A Stepmother's Forbidden Cravings
The shape of Taira Ryuta’s massive cock beneath the towel was like a brand seared into Taira Yukiko’s mind. It refused to fade. Whether she was working or trying to sleep, the image kept rising behind her eyes.
“There’s no helping this…”
She did not know who she was apologizing to, yet Taira Yukiko whispered the excuse to herself as she opened an adult toy site on her smartphone. She tapped into the dildo section and began scrolling, hunting for a size that matched the overwhelming presence still burned into her memory.
Every model that came close was black, molded in the shape of a black man’s penis. After searching in vain for anything in an Asian peach tone, she finally settled on a light-brown one and placed the order.
Work had been frantic afterward, and the purchase slipped from her mind. The vice-leader of Education Support Team 2—the very team Taira Ryuta belonged to—had tried to knock the team leader unconscious with a spray in an attempted sexual assault, triggering disciplinary proceedings and a mountain of other tasks. While she was still drowning in paperwork, a message arrived from Taira Ryuta.
Relief washed over her. If Taira Ryuta had opened the box, she would never have been able to look him in the eye again.
She sent the allowance so he would stop thinking about the package. Because it was the weekend, she left the office early and discovered the long box waiting on the side table beside her bedroom door. Thankfully the invoice discreetly read “stationery.”
Taira Yukiko lifted the box with care and carried it into the bedroom. Inside lay a ten-inch (25.4 cm) brown dildo so thick it looked intimidating. Yet the moment she imagined sliding it into her pussy, hesitation gripped her.
“If I stretch before we even begin…”
The words left her lips and she startled at herself. She had to admit it—she was already picturing Taira Ryuta as her partner. Instead of inserting the toy, she brought it to her mouth. One hand held the thick shaft between her lips while the other slipped between her legs, fingers stroking her pussy as she began to masturbate.
“Haaa… Ryuta…! I’m sorry your stepmother is such a pervert…”
Even as she apologized, there was no real remorse. She pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth and rubbed herself harder.
“Director! It’s an emergency!”
The secretary who was normally the picture of composure burst through the door of the Human Resources Development Center director’s office.
“What’s happened?”
“A terror attack has occurred at Yotsukaido General Park!”
“What?”
The day her husband Taira Saburo had died flashed through her mind. Taira Yukiko raced to the park without thinking. The moment she reached the scene she saw Taira Ryuta sitting in front of an ambulance, clothes soaked in blood, calmly talking with Sinoe Misano, leader of Education Support Team 2.
“Ryuta…!”
“Mother, you’ll get blood on your clothes…”
Taira Yukiko pulled the blood-drenched young man into her arms anyway. Taira Ryuta seemed unconcerned about his own wounds; he only worried about staining her outfit.
“I was so worried.”
She had lost all composure the instant she heard the word “terror”—enough to surprise even herself. At some point her adopted son had become irreplaceably precious to her. Seeing him covered in blood, she decided he could not stay sitting in front of an ambulance.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
“I’m fine. Just a few grazes… Actually, I’m craving meat right now.”
“You call that fine?”
Taira Yukiko summoned a paramedic and confirmed his condition. When she learned he truly had only minor scratches, relief flooded her.
“They say you really are all right. Team Leader Sinoe, come here a moment.”
Sinoe Misano approached with a crisp bow. “Yes, Director!”
“I’m taking my son home. Please handle company matters here. This isn’t our responsibility and we’re the victims, so there’s no need for you to take any special action. Just make certain you accurately record all injuries to our personnel. If there are any fatalities, be sure to arrange condolence payments under the company name.”
After giving her instructions, she helped Taira Ryuta into the car and drove home. Through the rear-view mirror she watched him in the back seat.
“I heard you stepped forward and fought the terrorists yourself.”
“If I hadn’t, everyone except me would have died.”
“Even so, never do that again. Your life is more precious than everyone else combined.”
After a brief silence, Taira Ryuta spoke.
“I won’t die.”
“....”
He had clearly noticed the fear that he might suddenly die like her husband Taira Saburo. His eyes were tranquil, as if the incident had been no threat at all. The quiet promise in his gaze—I won’t leave you alone like your dead husband did—filled Taira Yukiko with a complicated swirl of emotions.
She could not recall the exact day, but it must have been while the housekeeper was on vacation. Taira Yukiko was sorting laundry from the basket outside the bathroom into the washing machine. The moment she picked up a pair of Taira Ryuta’s underwear, a scent brushed her nose.
Without thinking she pressed the fabric to her face. The smell was addictive, completely different from her late husband Taira Saburo’s.
That night she masturbated while inhaling the scent of her stepson’s underwear.
Afterward she developed the habit of secretly stealing his used underwear. Her mind told her it was wrong, yet desire always overpowered reason.
The same thing happened when he suddenly suggested a cherry-blossom viewing. On the final day of Taira Saburo’s forty-ninth-day memorial, Taira Ryuta—unable to watch her sink into depression any longer—proposed a cherry-blossom date. As a mother she should have refused. She could not.
A long-awaited private date, petals dancing on the wind, fireworks painting the night sky… Whether it was the atmosphere or the depth of her feelings for her adopted son, Taira Yukiko ended up offering him her lips.
The kiss brought overwhelming ecstasy, but when his hand moved to her breast she was suddenly afraid. Reality crashed over her and the ethics she had kept buried rose to the surface.
“Let’s stop here. Next time… I’ll let you do more next time.”
To her clumsy rejection Taira Ryuta gave a gentle smile.
“Next time we’ll go all the way.”
The words “all the way” whispered against her ear were so sweet that her panties grew soaked without her realizing it.
After that day Taira Ryuta stopped calling her “Mother.” It felt like a declaration that he would pursue her more aggressively, more openly, yet Taira Yukiko felt no displeasure. Especially memorable was the line he delivered at Disneyland when two men began pestering her while he was briefly away.
“Excuse me, but do you have business with my girlfriend?”
When Taira Ryuta glared at them with absolute confidence, the two men vanished in seconds, as though they had never been persistently trying to flirt. Girlfriend. For a moment Taira Yukiko thought her heart had stopped. It pounded so violently she worried he might hear it.
At the gyudon restaurant she pretended to fall asleep. If things continued this way she knew she would end up giving him everything.
Even after they reached home she kept up the act, so Taira Ryuta carried her in a princess hold and laid her gently on the bed.
Taira Yukiko cracked her eyes open in a show of drowsiness and looked at him.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me.”
He kissed her forehead, then brushed his lips lightly against hers, whispered “Sleep well,” and left the room.
Her forehead and lips burned. Taira Yukiko felt as if she had become a girl again.
“Hehe…”
Touching the places his lips had been, she caught herself smiling foolishly and felt both embarrassment and excitement flutter inside her chest.
A few days later she finally gave her body to Taira Ryuta. The pleasure that pierced her was on an entirely different level from anything she had experienced with her husband years before. She climaxed dozens of times. When she felt his hot cum flood inside her, she was so happy she felt as if she possessed the entire world.
After their long, dawn-to-dawn lovemaking ended, Taira Ryuta showed her the sharply rising Health Miracle stock prices to reassure her. Then he spoke about the head of personnel—who was rumored to be aligned with Taira Jiro—and the vice-leader of her own team.
“Don’t worry about them anymore. I’ll handle everything.”
Taira Yukiko cradled his face against her full breasts and spoke tenderly. Watching him slowly fall asleep against her chest, she felt a happiness beyond words. Was this what it meant to be a mother with a son?
“Sleep well, Ryuta.”
From now on she would be the one to protect him. Taira Yukiko swore that anyone who tried to harm Taira Ryuta would answer to her.
Bonus
Taira Yukiko in a Mini Kimono
