Intercourse (1)
Swish, swish…
The man’s nose gently brushed across the woman’s mound. Not only her temperament, but even the plump, inviting flesh of her sex was soft and welcoming. From within it rose the sweet floral scent of a female mixed with sweat, and a faint, lingering trace of urine.
“Heh. So even Mother’s body can produce a scent like this.”
“Th-that’s because you told me not to wash today!”
Darin felt mortified under the gaze of the son who had burrowed into her arms and was staring straight at her private place as if he meant to bore a hole through it. Of course she would smell down there if she wasn’t allowed to clean herself after relieving herself—yet he had to go and point it out so bluntly…
She was already struggling enough; the added humiliation only left her feeling hurt. And yet the more she was shamed, the more her nipples seemed to stiffen of their own accord, leaving her in an awkward bind.
Had she always been the sort of wanton woman who took pleasure in masochistic sex? She had never felt anything of the kind when she shared a bed with her husband. It was simply strange.
“I don’t mind it. I like it, in fact. Anything that is Mother’s scent is welcome.”
Kael, it seemed, rather enjoyed it. Well, among women Darin had always been a fragrant girl who carried the scent of tangerines. For a man, the idea that such a perfect woman might also give off the raw smell of a female would only serve as further stimulation.
Flushed with embarrassment, Darin bit her lip and tried to cover her breasts and sex with her hands. Kael would not allow it.
“Why hide something so pretty?”
He caught both of the girl’s slender wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. With his free hand he began to knead the two swollen mountains with stubborn persistence.
“They’re like fruit. The color is lovely, and so soft…”
I want to take a bite. With that thought he closed his mouth over her right nipple. Darin gave a small, involuntary shudder at the strange sensation. The feeling of her nipple being rolled about inside the man’s hot, wet mouth was uncanny.
“Ah—Kael, i-it hurts!”
Before long he was sucking hard enough to pull the nipple taut, and the ache became sharp. She tried to twist free, but with both arms restrained the effort was useless. All she could do was glare resentfully at the son who was steadily biting and chewing at her breast.
Perhaps feeling a twinge of guilt for having taken his pleasure first, Kael soon began to lick the areola with a gentler tongue. He soothed and massaged the whole breast, sucking and then chewing at will.
Only when the right nipple was swollen and puffy did he shift his face to the left. The other side he mauled with a rough, bread-kneading grip.
“Ah—nngh! Haaah!”
Pain and pleasure arrived in alternating waves; even though nothing was touching her sex, the space between her legs grew wet. Noticing, her son moved the hand that had been working her breasts down to caress her gently below. Slippery fluids soaked his fingers thoroughly.
Truly a woman of abundant waters—like a succubus born to take a man inside her.
“Ah, it hurts, Kael.”
“It seems the pleasure outweighs the pain, though?”
“…No.”
“Lying again.”
Kael lifted his lips from the stiff nipple and stared openly between his mother’s legs. Just as he thought—she only said those things with her mouth. Down below, lewd fluids were already dripping freely. Foolish of her; in this state such denials carried no persuasive power at all.
“How strange. Does that mean Mother is the sort of peculiar woman who soaks her lower half whenever she is in pain?”
“N-no, that isn’t—”
Unable to form a proper reply, Darin simply hung her head. The beast watched his female’s flustered state with a smile of pure enjoyment. Then he began to bury a finger into the glistening, colorless crack.
“Ah!?”
“This wet, and you still claim you aren’t a lewd woman? Looking at how you came to me today without even underwear, wearing only a negligee… it seems you prepared quite thoroughly to seduce me.”
It was a misunderstanding. She had simply thought that if anything stained her panties it would be even more humiliating. And if they were going to be stripped off anyway, what was the point of putting them on?
“Haa—haah.”
But the answer only spun uselessly inside her head. Pleasure left her no room to answer her son’s questions. She was too busy surrendering herself completely to the rapture in order to forget the misery.
If only he would stop saying such shameful things, finish quickly, and leave her alone…
He felt the faintly dissatisfied gaze she turned on him. The man gave a thin, airless smile and devoted himself to sucking on the woman’s red tongue.
“Tsuup… chup… chup…”
The vermilion-haired girl’s lips grew wet with her own blood’s saliva. A thin, transparent thread stretched lewdly from her delicate chin.
His hard tongue thrust all the way into her throat, chewing, tearing, and greedily sweeping through her mouth as it pleased.
The savage kiss made it hard to keep her balance. Before she knew it, large hands were supporting her waist and back, lifting her until she was nestled snugly in her son’s arms.
I’m the mother, and yet I’m…
Being treated like a baby by her own son wounded her pride, yet she did not voice even that complaint. Once she had given her body, her son became more docile than anyone. There was no need to provoke his temper for nothing.
“Haa… haa…”
Darin panted, trying to catch her breath. Every time she kissed her son the intensity was something she still could not grow used to; she had nowhere to put herself.
It was as relentless and rough as a great beast coveting a tiny doe. And yet the gentleness that slipped through now and then was both welcome and unpleasant.
Even while kissing his mother, Kael continued to knead her soft flesh. His hands were so large that with one alone he could pull both nipples taut at once.
“Auuugh!?”
Her body trembled with pain, yet the way the tips of her nipples rubbed together was not entirely unpleasant. When he gripped them and gave a sly twist…
“Kyaaah!?”
The woman, at a loss, began to cling even more tightly to the man, caressing her own body. Kael did not miss the chance; he slipped his free hand between her thighs.
Squelch.
Inside the parted slit the sticky flesh opened and caressed his finger. He slowly worked the entrance, and with each wet sound sour fluids trickled out.
The thick outer lips opened and closed again and again. Once, twice. The clean pink hole that showed no sign of use stretched its little mouth noisily and made lewd sounds.
“You mustn’t rest your mouth.”
The man’s request as he cupped her chin was earnest. Without thinking Darin opened her lips again and tangled her tongue with her son’s. The heavy, thick voice of a beast digging into her ear sent shivers through her.
Why was she growing so wet down there?
She hadn’t taken any aphrodisiac—so why?
Had the first coupling been so intense that her body was responding of its own accord?
Darin thought about it and simply did not know.
Still, if she had to mix her body with him by force, it would only be more miserable if she felt nothing good. So this was better. Feeling a dog-like gratitude toward the son who was at least considering her, she simply surrendered herself to the pleasure.
Darin knew perfectly well that the excitement she was feeling was wrong—morally, ethically, in every way.
But if even this became pure torment, how was she supposed to endure the situation?
“Mother, look at this. Your cunt is chewing so deliciously, isn’t it?”
“Nngh…!”
“A woman this beautiful, this wet and lovely below—how is a son supposed to leave you alone?”
You were simply too lovely and pretty; I couldn’t help myself. The cruel reproach made resentment well up in Darin. You damned bastard—is that really something you say while devouring your own parent?
Whether his mother sent him a gaze full of resentment or not, the finger that had invaded between her legs only pushed deeper, past the cervix.
Without drugs, he had to soak her thoroughly inside so that his precious woman would not be hurt. He pressed the remaining fingers against the plump flesh around the entrance, and at that warmth the hole fluttered rapidly.
Stroke, stroke. Thrust, thrust!
He gently rubbed around the hole, then mercilessly drove his middle finger into the center. The soft inner flesh clung stickily to the thick knuckle and sucked it in.
“Huu… huu… haaauu…!”
While the vermilion-haired woman panted in pleasure, another finger joined the first and began to dig deep inside. Given her son’s size, each of his fingers was thicker than a candle.
The two thick fingers left Darin’s insides burning. Paradoxically, the only way to keep from feeling pain was to clamp down even tighter. She had to gush plenty of that musky fluid if she was going to take him smoothly.
“Nngh, nngh, aauu—Kael…”
The repeated thrusting and withdrawing made the wife’s sex violently expand and contract. Darin hugged her son’s body even more fiercely as he faced her. If she didn’t lean on something, she felt her body would collapse.
“Mother is clearly a monster who bewitches men. You’ve borne two children and yet your cunt is still as good as new, isn’t it? You took my cock only recently, and already it’s this tight again…”
Chomp.
She hated this son who never knew when to shut his mouth and only spouted lewd things. Once or twice was bad enough; after so many times she decided she could no longer endure it. Darin bit down hard on the tongue that was still savoring hers.
“Mother…?”
Kael looked at the mother who had suddenly begun to resist. Darin’s eyes were sharper than usual as she shouted.
“What kind of way is that to speak to your own parent!?”
The man’s blank expression at his mother’s scolding lasted only a moment. With her bean-sized nipples swollen and stiff, the words carried no dignity whatsoever.
Still, he was her son. He had let his excitement run away with him and gone too far with the lewd talk. In that case an apology was only proper.
“I’m sorry.”
“……”
“Haha, well… it seems I lack a sense of mood.”
“Iiih!”
The woman’s knuckles as she rapped him on the head while huffing were sharp. Kael admitted he had been clumsy; she was the first woman he had ever shared a bed with. He was good at sex itself, but he didn’t know how to set the atmosphere.
Thump, thump. Before long his cock was pounding hard enough to press firmly against the woman’s crotch. Slowly, Kael rubbed his shaft against Darin’s mound, building heat between her thighs. It was his way of saying he would make her feel good with this cock, so please stop being angry.
“Ha—haah! Ka-Kael, you idiot! I hate you! You stupid sex-obsessed moron!!!”
She was angry enough to hurl curses even while panting. If she could still get this furious while barely able to control her own body from the excitement, then yes, he must have been in the wrong.
Having resolved to become a man who could satisfy his mother at least in bed, Kael regarded this as a serious failure. And yet the way she kept complaining was also adorable, so he laughed with a soft rush of breath.
When the menacingly risen cock parted her bush and pressed firmly against her swollen clit, the woman stopped her anger and her lips began to tremble. Kael stroked his mother’s cheek and asked for consent like a gentleman.
“Please… will you invite your son inside you?”
Darin’s eyes went round at Kael’s words; then she slowly shifted her gaze to her own crotch. The sour, fishy smell rising from between them made her brow furrow. Most of that scent must be hers. She was wet enough that it probably wouldn’t hurt unbearably.
And against that lewdly fragrant sex of hers, a cock-head thicker than a horse’s was throbbing as if it might burst. It had been steadily erect ever since they first tangled tongues, and now its patience seemed to have reached its limit.
I-I’m scared…
Thump-thump. Even as fear rose in her, a small bud of anticipation bloomed somewhere in her heart.
The baron’s wife deliberately ignored that impure emotion and gave a small nod.
“…If you’re gentle.”
“Hahaha…”
The woman who slipped into his arms and flushed red was so lovable it drove him mad. Her response was a little passive, not entirely satisfying, but with time she would come to mix her body with her son more actively.
She wants soft lovemaking, does she…
Well, whose command was it? How could he dare refuse?
The shape of the cock, flushed red and dripping, was threatening. Darin stared at her son’s pillar with tense eyes. She still could not quite believe that something like that had gone in and out of her before.
To carry out his mother’s order, the man began to rub his forearm-thick cock against the small slit, letting precome spill, and with that the once-cool bedroom grew steadily warmer with the heat of the two of them.