A Sweetly Aged Desire
I hadn't done anything particularly lewd to Carmel today. Shaving her pubic hair clean and teasing her to the point of embarrassment was the extent of it. Since then, for half a day, I had done nothing but relentlessly press down on her womb. Press, press. I applied just the right amount of force to ensure a distinct pressure was transmitted. Unable to climax, yet unable to escape the pleasure either. Like juices trapped inside a perfectly seared steak, the unreleased ecstasy must have been circulating through every corner of Carmel's body. Now was the moment it had aged to its most delicious peak—not just her body, but her mind as well. I approached her.
"I didn't realize you were waiting your turn, Mother. Heh, could you simply not bear it any longer?"
"...Y-yes... I c-can't take it anymore... So, please, hurry..."
Carmel seemed ready to set her pride aside for a moment. A candid Carmel was quite adorable. I slipped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist in a back hug, and slid my hand downward. Real pleasure, tasted at last after holding back for so long—anticipating this, Carmel surrendered her body to me. However, my hand did not head for her pussy, but rather her lower abdomen.
"Nghhh...!"
As I pressed down firmly, Carmel arched her back in response. To react like this even though it wasn't the stimulation she wanted—her sensitivity had certainly reached incredible heights.
"N-not there... Ah... Don't press there... That's not where..."
"Oh? It wasn't here? In that case..." Leaving the hand massaging her womb right where it was, my other hand crawled up Carmel's body. Cupping her large breast, I began to slowly knead the soft flesh. Drenched in sweat, Carmel's breast was warm and moist—a truly heavenly sensation. I deliberately avoided touching her highly sensitive nipples.
"Ngh... Wh-why... only those places..."
A touch of coquettish whining began to seep into Carmel's voice. Looking back at my face resting on her shoulder, her eyes held a trace of resentment.
"It is quite difficult for me to guess what you want, Mother. If you keep hesitating like this, your turn might just pass by again, you know?"
"Ugh..." Carmel seemed to grasp my intention. I was telling her to state her desires directly—to explicitly beg me to thrust into her pussy and make her come. In the end, pride was no match for the demands of pleasure. Carmel spoke in a quiet, trembling voice.
"L-like you did for Rika... Do it... to me, too..."
Quite an indirect way of putting it. Describing the act itself must have still wounded her pride. I had no intention of letting her off with such a half-hearted answer.
"That won't do, Mother. Please tell me what you want more clearly and precisely."
"Ugh..." Carmel closed her eyes for a moment in resignation, then opened them. She began to speak in a trembling voice.
"I-I want you to touch... my p-pussy... Sera... until your hand makes me come... A-and kiss me, too... Please?"
Carmel, already worn ragged by the womb massage, was incredibly adorable. The venom had completely drained from her voice, making her sound like a lover whispering sweet nothings. Suppressing the excitement rising to the very crown of my head, I spoke.
"Very well, Mother. Since you desire it so much... I shall grant it."
Upon hearing my answer, a spark returned to Carmel's eyes. She didn't seem to feel even a shred of shame for having succumbed to her desires and begged of her own accord. I turned Carmel's head toward me and kissed her. The hand that had been pressing her stomach slid further down, slipping between her thighs.
"Mph, haah, nnh..." She clung to me eagerly. Though shy, Carmel's tongue actively pursued pleasure, rubbing against mine. My finger slipped between her folds, which were already dripping wet. Only a single finger—my middle finger—was inserted. The plump flesh and tight ridges inside her pussy clamped down around my slender finger. Carmel began to move her hips on her own, matching the rhythm of my finger. Perhaps it wasn't even a conscious action; she was simply desperate to receive the long-awaited pleasure. Though it was only one finger, I did my best to scoop and gouge inside her. I knew Carmel's weak spots all too well. Just as I had massaged her womb from the outside, I pressed firmly against her sweet spot inside her pussy. That alone should be more than enough to send her over the edge. I began to move my finger faster and faster. But then...
"Mph...?" Carmel pulled her lips away from mine on her own. With a pleading face on the verge of climax, she spoke to me.
"W-wait... Just a moment, Sera..."
"What is the matter, Mother?"
"N-not like this... More... I want you to thrust... d-deep inside with multiple fingers... At this rate, I don't think... the trembling in my womb will stop..."
Carmel's plea. And a voluntary request at that—begging to be violated more roughly, violently enough to reach her very womb. A thrilling shiver ran through me from head to toe. It was a psychological ecstasy that rivaled an orgasm. Without hiding the twisted smirk on my lips, I spoke.
"Aren't you misunderstanding something, Mother?"
"Ngh...?"
"Right now, you are being punished by me. To ask for a more satisfying climax—are you really in a position to make such demands?"
Carmel's eyes shook at my teasing tone. When I finally pulled my finger out of her pussy, her face looked as if she had been struck in a vital spot.
"N-no, Sera... Don't do this..."
Her desperate voice swayed my heart slightly. However, it was time to look at the bigger picture. Clank, clank, clank. I unlocked all the restraints on Carmel's limbs, leaving only one ankle bound. Suddenly granted her freedom, Carmel blinked in bewilderment.
"If you want something rough, do it yourself. You may take whatever position you find comfortable."
"D-do it myself...? Here...?"
"Yes."
After all, being touched by someone else always brings greater pleasure than masturbating. Carmel hesitated for a moment, looking disappointed, but soon nodded.
"Ngh... I-I understand..."
At this point, the shame of showing herself masturbating was nothing major. Especially when compared to the heat of her body, which had been teased relentlessly. Carmel sat on the floor, avoiding the puddle she had made. She flinched slightly at the coldness of the stone floor. The position she chose was sitting down, with one leg laid flat and the other knee propped up. Spreading her legs while wearing a shackle on her ankle made her look like a criminal or a slave. Well, at this point, neither description was entirely wrong. She probably usually did it lying down. It seemed she didn't want to put her back against the floor because it was colder than expected.
"...I-I'm going to start...?"
"Yes, please do."
Carmel slowly brought her hand to her pussy, first rubbing around the entrance. Immediately, a slightly suppressed groan escaped her lips.
"Mmmgh..."
It felt as though I were voyeuristically watching Carmel's most private moment. Though I had violated her many times before, this kind of play was a first. There was no way Carmel, who had been holding back for so long and begging for something rough, would be satisfied with such leisurely masturbation. Just as I thought, Carmel stole a glance at me before using three fingers to thrust into her pussy.
"Hngh, haaaah..."
That bold movement was exactly what Carmel had wanted. A sigh of satisfaction leaked from her. Surprisingly, Carmel didn't seem very skilled at masturbation. Did she rarely do it? Well, thanks to me, she probably never had the time to let her sexual desire build up. Yet, her clumsiness only made it more intense. Carmel's three fingers recklessly sought pleasure, thrusting as deep as they could reach. With every thrust, her entire body jolted. Once she caught fire, she seemed to forget I was even watching. Or perhaps, because she was conscious of it, she became even more frantic. Before I knew it, Rika had also arrived, watching Carmel's disheveled state with a flushed face. Carmel was relentlessly scooping out her juices from her canal, like drawing water from a well.
"Haah, ngh...! Hngh! Ah...!"
Was she about to come? I unconsciously leaned toward Carmel, completely absorbed in the spectacular sight before me.
"Right there, ah...! S-Sera... Haah, ngh... ah...!"
My name, slipped out unconsciously. Rika had clearly heard it too, glancing at me with a blush. The only one unaware of this was Carmel, who was lost in a state of trance. Another shiver ran through my body. Carmel, jolting and masturbating right before my eyes, was currently imagining me violently thrusting into her pussy.
"I'm c-coming...! Mmmgh... Hngh, ah, hyuuu...!"
Shuddering once more, Carmel came, spurting a stream of fluid like urine. Squirting, squirting, her tide gushed out of her pussy several times. With vacant eyes, Carmel seemed to savor the lingering pleasure. I lowered myself and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
"Well done, Mother. That was a wonderful masturbation show."
Carmel flushed red, a belated wave of shame washing over her.
"S-shut up..."
Her cuteness when she was desperate to come was lovely, but this reaction was something I could never tire of, no matter how many times I saw it. To think she was imagining me while masturbating, despite acting this way. I looked down at Carmel slumped on the floor and commanded Rika.
"Rika, help Mother up."
"W-wait... Again...? Are you going to do something more...?"
Carmel showed a flustered look. However, I could immediately tell that it was merely an act.