"Shall we go to Yosuke-san's room?"
My beloved stepmother, Minori-san, possesses an exceptionally voluptuous body that defies Japanese stereotypes: I-cup breasts and a massive, childbearing-hipped rear. The stark contrast between this figure and her refined, traditionally Japanese features is outrageously alluring.
Despite her suggestion, I stubbornly refused and walked past my bedroom door. Then...
"Oh no... You can't possibly mean... Here is..."
Minori-san paled as she saw through my intentions.
"Please. I desperately want to be united with you here, Minori-san."
I tightened my arms around her waist, pulling her toward me with the force of a true lover.
This was the marital bedroom—the sacred sanctuary reserved solely for a couple who had vowed to spend their lives together.
"Why? It doesn't matter where we do it, does it?"
Her bewildered expression, with its slightly lowered eyebrows, was undeniably provocative.
To be honest, I don't even know what it means to not be aroused by someone.
Just looking at her face makes my lust bubble up naturally. I can only attribute it to primal instinct.
And following that instinct, I'm about to defile the sacred territory of a father and son.
In a way, it's animalistic. It's fundamentally no different from a dog or cat marking its territory by peeing everywhere.
I want to truly possess Minori-san.
I want to paint every inch of her with my own color.
That's why I'm holding her on the bed in the couple's bedroom, the very bed where a husband and wife nurture their love.
"No, this is perfect. Please, just this once, can you indulge my selfish desire?"
"But... still... you know..."
I pull her soft, voluptuous body closer and silence her stepmother's lips with a wordless kiss.
"Ah...♡"
Her sweet, breathy sigh carries the hint of a plea as her tongue, soft and slithering like a mollusk, invades my mouth.
Minori-san wriggled her hips, her right hand stroking my lower body as she licked around my lips.
"I won't do it here."
When I pulled away, my stepmother pouted, clearly unsatisfied, a droplet of saliva trailing from the corner of her flushed lips. "Honestly, you..." she murmured, then gently leaned into me.
I turned the doorknob and opened the door, just like last night.
There was no trace of the massive amount of semen I'd released on the door or the hallway floor.
Minori-san must have cleaned it up neatly. I needed to thank her.
"I'm sorry for making a mess yesterday."
"U-um... don't worry about it. I messed up too."
My stepmother shuddered in my arms.
"You wiped it up, right? My semen?"
"Yeah... Otherwise, it would have been a problem, wouldn't it?"
"Did you use a rag?"
I shifted my hand from her waist to her well-developed buttocks.
"T-That..."
Even through the bathrobe, it was obvious that Minori-san's buttocks were large, soft, and firm.
"Did you get a taste?"
"...Don't ask."
"Was it good? I really want to know, Minori-san."
"...Yes. It was good," she replied in a voice that was barely audible.
Just as I suspected. After that, she must have savored the semen I released with that lewd mouth of hers.
The mere thought of it made me aroused. My penis felt intensely irritated. I wanted to see her pathetic form, crouching like a dog in the hallway, licking up the scattered semen.
"You're a pervert, Minori-san."
"No... I'm not that kind of vulgar woman..."
As dusk fell, crimson sunlight filtered through the curtains, making the dust and particles in the air sparkle like diamonds.
I pushed her back toward the bed.
"Minori-san, you're a vulgar woman."
"No... I'm not... indecent..."
"Come on, show me your naked body, Minori-san."
Standing with my back to the door, I deliberately let my gaze roam over my stepmother's entire body.
"Ugh, how embarrassing..."
Fidgeting, my stepmother glanced at me repeatedly, as if seeking some kind of permission.
Ah, I see. So that's it. She probably wants me to strip her, right?
She's trying to prepare an excuse, isn't she?
To make it seem like she didn't willingly advance on her stepson.
She wants to maintain the pretense that I forced everything on her.
What a sneaky woman. Not content with evading responsibility, she's trying to pin it all on me.
Still, my stepmother must be conflicted.
Deep down, she's burning with desire for me, yet she still clings to her roles as a mother and a wife. Trapped between her lust and her sense of propriety, she must be suffering terribly. I'll have to be the one to rescue her.
I'll play the villain to make it easier for Minori-san to make excuses.
In other words, I'll say something like:
"Don't be so shy. Strip quickly or I'll tell Dad."
That's the kind of thing.
"Wait! You can't do that! You can't tell him..."
"It's too late to act modest now. You're a complete pervert, Minori-san, sucking your son's penis and swallowing his cum multiple times. And yesterday, you were masturbating on this bed while thinking about me, weren't you? What kind of fantasies were you having? Tell me."
"I can't! I absolutely can't!"
Her expression turned desperate, her head shaking weakly.
Ah, why is this? Seeing her like this fills me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
I want to see her suffer more, to make her cry. I want to corner her further, with words or actions.
"Well, since Minori-san has such a loose tongue, I'll go first."
"Huh?"
"Actually, I've been jerking off almost every day, using thoughts of you as my fantasy."
"Every day...?"
"Yeah. I'm not lying. You're just too damn sexy, Minori-san. I've been staring at you with lustful eyes the whole time. Didn't you notice?"
How could I not have noticed? I must have known all along.
"...Yeah. I knew you were staring at me."
Just as I thought.
"So I want to see more of your sexy body, Minori-san. I want you to tell me how you fantasize about masturbating. I love you, so I want to know everything about you. Does that make me crazy?"
"...I've been imagining... you too..."
Bending over, the stepmother stared at a spot on the floor as she spoke.
"I was comforting myself..."
"What were you doing with me?"
"Naughty things."
"Be specific."
"Sex..."
"So you were masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with me?"
"..."
"Stop being silent and answer me!"
"...Yes. Fantasizing about sex with Yosuke-san."
"Where? On this bed?"
The stepmother nodded.
"Well, well. So choosing this place was the right decision after all. Isn't this more exciting than doing it in my room?"
Standing in front of Minori, I inserted my fingers under her delicate chin and forced her to look up.
"Hey, Minori-san."
"Ugh... Yes. It's exciting..."
Her eyes glistened, the flames of hidden lust flickering uncontrollably.
From now on, her fantasies were about to become reality.
I'm going to thoroughly fuck Minori-san.
I'll carve a pleasure deeper than the fantasy-induced masturbation into this ripe body.
"Go on, take it off."
"Okay..."
Finally, my stepmother's fingers reach the knot of the bathrobe.
I take a step back, my gaze openly lecherous as I stare at her.
Hrip.
The knot unravels, and her massive, bare breasts spill out with a soft thud.
At the same time, her long, shapely legs—like a model's—and her hairless crotch are revealed.
She turns away from me, pulling her hands out of the sleeves. Following gravity, the bathrobe falls to the floor.
Her back is flawless, as pure white as fresh snow.
Minori crosses her arms over her chest, carefully crossing her legs to cover her intimate area before turning to face me.
"Ooh..."
A sigh escapes me at the beauty of her naked form.
Her figure had a well-defined, feminine curve. Even completely naked, she maintained an air of propriety. Yet, at the same time, her exquisite body carried an intoxicatingly feminine scent that could drive any man mad.
"Don't stare so intently... It's really embarrassing."
Her girlish bashfulness only stoked my lust.
"Move your arm aside. Show me your breasts."
"...Ngh..."
My stepmother's slender arm slid smoothly to the side, finally revealing her two massive peaks.
"Wow..."
Full, bowl-shaped I-cup breasts. Nipples a pale pink, showing no sign of wear. Small areolas gave them an exceptionally refined appearance.
They were so innocent, fresh, and springy—qualities so unbecoming of a married woman in her thirties—that they were undoubtedly the epitome of perfection.
Apart from seeing my mother's breasts, I'd never seen a woman's bare chest before. But having watched countless AVs, I could lecture like a sommelier about the shapes of married women's breasts in AVs. Yet I'd never seen such a stunning pair that defied their owner's age so completely.
"Minori-san, may I touch them?"
"Yes, you can. But... they're very sensitive, so please be gentle."
"Okay."
Gently, I cradled my stepmother's I-cup breasts in my palms, lifting them as if scooping up soft pillows.
The texture was springy and bouncy. But it wasn't just softness; when I pressed my fingers in, they met a firm resilience that bounced back.
"Ah, how... wicked."
"Mmm♡ Be gentle♡ Be gentle with me♡"
Just from kneading her breasts with my fingers, my stepmother was already moaning, her lips parted in wanton abandon.
Her expression said it all. Her dazed, blissed-out face was a testament to how good it felt to have her breasts touched.
"Are your nipples sensitive too?"
"Yaaan♡ Nipples♡ Don't touch my nipples♡♡"
She stiffened, shaking her head.
Understanding her reaction, I simultaneously raised my index fingers and pinched both nipples at the same time, rolling them between my fingers.
"Nnn♡♡ Hiiii♡♡ Th-there♡♡ Don't touch there♡♡"
Minori's voice pitched higher, almost shrill.