base of Hayao’s shaft with a tentative lick, as if testing the waters of her own surrender.

Hayao chuckled, a low, triumphant sound that vibrated through the room, sending a shiver down their spines. “That’s it, Minami,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure, a dark honey that coated his words. “You can’t fight it. You both belong to me.” 

The declaration was a command, reinforced by the stopwatch’s pulse, its influence tightening like a noose around their wills.

The buxom woman resumed her task, her head bobbing as she took him deep into her throat, her lips stretching around his girth. The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, a lewd counterpoint to Hayao’s soft groans. Minami, grudgingly at first, joined in, her tongue tracing along the side of his cock, occasionally dipping lower to lick his balls. Their movements synced in an unspoken rhythm—Tokiko in front, her mouth enveloping him fully, while Minami worked from the side, her licks and sucks growing more fervent despite her earlier protests.

Hayao groaned, his hands resting on their heads, fingers tangling in Tokiko’s dark waves and Minami’s blonde strands. He guided them with a firm grip, pulling them closer as they pleasured him. “Fuck, you’re both perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust, the edges frayed by the intensity of the sensation. The warmth and wetness of their mouths, the contrast of Tokiko’s deep, enveloping heat and Minami’s teasing flicks, drove him wild.

The two women alternated their efforts. Tokiko would pull back, letting her daughter take him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length while the older woman licked the shaft, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other in a fleeting, forbidden touch that sent a thrill through Hayao. Then they’d switch, Minami sucking his balls with a reluctant fervor while Tokiko deep-throated him, the wet sounds of their ministrations mingling with his ragged breaths. The air grew thicker, the scent of arousal a heady fog that clouded their senses.

At times, they both focused on the shaft, their tongues running along either side in tandem, lips meeting at the tip before sliding back down. The sight of mother and daughter working together, their faces flushed and glistening with saliva and pre-cum, was a vision that pushed Hayao to the edge. The stopwatch pulsed faintly, amplifying their submission and his pleasure, ensuring their complete devotion. He could feel the power coursing through him, the control he wielded, and it was intoxicating—a rush that made his pulse race and his breath hitch.

As their double blowjob intensified, Hayao felt his climax building, a tight coil of pressure deep within him. His breaths came faster, his grip on their hair tightening until his knuckles whitened. 

“Get ready,” he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, a raw edge cutting through his usual composure. “I’m going to cum—share it like good girls.”

Tokiko and Minami pulled back slightly, positioning themselves side by side, their mouths open and tongues extended, ready to receive him. Their eyes locked on his cock, their expressions a mix of anticipation and obedience—Tokiko’s serene, Minami’s grudging but compliant. 

Hayao stroked himself a few times, his hand moving rapidly, before he erupted with a guttural groan that echoed off the walls. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering across their faces and tongues. They lapped it up eagerly, their earlier reluctance erased by the stopwatch’s power, even licking each other clean in a display of twisted intimacy that sent a final shudder of pleasure through him.

Spent, Hayao leaned back on the bed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as his chest heaved. “Incredible,” he breathed, the word a sigh of triumph. “You two are great fucktoys.” His voice was a claim, a stake driven into the ground of their shared reality.

The mother-daughter pair crawled back onto the bed, curling up on either side of him, their bodies pressed against his in a tangle of limbs and warmth. The stopwatch’s influence held them fast, their minds quieted, their bond with Hayao—and each other—sealed in the aftermath. The events of the evening had reshaped their relationships, their very identities, molding them to Hayao’s desires. 

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