Chapter 64: Chapter 23

Seijirou’s strong hands gripped Aiko’s shoulders, guiding her backward with a firm push until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.

She tumbled onto the soft mattress, her bathrobe loosening slightly from the fall, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts.

He loomed over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow in the dim lamplight of her bedroom, eyes dark with raw hunger as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips to pin her in place.

Aiko’s heart pounded in her chest, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through her—guilt twisting like a knife in her gut as she thought of Suzune, her sweet daughter who adored this very man with innocent, wide-eyed love.

How could she do this? Betray her own flesh and blood by spreading her legs for Seijirou once again, letting him claim her body once more while Suzune slept soundly on another room, oblivious to the forbidden heat building between her mother and the man she loves?

But even as the shame burned her cheeks, a darker comfort slithered in: she had found him first.

Their nights of sweaty, desperate fucking had come long before Suzune’s puppy-love crush.

Seijirou’s cock had plunged into her pussy countless times, stretching her wide and filling her with his hot cum, marking her as his in ways her daughter could never understand.

It was her right, her secret history, to relive that possession now.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his mouth hot and demanding against hers.

Aiko moaned softly into him, her hands instinctively rising to clutch at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as their tongues met in a slick, urgent tangle.

Seijirou’s fingers worked slowly at the tie of her bathrobe, pulling the knot loose with deliberate care, savoring the way the fabric parted inch by inch.

The robe fell open, revealing her naked body beneath—no bra, no panties, just smooth skin flushed with arousal and the faint scent of her recent shower clinging to her curves.

His kiss trailed from her mouth to her jaw, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there before moving lower, sucking on the pulse point of her neck.

Aiko arched her back, pressing her heavy tits against his chest, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that begged for attention.

"Seijirou," she whispered breathlessly, her voice laced with both plea and warning, but he only hummed in response, his hands sliding the robe fully off her shoulders, baring her completely to his gaze.

He pulled back just enough to drink her in—her wide hips, the soft swell of her belly from years of motherhood, the dark thatch of curls between her thighs already glistening with her wetness.

Guilt flickered again in Aiko’s mind once more, imagining Suzune’s excited face earlier in the kitchen, handing over those condoms with a blush, unaware that her mother had already tasted the forbidden fruit with the same man.

But the thought dissolved as Seijirou’s mouth descended on her breast, his lips closing around one nipple to suck hard, tongue flicking over the bud while his hand kneaded the other, pinching and rolling until she gasped.

Aiko’s pussy throbbed with need, slick heat pooling as she spread her legs wider, inviting him closer.

She comforted herself once more: this was before Suzune, when Seijirou had been hers alone, pounding into her from behind in stolen moments, his balls slapping against her ass as he growled her name.

Now, with the house quiet and dinner long finished, she could steal him back, if only for tonight.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him up for another kiss, deeper this time, her tongue thrusting into his mouth with a hunger that matched his own.

Seijirou broke the kiss with a low groan, shedding his shirt in one fluid motion to reveal the chiseled planes of his chest and abs, a pinnacle of athletic physique one can only achieve through genetics and intense training.

He ground his hips against hers, the hard length of his cock pressing through his shorts against her bare mound, making her clit pulse with every teasing rub.

"You want this, Aiko?" he murmured against her ear, voice gravelly, one hand dipping between her legs to stroke her wet folds, fingers circling her entrance before pushing one inside, curling to hit that spot that made her whimper.

"Yes...I need it..." she breathed, hips bucking up to meet his touch, guilt fading under the wave of pleasure.

She had him first—his thick cock splitting her open, his cum dripping down her thighs—and that truth anchored her as she reached for his shorts, eager to free him and feel him bury himself deep inside her once more.

Aiko’s fingers fumbled as she tugged at his zipper, her breath coming in short pants while his finger pumped steadily inside her pussy, slick sounds filling the air between them.

He added a second finger, stretching her walls with a deliberate twist, thumb pressing firm circles over her swollen clit.

Her body responded instantly, juices coating his hand as she clenched around him, the guilt about Suzune pushed to the back of her mind like an unwelcome shadow.

Seijirou withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth to suck her taste clean, his eyes locked on hers with that predatory gleam.

"So fucking wet. As expected, your body was really trained for me," he growled, shoving his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one rough motion.

His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum that glistened in the low light.

It bobbed heavily as he kicked off his pants, fully naked now, his muscular thighs flexing as he positioned himself between her spread legs.

Aiko’s gaze dropped to his erection, memories flooding her—how it had felt the first time he’d fucked her, and they’d fucked raw and urgent against the kitchen counter while Suzune was at school, his hips slamming forward until he flooded her with his seed.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking from base to tip, feeling it twitch in her grip.

"This thing has just been inside my daughter..." she whispered, her voice husky, guiding him toward her entrance.

The taboo thrill sharpened her arousal; the condoms she had given her daughter were actually bought by her almost a year ago, it remained mostly unused because Seijirou didn’t care about protection, always wanting to do it raw.

And Aiko never really tried to refuse, letting Seijirou do whatever he wants with her.

Now, she wanted him bare, just like before, claiming her completely.

And he didn’t make her wait.

Seijirou notched his cock at her pussy lips, rubbing the head through her folds to coat himself in her wetness before thrusting in with one powerful stroke.

Aiko cried out, her walls gripping him tight as he buried himself to the hilt, balls pressing against her ass.

He paused there, grinding deep, letting her adjust to his girth while he captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans.

Then he started moving, pulling out halfway and driving back in, setting a rhythm that had the bed creaking under them.

Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him closer, deeper.

Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her core, his cock dragging along her sensitive spots, hitting that bundle of nerves that made her vision blur.

Aiko’s tits bounced with every impact, and Seijirou leaned down to latch onto one nipple again, sucking hard while his hand gripped her hip, fingers bruising her skin.

"Mine," he muttered against her flesh, the word vibrating through her as he pounded harder, the slap of his skin against hers echoing in the room.

Guilt tried to resurface—visions of Suzune’s trusting smile, the way she’d giggled about how Seijirou heroically saved her earlier—but Aiko shoved it away, focusing on the stretch of his cock inside her, the way he filled her so perfectly.

Her body has been trained perfectly by Seijirou to respond to his touch, long before her daughter entered the picture.

Her pussy fluttered around him, building toward release, and she raked her nails down his back, leaving red trails that would mark him tomorrow.

Seijirou’s pace quickened, his breaths ragged as he chased his own peak.

He shifted his angle, grinding his pubic bone against her clit with each plunge, and Aiko shattered first—her orgasm crashing over her in waves, pussy spasming as she clamped down on his cock, soaking him with her cum.

"Seijirou!" she gasped, biting his shoulder to muffle her scream, body arching off the bed.

He followed seconds later, groaning low as his cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her.

He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop until he collapsed over her, both of them slick with sweat.

As their breathing slowed, he stayed buried inside, pressing lazy kisses to her neck.

Aiko’s mind cleared slowly, the afterglow mixing with a fresh pang of remorse, but for now, in the warmth of his body, she let herself pretend this was right—that some part of him would always be hers, no matter what Suzune believed.

Just then, Seijirou leaned back, his eyes still burning with desire.

"One more."

Aiko weakly nodded. She knew one round would be far from enough to satisfy him.

Outside the room, Suzune was on the floor, shocked at the relationship of Seijirou and her mom, and also shocked at what she had done.

She stared at the wet floor, and at her hands holding her groin, her eyes widened in shock and guilty pleasure.

’Fuck,’ she whispered.

She had watched for a long time how Seijirou would fuck many women that she actually felt like she became a cuckqueen, enjoying the pleasure of seeing the man she loves pounding another.

Even if it’s her own mother.

"I’m fucked up...."