Hoaran's Shamanism Lesson (8)
Fuck, what the hell do I do about this?
On my way to the lakeside to grab my clothes, I heard someone calling my name—"Hanjo, Hanjo"—so I followed the sound, wondering what was up. That's when I walked in on Hoaran masturbating.
She was calling my name over and over, begging to be fucked deep by my cock, fingering her pussy the whole time. When I saw that...
I could only stand there like an idiot, staring at her.
I mean, it was fucking hot as hell.
She had her back against a tree, plunging her fingers into her pussy while moaning my name. Instead of thinking "what the fuck do I do," my first instinct was "worry about that later, just watch for now." Seemed pretty natural to me.
But when she locked eyes with me right after squirting like crazy in orgasm—panting hard, her face all satisfied like a stuffed fox, tails swishing wildly—I thought, oh shit.
Anyway, that same Hoaran.
The one who hadn't noticed me at all while lost in her pleasure, fingering her pussy like mad, now covered her face with her palms and muttered,
"...I want to die."
Yeah, I got that. I'd felt the same way when she caught me jerking off.
"Kill this lady. Please..."
I'd wanted someone to just choke me out and end it right then.
The emotions she was feeling were exactly like what I'd gone through just yesterday. I could almost sympathize.
But...
"Before that, maybe pull your skirt down first..."
I wasn't sure if I should say it, but I got the embarrassment—she needed to fix that skirt hiked up to her waist.
Her panties shoved aside, her pussy soaked and glistening with juices...
Honestly, it was turning me on so bad my cock was throbbing like crazy, so yeah, cover that shit up first.
Hearing me, she finally pulled her skirt down with a swish—and then froze for a few seconds.
Suddenly, she shot to her feet.
And started marching off.
Toward the lake.
What the—?
That's when I realized she was heading straight into the water. I freaked and chased after her.
"W-wait a sec! Where are you going?"
"Don't stop me, Hanjo. This lady... this lady has no will to live anymore..."
She's seriously gonna kill herself?
I got the humiliation, but it wasn't that bad. There's a huge difference between dying of shame and actually dying.
"Hold on, Mother."
"'Twas short, but a fine bond. Stay healthy, Hanjo. From the afterlife, I shall pray for thy bright future."
I grabbed her arm as she prayed bullshit like that and tried to dive in, but there was no way I could physically stop her.
She dragged me along into the water until it lapped at my feet.
She was dead serious about dunking herself and drowning.
For me, it ended at ultimate embarrassment. For her, it was clearly worse than death.
What do I do?
How the fuck do I handle this?
Brainstorming like mad, I finally said,
"H-hey, so what? Everyone gets caught jerking off sometimes. Happened to me too, right? We each saw once, so we're even. No need to die over it..."
"This is a different matter entirely. Moreover, 'twas this lady's womanhood. And thou... saw it all, didst thou not? Even if we've forged parent-child bonds, showing such a place to a man... this is... another issue altogether. This lady cannot endure such shame..."
Fuck.
That didn't work.
Need another angle.
Another way...
"I-it's more common than you think? Parents and kids seeing each other like that? Not full-on masturbation, but still, we're even, so let's move past it. Nothing weird about it anyway."
Not a total lie.
Kids bathe with parents and see dicks and pussies all the time.
Of course, that's when they're little—not with a grown-ass adult like me.
But anyway, back in the day, everyone did it.
I never did since I had no parents, but whatever—it's normal kid stuff.
With that "everyone does it" tactic, she paused and stared at me blankly.
Golden eyes.
Tears welling at the corners.
This ancient adult, who'd lived way longer than me, was crying from shame.
Speechless, I just stared back until she spoke.
"...Treat not this lady as a fool. Such things happen only in innocent childhood, do they not?"
She knew.
And with that, she started toward the lake again.
My arm, still gripping hers to stop her, dragged me in knee-deep now.
Needed something else.
Ah.
"No, really, it's no big deal. Just the other day, Mother Lilith and I saw everything too. Look at me—I'm all grown up, and it still happened."
We were drunk and fucked up, sure.
And she chewed me out hard the next day.
But not a lie.
She halted abruptly.
Turned to look at me.
"...Is that true?"
Yeah, true.
Lilith and I had seen it all.
Hell, she'd jerked me off to eight orgasms in a row, and she'd even made me check if she was a virgin.
I knew damn well this wasn't "normal" parent-kid stuff, but to stop her suicide attempt over getting caught masturbating, this was all I had.
"For real. I can swear on it."
Her face flushed bright red as she pondered.
"C-could it be... Hanjo, surely Lilith that wench didn't..."
Seeing everything.
To her, with her idea of mother-son bonds, that sounded impossible.
So yeah, I could guess what she was thinking.
"No, nothing like that. Anyway, seeing a pussy or cock isn't a big deal, so calm down."
She hesitated, then shook her head.
"...But Hanjo. This lady... used thee for... that deed. And moreover, this lady... this lady... with thy undergarments... even so..."
Stammering like that, I shrugged.
"Could happen."
I'd jerked off with Lilith's panties too. And she'd caught me.
"Besides, you couldn't help it, right?"
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
Eyes glazed over.
Now I knew where I'd seen that look before.
All those non-human chicks hunting for a dispenser—for me.
Half-lidded eyes, faces deep in heat.
I'd never imagined Hoaran like that, so it hadn't clicked, but she was exactly the same.
So.
I said it.
"Heat season, right? Happens."
Gumiho, yokai.
Didn't know the details, but like werebeasts—heat cycles make sense.
Explained everything I'd seen.
Some horny kid jumps people without even being in heat. Hoaran just masturbated solo without hurting anyone—that's tame.
Thinking of me while she did it?
Plenty of bitches fucked me to end their heat. No biggie.
Point is...
This was no reason for her to off herself.
Especially...
"Mother, if you die like this, I'll be the asshole who couldn't stop you. That cool with you?"
"......"
She started to reply, then sighed deeply.
"...Forgive me. This lady... thought only of herself..."
"Nah, it's fine. Happens. Anyway, let's get out. You're soaked."
We already were.
But not just water.
Wouldn't say that, though—she'd dive back in to ascend or whatever.
Before another suicide drama, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out.
She followed meekly, no resistance.
Even on shore, she kept glancing at me, shoulders slumped.
Obvious why.
"Still not over it?"
She'd stopped mid-masturbation when our eyes met, but yeah, she needed more.
Her heat wasn't done.
She nodded without a word.
Spot on.
"S-sorry, but leave me alone a bit. This lady... will handle it myself."
Looking up pitifully, she sighed. Her breath smelled sweet, like honey.
"A-and... sorry, but could I... return this later...?"
She clutched my torn-up underwear tight.
"Nah."
I gripped her hand harder.
"L-let go! Right now, this lady is..."
Panicking, I cut her off.
"Mother, you know my job, right?"
"Wh-what nonsense is this all of a sudden?"
Not nonsense.
"Anyway. You know."
"I do. Dispenser at that institution Lilith manages, aye? What of it..."
"Then why ask."
I tugged her hand gently.
"Trust your pro son."
I was an expert at this.
47 reviews total.
Five stars across the board, 100% satisfaction. Heat-relief specialist.
Packed with a monster cock.
"Pros handle this best."
"I-is it not... too heavy...?"
She asked timidly, perched on my lap.
"Nope. Not at all."
True.
She felt weightless. Like no mass at all. Should feel something, but nada.
Still got that power boost from before?
Would need tests later.
But strength's always good.
Relieved, she fidgeted.
"Th-then, good... Anyway..."
She huddled on my lap, mumbling.
"Is this position not... too indecent?"
Was it?
"A-and... it's... touching..."
Oh, that.
Her on my lap, my raging hard-on poking her ass through our clothes. Obvious.
But right now, I was in pro mode. Dispenser only.
Her ass felt amazing through the fabric—super hot—but separate from that, I was dead serious.
My boner against her wasn't intentional.
"Don't worry. Ignore it. Can't help it."
Been hard non-stop since the other day. Would've happened anyway from the horniness.
"I-is that so...?"
Still blushing despite my reassurances. Felt kinda novel.
Unlike the non-human girls I'd seen—heat-mad, no shame.
Most stripped on entry, spread their pussies begging to be fucked, or yanked my pants down to suck me off.
First time seeing someone this embarrassed over a clothed cock-ass bump.
But whatever.
Not the point now.
Her tension was making her huddle up, tails bristled—total cockblock.
This tense, she wouldn't relax enough.
"Mother."
"Y-yes?"
"Breathe steady. Think of it as casual. Really no big deal."
"A-aye."
She exhaled, calming a bit. Tails swaying slowly. Better.
"First, one question."
"...Ask."
Looking more composed, I asked,
"Normally, in heat, how do you handle it?"
"Th-that..."
Fuck.
Her tails puffed up, smothering my face in fluffy softness. Nice feel, but blinded.
"M-must I... say it...?"
Couldn't see her embarrassed face.
Poking out from the tails, I replied,
"Gotta. Even pros need details to help."
"I-it's... true..."
"Don't be shy. Think of it as therapy. Like talking to a doctor."
"That's... a bit different..."
"Close enough."
She sighed weakly, then spoke.
"...Normally, in heat, this lady does no such thing. Truly...!"
"Yeah, normally."
"...With hands, on my breasts, nipples... and around the privates."
So, solved by masturbation.
Heats vary.
Some need male seed, some fade with time. All sorts.
Hers seemed fixable with just sexual release. Lucky.
Easier than most.
Then she continued,
"And... two days ago... started using fingers."
"...Huh?"
Fingers?
Two days ago?
Recalling her masturbation: nose in my panties, fingers pistoning her pussy wildly.
And that was her first time fingering?
"...Mother, one more."
"Again...? What now...?"
She was answering obediently now, after my pep talk. Good.
"Sorry to pry, but how much experience you got?"
Her ears perked, then drooped.
"Ex-experience...?"
"With guys. Don't need numbers, just how much."
"Wh-what numbers?! Speak not such filth...! This lady, this lady..."
She groaned, then stammered,
"N-none... This lady has... never... experienced it even once..."
None.
Suddenly it all clicked: her extreme shyness, the suicide over masturbation.
Hoaran, who'd lived centuries—basic 120+ years, shaman expert, one of the twenty-two heroes.
At least a hundred, easy.
And a virgin.
No way.
Why are all my moms virgins?