Just for a Moment, Let Me Use Mom's Pussy

An arcade.

It's a strange place.

"Satoshi-kun."

Akira looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"Is it not magnificent?"

"Huh?"

"Look at all these incredible games! Although I am a devotee of RPGs and dating sims, these arcade games are also quite delightful!"

He looked around the room with a genuinely excited expression.

As for me?

Honestly, I didn't find it all that interesting.

After all, isn't this a place where data fragments like my former self are sacrificed solely for their entertainment?

I let out a sigh and walked inside.

Electronic sounds echoed from every direction.

Gunshots, explosions, victory fanfares, and defeat sound effects.

The defeat sound effects, in particular, grated on my nerves, reminding me of my recent past as a game character.

With dozens of games crammed into a single space, it was dizzying.

"What I recommend is..."

I followed Akira around the arcade for a bit.

It seemed he was quite interested in these kinds of games, not just home video games.

Leaving him to play a fighting game, I wandered around a bit more.

Come to think of it, where was Nanami?

She was in the claw machine section set up separately at the back.

She was staring intently at a penguin plushie with a serious expression.

"Should I try to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get one for you?"

"Really? Yes, please."

Whir, whir, clack.

Chime!

"Ah!"

The claw grabbed the plushie, but released it halfway up.

I had Satoshi's memories of this. The owner had rigged it.

The claw's grip would only strengthen after a certain number of attempts.

"I really wanted that one. What a shame," Nanami muttered.

Suddenly, a stubborn streak flared up inside me.

Just one more time.

Ugh.

One more time!

"Let's stop now," Nanami said.

"Just one last try."

And this was truly the last one.

The penguin plushie I had been targeting since earlier seemed to be mocking me.

Whir, whir, squeeze.

It grabbed it!

Perfect timing.

"Ah! It's coming up. Oh, oh... Yes!"

Nanami, watching from the side, was even more thrilled than I was.

Nice. I had a feeling it would work this time.

"Thank you, Satoshi."

"Huh? I never said I was giving it to you."

"..."

I held out the plushie to her as she puffed out her cheeks in a pout.

"Just kidding."

"Hehe, thank you! ♡"

How could this girl have been a delinquent who ruled the school?

She definitely had a cute side.

"Urgh!"

Suddenly, an annoyed voice echoed from the far end of the arcade.

It was a very familiar voice.

The person who soon came into view was... Mio.

What is she doing here?

Let's just pretend I didn't see her and leave.

Right at that moment, Akira walked into the room looking for me.

"Satoshi-kun! Are you in here?"

His voice rang out quite loudly, coinciding perfectly with a brief lull in the arcade's noise.

Hearing it, Mio also looked in our direction.

Our eyes met, but she ignored me and turned back to the claw machine she had been staring at.

Yeah, that's much easier for me too.

"Sato!"

I turned my head as someone called out my last name again.

But it seemed they weren't calling for me this time.

A fairly tall, handsome guy brushed past me.

Well, it is a common name...

Wait, what's going on over there?

I turned my head to see the man greeting Mio.

Mio's face was bright red.

Anyone looking at her could tell she had feelings for him.

In Satoshi's memories, she had never made such a submissive, feminine face.

But the man was either oblivious to it, or pretending to be, as he treated her with casual familiarity.

You two should definitely date!

I'm rooting for you.

"Did you see someone you know?" Akira asked.

"Ah, no. Let's go."

On the way home, after parting ways with them, I stopped by an adult toy store alone.

It was packed with various items that I had never seen in the game.

A woman stocking the shelves struck up a conversation with me.

"Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Yes. I'm looking for a gift for my girlfriend..."

"Ah, for beginners, I highly recommend this product."

What she showed me was an egg-shaped vibrator.

I knew what it was.

You insert it into the pussy, turn on the switch, and the vibrations stimulate it.

But that wasn't what I wanted.

"What about that one?"

"Oh? That one is... well, it's usually recommended for those who are more experienced..."

What I was pointing to was a dildo-style vibrator that was surprisingly thick and long.

It was slightly smaller than my own dick, but just the right size.

"It's fine. I'll take that one."

"Understood. Shall I gift-wrap it for you?"

"Ah, could you pack it in a shipping box? I plan to send it via courier."

"Of course. Please step this way."

That item...

Was a gift for my mother.

The next day.

Everyone had left for work and school, leaving only Yui and me at home.

Despite what happened yesterday, neither of us let it show.

I could tell Yui was intentionally acting friendlier to make things seem normal.

But our relationship can never go back to the way it was, Mom.

I stood on the second floor, staring out the window.

I had nothing to do, but more than anything, I was waiting for someone...

Right on cue, I saw the person I was waiting for approaching in the distance.

Good, it's time.

"Mom, I'm heading to the academy."

"Okay. Have a safe trip."

I said goodbye to Yui and stepped outside.

Then, I slipped into the alleyway behind the house to watch.

He arrived.

The delivery courier.

In his hands was the package I had sent from the convenience store yesterday.

Since I paid for scheduled express delivery, it arrived right on time.

When the courier knocked on the door, Yui came out.

I saw her tilt her head in confusion for a moment, but she soon accepted the package and went back inside.

Since I had left the sender's name blank, she wouldn't know who sent it.

However, her name was printed clearly as the recipient.

She would open it to see what it was soon enough.

How much time had passed?

I quietly turned the key, opening the front door without making a sound, and slipped inside.

Yui was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

It was obvious where she would be.

The bedroom.

A time when no one else was home.

A package delivered specifically to her name.

And the shaft-style vibrator inside the box.

I had set the trap.

And she had walked right into it.

"Haah, ahh... ♡"

Bzzzzzz.

Just like last time, I cracked open the bedroom door I had previously tampered with, and her moans along with the buzzing of the vibrator immediately leaked out.

That's right.

You are a sex-starved woman.

There was no way you would let this opportunity pass.

Just as expected, she was thrusting that thick dildo-style vibrator into her pussy, losing herself in the pleasure.

Squelch, squelch.

"Haah, ah... ♡"

With the vibrator lodged inside her pussy, her hands were free, and she used them to pinch and pull at her nipples.

Her pink nipples stretched under her fingers, but the pleasure far ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outweighed the pain, causing her moans to grow louder.

Yesterday, she hadn't masturbed.

Because of her promise to me.

She must have resolved, as a mother, not to do such things.

But today, she fell into my trap.

"There's no one home."

"I won't get caught."

Driven by that psychology, she had once again turned into a female animal, stuffing her pussy.

Bzzzzzzzz!

"Haaah, ahhh!! ♡ Haa-aaah! ♡"

She had turned the vibrator's speed to the maximum.

Cranking it to the max already—that was faster than I expected.

"I'm... going... ♡ Ah, I'm coming! ♡"

Creak.

"Uh... Ah!"

Thud!

Right before she could climax, I pushed the door open and stumbled inside.

My pants were half-pulled down, exposing my erect dick.

"Kyaaa!"

"Ah!! Mom. I'm sorry. Ah!!!"

Our eyes met as she stared at me in shock.

She immediately pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and switched it off.

Then, she scrambled to cover her body with the blanket.

"Mom... I'm so sorry... *sob*..."

I started crying again.

This tactic worked surprisingly well.

It was a useful trick from Satoshi's childhood memories.

"H-how? Weren't you at the academy?"

"I forgot my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠workbook, so I came back... but then I heard a strange sound... *sob*..."

"This... Yes! Mom thought there was absolutely no one home..."

"I didn't know you would lie to me, Mom."

When I looked at her with a resentful gaze, she panicked.

"I'm sorry. Mom was just so lonely..."

"..."

"Please stand up. Forgive your mother."

As I stood up, I let my pants drop completely to the floor.

My dick throbbed, standing rock-hard.

As I stared at her with my erect shaft, she immediately averted her eyes.

"It got like this again because of you, Mom, so this time, please relieve it yourself."

"H-how could I..."

I approached her and whispered.

"If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you just make this go down, I'll forgive you."

She stared at my erect dick.

Just this much was enough.

Even a light suggestion like this could sufficiently lower her common sense.

"I understand. Mom was in the wrong, so just this once..."

I stepped closer to her.

As I—or rather, my massive dick—approached, her eyes widened.

I brought my dick right up to her nose.

Only then did she wrap her hand around my shaft.

It was warm.

With her slender fingers gripping my dick, I felt like I could cum at any second.

But I had to hold back.

My goal today wasn't a handjob.

She slowly began to stroke my dick.

Even though she had no real technique and was just stroking it, it felt incredibly good.

Soon, pre-cum beaded at the tip of my glans.

"Mom, I think it'll be over quickly if you suck it."

She was startled by my words, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded.

Opening her mouth, she stuck out her small tongue.

Lick.

She licked up the pre-cum at the tip of my glans.

Her face flushed red, and perhaps thinking she needed to get this over with quickly, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my dick.

Slurp, slurp.

"Ah! Mom, your mouth feels so good. It's warm."

"Mmph! Mmmph."