That day at school was the worst.
I couldn't focus on the lesson at all. My brain's CPU was making a grating, incessant noise as it repeatedly accessed the same information over and over.
My mind had been completely taken over by thoughts of Minori-san.
"Don't worry, I'll wash them. It's okay."
Before I left for school, Minori-san grabbed my sweaty, semen-stained underwear and sweatshirt, which she had practically wrestled from me earlier that morning. With her usual calm smile, she assured me, "It's alright. You don't need to worry about a thing, Yosuke-san."
"I'm really sorry. I couldn't hold back."
"It's fine. You don't need to worry about anything."
With that, Minori-san sent me off to school.
The only difference from before was that, along with her usual "Have a good day," her hand gently touched my back.
Come to think of it, I'd never had any physical intimacy with my new stepmother.
I'd been hesitant, and I imagine Minori-san felt the same way.
In just one day, the closeness between my stepmother and me had grown significantly. It felt like we'd suddenly become too close, almost uncomfortably so.
So, while it's great that I've managed to "bond" with Minori-san, it means I'm now stuck stewing in frustration all day.
My stepmother was calling my name during masturbation.
This probably means she was using me as a fantasy prop.
Just as I fantasize about utterly defiling her, was Minori-san also masturbating while imagining our encounters?
This might be a little too convenient for me.
Or maybe she was simply enjoying the idea of having sex with her father while being watched by me.
I'll need to confront her about this later.
At present, for a healthy high school boy like me, there's really only one thing that matters... or at least, that's the simplest way to put it. I have several concerns, but they all boil down to this:
Can I actually get into "that kind of relationship" with Minori-san?
To be blunt, would it be forgiven if I slept with my stepmother?
If she's willing to do something like what she did this morning, I have a feeling she'd easily agree to a sex invitation.
But that's still just wishful thinking from a high school boy who's letting his lower half do the thinking.
What if Minori-san is simply trying to help me release my slightly out-of-control sexual energy as part of her maternal duties?
If that's the case, I'd like to negotiate how far she's willing to go. A blowjob with her thick, lewd lips that drive me wild down there? Handjob with her natural I-cup breasts, which are even more impressive than those AV actresses'? Agh, no, wait—what if I just asked her to do the real thing?
A flashback of Minori-san on the bed, spread-eagled in an M shape, revealed the secret garden between her legs.
She was completely shaved. My stepmother meticulously trimmed the hair below her waist. Thanks to that, I could clearly see how wet she was from masturbating.
I wanted Minori-san to take my virginity, to steal my first experience.
A fierce flame burned in my chest, and my frenzied mind spurred my lower body, making my erection refuse to subside.
I couldn't control myself. Normally, masturbating once would calm me down, but today it was impossible. My chest ached. I knew it was abnormal to fall for my stepmother, but I didn't hesitate to call these feelings love.
The bewitching smile she flashed me this morning, so close, was burned onto my retina and refused to fade.
Her gaze, radiating a ferocity too violent to be called allure, seemed to exude a bestial magnetism. It was almost inhuman.
I want her to do so many more things.
I want to know her true nature so much deeper.
If I go home while still consumed by this impulse, the moment I see Minori-san's face, I'll probably attack her without hesitation. It's a terrifying yet infinitely sweet obsession.
Maybe I should have seized the moment and poured out all my feelings to her back then.
Maybe I should have forcibly pinned her down and taken her by force.
If I had, I wouldn't be suffering like this now.
With the textbook propped open on my desk as a makeshift shield, I hid my face behind it, my expression tormented all day.
And when I was finally released from my restraints, my feet raced home at a speed I never thought possible, tracing the familiar route in a single-minded sprint.
"I can't take it anymore. I can't hold back!"
Muttering to myself, I let my body automatically follow the familiar path home.
My mind was a sea of pink. In that world, my stepmother stood naked, her lecherous smile and coquettish pose making her look like a succubus as she furtively rubbed her thighs.
Fortunately, today was Friday. School would be off for the next two days, and Dad wouldn't be back from his business trip for a while yet. No matter what happened—no matter what happened between Minori-san and me—the secret would remain safe.
As long as she didn't reject me.
As I turned the corner and my house finally came into view, I broke into a sprint.
The youthful urge tormenting my groin, like a bladder bursting with urine, squeezed my testicles, desperate to unleash the pent-up desire building inside.
"I'm home!"
I flung the door open and rushed inside.
"Welcome home, Yosuke-san."
My stepmother, her glossy, slightly wavy long black hair damp, greeted me with her usual calm voice.
Standing in the entrance hall, my beloved—Minori-san—was wearing a bathrobe.
"Minori-san, um, I..."
The words I'd resolved to say the moment I returned had been completely blown out of my mind the instant I saw my stepmother.
She must have just gotten out of the bath. Even without her makeup, her flawless beauty shone through as she smiled, revealing her white teeth. She stood there, deliberately leaving her bathrobe unbuttoned wide, her hands loosely raised, as if she could see right through me.
That alone made it perfectly clear to me. Minori-san's true feelings.
Just like me, she had been waiting impatiently.
"Yes."
Minori-san nodded.
She was forgiving me—everything I was about to do.
I didn't even bother to untie my shoelaces. Crushing my heels, I roughly kicked off both shoes and strode toward my stepmother.
Tossing my bag aside, I lunged into her full, ample chest as if being drawn into a vacuum.
Our bodies pressed intimately together. I wrapped my arms around the soft, slime-like back of this older woman, squeezing her tightly, desperately.
"Ah...♡" Minori-san gasped in pleasure.
Her slender hands slid from under my arms to grip the fabric of her uniform tightly.
Just that alone brought me to the brink of orgasm.
"Minori-san! I love you!"
"I... I love you too, Yosuke-san! Please... do it now! I want you to utterly ravish me!"
Her words were fiery, spitting flames.
So she was with me after all. Had she been this desperate all along?
Clutching her close, determined never to let her go, I gazed down into my stepmother's face.
Her eyes glistened with desire, her lips parted and trembling.
Beautiful.
The thought came unbidden to my mind.
There were plenty of pretty and cute girls at school.
But even if I searched the entire world, I'd never find anyone who could drive me wild like my stepmother.
I didn't know how to kiss.
Tentatively, I leaned in with my eyes still open, and our noses bumped first.
"Ugh, that's not how you do it."
Minori-san pouted in mock-displeasure, then her lips curved into a mischievous smile.
"Leave it to me. Yosuke-san, close your eyes."
Her fingers slipped through the gaps in my hair.
As I obeyed, her scalding breath washed over my face.
"I love you, Yosuke-san."
A warm, slick sensation brushed against my lips.
The moment I realized it was Minori-san's tongue, the sensation I'd longed for in my dreams finally became reality.
"Ugh!"
Bathed in the bliss of my first kiss with the woman I loved more than anything, I felt my lower body tremble as I released the pent-up heat inside me.