19. How to Cure a Cold (1)
19. How to Cure a Cold (1)
Jjigeok— Jjeoeok, Jjigeok—
'Ahh, how...'
The scenery visible over Miyagi's shoulder struck me as quite the stunning view.
The sight of her leaning into my arms while toying with her own Genitals, the way she closed her eyes and focused solely on the pleasure, the pitifully erect Nipples standing so stiffly...
'To think she's grown up so beautifully...'
Something swelled in my chest, letting me fully feel my daughter's growth. How had she turned out this gorgeous when I hadn't even raised her properly?
The guilt from hating and despising such a lovable child mixed with the affection surging toward her as she melted into pleasure in my embrace, turning my head into a total mess.
Normally, there's this intense sense of alienation that makes her feel not like my daughter at all, so why did that feeling vanish completely in this moment?
And as if to fill the void left by that alienation, my love for her welled up so fiercely it was hard to hold back. So where on earth did that usual sense of alienation come from?
...I don't know.
I really, truly didn't know, and it was driving me insane.
She felt so utterly lovable right now, so why did looking at Miyagi normally stab at one side of my heart with that alien discomfort, making me suffer?
'If only I could love her like this all the time...'
Just as my stomach started to burn with guilt...
"Haat, haa... heu..."
Miyagi was getting tired, leaning into me more and more.
As she leaned back fully like she was lying down, the sight of her hands caressing her own body and pleasuring herself came into even sharper view over her shoulder.
Her legs splayed vulgarly wide...
Her underwear pushed aside to touch her Genitals...
Even her Nipples standing rigidly erect, begging to be touched...
The moment I saw it all, the guilt I'd felt until just now melted away. Right now, I had to focus on loving Miyagi rather than dwelling on that guilt.
'How could she show me something like this in my arms and not be lovable?'
If there was one regrettable thing, it was that Miyagi rejected my touch—it hurt my heart.
It felt like being a dog told "stay" in front of a luxurious treat... She was showing me this in my arms, but I couldn't touch her—how agonizing was that?
Every time I watched Miyagi sink deeper into pleasure, my impatience grew, and my restless hands fidgeted uselessly over her waist.
To soothe this burning impatience, I ended up giving advice that wasn't really advice. Honestly, just watching in a situation like this was torture.
"Eu, heueu... heung..."
Miyagi busied herself flicking and teasing her perky Clitoris while pressing firmly on the mucous membranes near her Vaginal opening. Her Genitals were already drenched enough for insertion...
Was she trying to finish quickly without inserting? As her fingers stimulating her Clitoris sped up, I leaned close to her ear and whispered that she shouldn't.
"Don't rush it, dear."
The moment I whispered, Miyagi's fingers rubbing her Clitoris froze. Had she finally remembered what I'd taught her? Her fingers headed back toward her Vaginal opening.
She started taking deep breaths, like she was about to tentatively push her fingers into the gaping Vaginal opening while nestled in my arms. Just like that night... Did she have some resistance to insertion?
"Slowly... that's it."
"Huu, huu... heut..."
I gently stroked her hand as it aimed for her Vaginal opening, whispering to her in a soothing voice like I was calming a baby.
That it wasn't scary, that I'd taught her, right?
"Just like this, do it the way Mom taught you."
"Haa, Mom... heu..."
Her wet voice calling me sent shivers through my eardrum. Just that one word, calling me 'Mom'—how sweet and stimulating it was...
My patience was reaching its limit, bit by bit.
I wanted to plunge my fingers right into that pitifully gaping Vaginal opening spurting Arousal Fluid and love my daughter. My throat was parched with thirst...
But... I also wanted to see Miyagi masturbate in front of me one more time. How beautiful would she be, inserting her fingers the way I taught her and reaching Climax?
I slowly guided her hand, bringing her middle finger to her Vaginal opening. As I stroked the back of her hand like soothing a baby...
"Heu, heueut..."
Miyagi inserted her finger into her Vaginal opening herself. It was just one slender middle finger, but I could clearly hear the wet sound as it pushed in, stretching her Vaginal wall.
Jjeoeok— Jjeok—
A stiff but unmistakable finger movement.
"Heok, heuok...! Heok...!"
Maybe the sensation of insertion wasn't familiar yet, because her thighs started trembling. The moans she'd been letting out turned into choked gasps.
Her breathing sounded like it could turn into hyperventilation any second, so I pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair gently. Was it feeling too good? No, it didn't seem like it was just from the insertion.
Probably because this whole situation was so overwhelmingly stimulating.
With one hand continuing the insertion, she used the other to cover her face and turn her head away from me. And then she said...
"Heok, heuok... M-Mom... d-don't look... heuk...!"
Was it the shame of masturbating in Mom's arms plus the stimulation flooding from below making it hard to keep her wits? Miyagi hunched over, trying to hide her body.
But the more she tried to hide this sight...
"Miyagi."
I grabbed her hunched shoulders and pulled her back into my arms.
"Eek, ah, Mom...!"
"Straighten your back, I can't see."
As her body straightened, Miyagi panicked and squirmed, but I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her firmly so she couldn't curl up again.
And yet she didn't pull out the inserted finger—that was so...
Intensely stimulating, it was hard to hold back.
"Keep going."
"Ah... uh, Mom..."
I decided not to say things like 'Want me to help?' anymore.
Instead, I slowly reached out and stroked the inside of her thigh slickly, and Miyagi started moving her inserted finger with a whimper.
As the half-inserted middle finger pushed deeper into her Vaginal wall, I could see the pooled Arousal Fluid squeezing out.
Watching that, before I knew it, her finger slipped smoothly into her Vaginal opening like it was being sucked in, going all the way to the base.
Miyagi shuddered at the novel sensation of insertion. The feeling of her Vaginal wall, warm with her own body heat, clinging to her finger must have been so unfamiliar.
After fully inserting her finger, Miyagi turned her head to look at me. Her teary eyes gazed up like she had no idea what to do next...
Driving me mad all over again.
"Now, slowly bend your finger. Like you're poking upward..."
As she bent the inserted finger just like I said, her head snapped back, and she let out a rough breath from the rush of pleasure.
"Heok, heuok... heuk..."
"Yeah, like that... and slowly pull it out. Like you're scraping the Vaginal wall..."
"Ah! Aheuk...! M-Mom...! Heueung...!"
As her finger started sliding out of her vagina, a piercing cry burst from Miyagi's throat. I'd felt it that night too, but her body was so sensitive.
To tremble her hips like this from just one fingering...
As I soothed her trembling body from the pleasure and stroked her hair, I saw the finger that had delved into her vagina fully emerge.
The finger coming out of her vagina was coated slickly with sticky, transparent Arousal Fluid. Miyagi looked at me like she thought it was over...
"...Now just repeat what Mom taught you. Go on, keep going."
"K-Keep... going...?"
She hadn't properly reached Climax yet, so it was too soon to end—I urged her to continue the fingering.
'Proper fingering definitely made her feel it that night...'
Still, insertion seemed more familiar now; unlike before, there was less hesitation as her finger delved into her Vaginal wall.
Insert the way I taught her, bend the inserted finger, pull out the bent finger. Then slide the withdrawn finger back in and repeat.
Jjigeok— Jjeoeok— Jjigeok—
"Ha, haa... hak... heuk..."
Compared to what I'd done to her that night, it was painfully slow...
But it was unmistakably fingering as she pleasured herself.
Watching Miyagi continue masturbating on her own and sink into pleasure made my impatience turn into a fierce thirst. Unable to hold back that thirst any longer, I...
"E-Mom...!?"
"Shh, how long are you gonna keep masturbating? At this rate, we'll be up all night. So..."
With a lame excuse, I grabbed her breast firmly.
Those rigidly erect Nipples that kept catching my eye were bothering me too...
"Mom will help a little."
I was curious why she hadn't touched her breasts either.
Spreading my palm wide to knead her breast, her stiff Nipple bulged out prominently between my index and middle fingers.
"E-Mom...! The b-breasts...!"
I pinched her Nipple between my index and middle fingers and rubbed it teasingly, and a aroused moan burst from Miyagi's lips.
"You struggled with insertion... but your breasts are sensitive too, huh?"
"N-No, that's not it...!"
Miyagi tried to make some excuse...
But ignoring her completely, I circled her Areola with my fingers and flicked the stiff Nipple—tap—and her body jolted like she'd been shocked with electricity.
That reaction was so amusing...
"Hak, haak! M-Mom... ah, no... for real...!"
"...Your finger stopped, didn't it?"
Just like that night, the strange stimulation made her breasts tingle.