17. A Stubborn Cold (4)
17. A Stubborn Cold (4)
...At first, I hadn't intended to go this far.
I wasn't crazy enough to tease a child who was sick with a cold, and I had decided to respect Miyagi's wish to forget what happened that night.
In a way, what happened that night was an 'accident' for me too, so this time, I was purely wiping down her body to nurse Miyagi with innocent intentions.
"Eut?"
...Up until the moment the hand holding the towel slipped toward Miyagi's chest.
While I was wiping her side, my hand accidentally slid forward. It wasn't like I fully groped her chest... just brushed the underside?
It was a simple accident while wiping her body, so I quietly moved my slipped hand back to her back and continued wiping Miyagi's body.
There was no reason to be conscious of it in the first place.
This was just simple nursing, Miyagi was my daughter whom I gave birth to, and she was a woman like me.
It was such an obvious fact that there was no reason to be conscious of Miyagi at all.
But after accidentally touching her chest, Miyagi's reactions started to change little by little. She turned her head to glance at me, let out excited breaths, and her face flushed red.
Was she embarrassed that I had touched her chest? Seeing Miyagi hunch her already bent back even more to hide her body made me start feeling self-conscious too for no reason.
'This child only acts like this at times like...'
Just like that night when I caught her masturbating, seeing Miyagi blush, avoid my gaze, and try to cover her body made my heart start pounding like mad.
Lately, emotions had been showing on Miyagi's face more often...
But her current state, soaked in lust and not knowing what to do, felt like a completely different person from the usual Miyagi. Just like... what I had felt that night...
"Huu..."
I forcibly swallowed down something boiling up from the pit of my stomach and focused on wiping Miyagi's body. What the hell was I thinking with a sick child right in front of me?
I could feel the towel in my hand drying out. I wrung it out in the basin of water I had brought, then placed it back on Miyagi's shoulder and started wiping again.
Since Miyagi said she'd wipe the front herself, I planned to finish with just her back.
But over her shoulder as I wiped, I caught sight of Miyagi's chest.
More precisely, I saw the peak of her chest, standing stiff from excitement at my touch.
While I was staring at her pitifully erect nipple, as if it were waiting for my touch, our eyes met for a split second. It was very brief, just a blink...
But that gaze, soaked in heat as she looked at me, was so exactly like the eyes Miyagi had given me that night... In that moment, I recalled what happened that night.
In that instant, this act of wiping down Miyagi's body felt unbearably lewd. It felt like I was doing something I shouldn't, just like that night.
No, more precisely, it felt like I had to stop here.
If I continued this, it seemed like I'd cross that 'line' again, like that night. It felt like the events of that night, which Miyagi had tearfully wanted to forget, would happen all over again.
So I had to stop now.
I needed to tell Miyagi to wipe the front herself, hand her the towel, and quickly get out of there. I had to...
'...Why isn't she telling me to stop?'
It had been a long time since her back was fully wiped, and Miyagi couldn't possibly not know that.
Even as I kept wiping the same spot over and over, dragging out the time, Miyagi didn't tell me to stop for some reason.
As if... she didn't want this to end...
...It might all be my imagination.
Maybe she just wasn't saying anything because I wasn't stopping.
'In that case...'
I grabbed Miyagi's shoulders and slowly laid her back toward me. Suddenly being laid down on the bed, Miyagi looked up at me with startled eyes.
"Mom? Why all of a—"
Without letting her finish, I placed the towel on Miyagi's stomach. Then I slowly moved my hand to start wiping her belly.
As I began stroking and wiping her stomach with the towel, Miyagi waved her hands and protested to me.
"W-Wait a minute! I said I'd do the front myself...!"
"Since I'm already doing it, let me take care of it."
If Miyagi had firmly said no here, I really would have stopped.
Her stiffly erect nipples looked so pitiful, but I would have dismissed it as just a physiological reaction.
But...
"N-No... When Mom does it..."
When I do it?
Why isn't she finishing her sentence?
'What the hell is she thinking...'
For some reason, Miyagi trailed off and just turned her head to avoid my gaze.
That look somehow seemed like she was permitting me to touch her body... Lying there still, she looked like she was waiting for my touch. Was I right in thinking that?
She had so firmly declared she'd forget that night, so why was she acting the complete opposite? What was she thinking, not stopping me?
...I had to keep nursing Miyagi for now. I wasn't sure yet if this was really the 'temptation' I thought it was, or just an extension of 'nursing'.
Even if it really was 'temptation,' was it right for me, her mother, to touch her? For me to lay hands on the daughter I birthed in agony?
It was ridiculous to have these doubts after already touching her, but as Miyagi said, I had decided to think of that night as a 'mistake.'
No matter how much Miyagi had seemed like a person, not a monster back then, no matter how lovable she looked lost in lust and excitement, it was still wrong.
Because I'm Miyagi's mom.
A mom... shouldn't toy with her daughter's body...
With those thoughts, I continued nursing Miyagi. I kneaded her thighs like a massage, pressing firmly to wipe away the sweat clinging to her skin.
Even while wiping her lower body, my gaze kept drifting upward. At some point, the hand that had been covering her chest had moved over her eyes, leaving her breasts fully exposed.
Touching my daughter's body, gazing at her breasts. Even in this suffocatingly taboo situation, my fingers didn't stop, busy wiping Miyagi's body.
Every time the towel brushed her skin, Miyagi's body twitched in response. Like she was holding back pleasure, she scratched at the blanket with her nails and writhed all over.
"Huu... Hu..."
Her labored breaths, as if enduring pleasure, looked so pitiful.
With a slight hope, I trailed my fingers up the inside of her thigh, and Miyagi's hips bucked as her body trembled like a leaf.
...This was no longer nursing. If she had really wanted nursing, Miyagi would have stopped me long ago. Told me to stop, that this was going too far.
But Miyagi said nothing and just surrendered her body to me.
Even as I lewdly stroked the inside of her thighs, even as I gently caressed her lower belly, Miyagi only jolted without any resistance.
As if... asking for more...
Her underwear was soaked with arousal fluid.
Seeing Miyagi's underwear getting drenched in arousal fluid, I started to feel certain.
What Miyagi wanted from me wasn't nursing, but an extension of that night. I was certain of it.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have entrusted her body to me like this. She wouldn't have gotten excited at my touch; she would have stopped me instead.
So...
This must be the right answer.
I grabbed Miyagi's ankle and carefully spread her legs, slipping my knee between them. As her legs parted, the wet flesh inside her thighs parted with a cheok- sound.
Only then did Miyagi lower the arm covering her eyes and look at me. She seemed flustered, but there was no sign of trying to stop me.
As I stroked the inside of her thigh and moved toward the crevice between her legs, a sweltering heat grew more intense.
As my touch neared the hot, damp place, Miyagi's body finally shuddered, and she reached out a hand toward me.
But my hand brushing her genitals was faster than her hand reaching to stop me.
Her underwear was already soaked through, slick with arousal fluid, and I slowly trailed my finger over it, scooping it up.
As I stroked upward over her underwear and flicked her erect clitoris with a tok-, a low moan escaped Miyagi's lips.
"Hueut...!"
How pent up had she been?
I hadn't even touched her genitals directly, just swept up the arousal fluid leaking through her underwear, but there was a considerable amount tangled on my finger.
When I spread my fingers, the arousal fluid stretched thickly between them before dripping off. It reminded me of playing with sticky toys as a kid, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
As I rubbed my fingers together with wet cheokcheok— sounds, bubbles formed in the arousal fluid, taking on an erotic sheen.
I kneaded the arousal fluid on my fingers and looked at Miyagi.
"Daughter."
Why are you making such a shocked face? Isn't this what you wanted? That's why you didn't resist at all and let me have your body, right?
Seeing Miyagi's flustered expression as her lips trembled, I felt uneasy. What if I was making a mistake? What if I had misunderstood Miyagi's feelings?
But... even so...
"Why are you wet?"
Because you got excited and soaked your underwear.
No one but...
"...Did you get wet because Mom touched you?"
Because you're excited from being touched by me, your mom.
Even if I was mistaken, this fact wouldn't change.
A daughter aroused by her mother's touch...
"...Hehe, what a naughty daughter. Soaking your panties like this for your mom."
"N-No...! It's not like that...!"
"Not like that?"
Miyagi shook her head as if denying reality, but I held my arousal-fluid-soaked fingers right in front of her eyes to make her face the facts.
This is all the arousal fluid you leaked.
Enough to completely soak your mom's fingers. I stuck and separated my fingers in front of Miyagi's eyes, letting her hear the slick, obscene sounds.
"Ah, ahut... No... It's not that..."
Hearing such a lewd sound made Miyagi's face flush even redder. Like someone in a panic, she curled up and muttered a small denial.
Was she denying reality, or had she really not noticed? Tears welled up in Miyagi's eyes, threatening to spill any moment.
That emotional look was so utterly lovable...
"You bragged so loudly about forgetting that night..."
I grabbed her chin and turned her gaze to me. As her head tilted up, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks in drops.
"It seems you're the one who can't forget, after all."
"Mom..."
Her voice, wet with tears, called me Mom, echoing in my ears. Hearing it made me want to do anything for her...
"Shall Mom help you again...?"
Even knowing what happened that night was wrong, I wanted to hold Miyagi once more. To pull her into my arms and relieve my daughter's lust.
But Miyagi shook her head and refused me. As if her words about wanting to forget that night weren't a lie, she rejected my offer to help.
Of course I felt disappointed. It'd be a lie to say I didn't.
But I didn't want to force it while ignoring Miyagi's feelings. So what should I do? Surprisingly, the solution was simple.
"I see... Then, do it yourself like I taught you. You can do it, right?"
I had already taught Miyagi how to relieve herself.
I slowly guided Miyagi's hand and placed it over her own genitals. As her fingertips touched her genitals, Miyagi looked at me in panic.
"W-With Mom watching...?"
"Why not? Can't you do it in front of Mom? You did it fine last time?"
"T-That was...!"
Leaving the flustered, lip-trembling Miyagi behind, I pushed her panties aside without taking them off, exposing her genitals.
As the cool air hit her damp genitals, Miyagi let out a low moan and looked at me with teary eyes. It was a pleading gaze begging me to leave... but...
"Come on, do it like Mom taught you."
"Mom... C-Can't you go outside...?"
Ignoring her, I ordered Miyagi.
"I want to see. My daughter doing it alone."
Masturbate in front of me.