"This feels strangely embarrassing," I said.
"Heh, did you manage to regain a bit of composure, Yosuke-san?" Minori-san chuckled.
We were soaking in a bath that wasn't exactly spacious, with her long black hair, reaching past her waist, coiled into a bun on top of her head.
It had been ages since I last bathed with my mother.
And of course, this was the first time I'd ever bathed with Minori-san.
Even after our bodies had intertwined and our hearts connected, I still felt remarkably nervous.
"Regain composure...? That's a bit of an exaggeration."
As I washed myself, my lower body began to ache again as I stared unabashedly at my voluptuous stepmother's form.
Even now, with Minori-san sitting on my legs, her soft curves pressed against me as she leaned back against the bath, my instincts were threatening to surface again.
"Yep, it's hard."
"You can tell?"
"It's pressing against my butt."
"Right."
"You've got bottomless libido. Or should I say, stamina?"
"Thanks to you."
Those words "thanks to you" really captured the sentiment perfectly.
If it weren't for Minori-san, I doubt I'd have become such a lust-crazed monkey.
Her voluptuous body, loosely embracing me from behind, is like a drug that drives me insane.
"Because of me?"
"Of course."
"Does that mean I should be happy?"
"I'm certainly happy."
"Hmm. Then I guess I'm happy too. Thank you for getting so excited over an old woman like me♡"
Minori-san turned and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
Her dazzling smile was right in front of me. Her bewitching looks, which stir my primal instincts and make me want to keep her all to myself forever.
"Hey, Yosuke."
Her voice was like a purring kitten, hinting that she was getting a little frisky again.
This woman... She's just as bad as I am.
"No matter how much I wash, your thick fluid keeps flowing out from deep inside me, Yosuke-san♡"
"Because I've ejaculated inside you so many times."
Let's see... How many times did I come inside her in the end?
I can't even count anymore. And that's not counting the times I made her swallow.
Both her mouth and down below must reek of me by now.
"But somehow, I feel refreshed," Minori-san says.
"Refreshed?"
"Emotionally, I mean. Oh, and physically too, I suppose."
"Really?"
I tease her nipple with my finger, and she lets out a cute little gasp: "Ahnn♡"
"Come on, I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!" My stepmother puffs out her cheeks, her expression both serene and childlike, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of sensuality that she can't quite conceal. Seeing all of that together, I realize with a wistful thought that I really do love this woman.
A serious conversation, huh?
"Why did you fall for me?"
"Yeah. You want to know, don't you?"
"More than anything."
"You won't be repulsed?"
"Absolutely not."
"It's pretty bad, you know."
"If it makes you feel better, I'll spill some embarrassing stuff about myself too—things that might gross you out."
"Then I'll grill you about that too, root and branch."
Squelch.
Wet hands traced the nape of my neck.
"Once upon a time, in a certain place, there lived a woman named me..."
Minori was a woman blessed with abundant love affairs.
Her voluptuous figure and alluring face, rivaling those of AV actresses in their ability to draw male gazes, combined with her gentle and serene personality, made her a magnet for scandalous rumors with men from a young age. Her natural tendency to yield to others only fueled these rumors.
Yet none of these relationships lasted long. The shortest lasted mere weeks, while the longest barely reached six months before fizzling out.
Why?
Because she possessed a terrifyingly exquisite body and an insatiable sexual appetite.
Minori carried within her a demonic nature: she would utterly exhaust any man she fell for, draining him dry in exchange for her devoted service.
Moreover, as she aged, her depravity only sharpened. Yet despite her vast experience, she never met a man capable of satisfying her, leaving her to relieve her frustrations with crude masturbation day after day.
One day, by chance, Minori's father sat next to her at the bar counter.
Driven by pent-up frustration and the courage of alcohol, she slept with him that very night. After such an intense reunion, it was only natural that Minori would fall in love.
The wedding came just three months later. Even after learning that he was a widower living with his teenage son, her feelings remained unchanged.
Their early married life seemed blissfully smooth.
It even looked like she and Yosuke, his son, would get along well.
However, shortly after their remarriage, her husband was promoted to head of technical sales and began a grueling life of constant travel to clients across the country.
This left Minori, whose body had been satisfied by their frequent encounters, reeling from the rebound. She quickly reverted to her old habits, spending her days masturbating obsessively.
She rarely saw her husband, so the only man living under the same roof was her son.
It was inevitable that her insatiable sexual desires would turn toward Yosuke, a perfectly normal high school boy.
*****
"So... um, which should I start with? The perverted episode or the worst episode?"
"Well, both are probably perverted and awful, so let's start with the first one."
"I picked up the tissues Yosuke-san used after masturbating from the trash and jerked off while sniffing them..."
"O-oh..."
"Sometimes I even scraped out some sperm with my fingers and rubbed it on my pussy... I tried that once?"
"Just to confirm... this 'sometimes' means it wasn't every time, right?"
"I'm sorry... It happened almost every time... I even tasted them..."
"Right..."
A sudden, intense revelation hit me, and I felt like burying my head in my hands.
So that's how desperate you were?
In that case, I'm still quite cute by comparison.
Riding this momentum, I decided to confess my own past misdeeds.
"But I also secretly rummaged through the laundry baskets in the changing room, sniffing your underwear, Minori-san."
"Oh, I knew that."
"Wait, what?! Then you also knew about me secretly masturbating with your freshly worn panties while you were showering...?"
"Of course I knew. And you know what? I was masturbating in the shower too, using the image of you jerking off with my underwear as my fantasy."
"...You win."
This was my defeat. I had to admit it. To think a high school boy would lose to a married woman in sheer lust.
Wait a minute. If this is the "pervert episode," what on earth is the "worst episode"?
"But the real stomach-turning part is yet to come, isn't it? I don't want to hide anything from you anymore, Yosuke-san. I want to test whether you can still love me after knowing the real me. Okay?"
"Of course, I welcome that. I've still got some youthful indiscretion stories up my sleeve myself! I'd love to see how you handle this."
"Then, without holding back, Yosuke-san, your high school bans smartphones, right?"
"Yes."
"And you leave your phone on your desk the whole time you're at school, right?"
"Uh... yeah..."
At this point, I already had a good idea where this was going.
"And since I sometimes clean your room, you don't even lock the door, do you?"
"Speaking of which, I don't lock my phone either."
"Hehe. So... you can't help but sneak a peek sometimes, right?"
"Asking for consent with that look on your face is just awkward."
"You were checking my browser history, weren't you?"
"Ah, I see. Got it."
"So I was bare-hipped this morning, right?"
"Yeah, I've watched plenty of those videos. That's what this is about, right?"
"This is the worst episode ever."
"Minori-san, you..."
In other words...
Minori-san knew exactly what kind of AV genres I liked watching on free video sites.
Actually, it seemed she'd noticed my feelings for her a long time ago.
"You're the worst pervert, though♡"
"Saying it sweetly won't work..."
"Then I'll say it sleazily? I'm that pathetic perverted married woman who gets aroused sniffing the tissues Yosuke-san used after jerking off, or checks your video history and fantasizes while masturbating."
"So that thing the night before last..."
Could it be that I'd just walked straight into her trap?
She masturbated deliberately loud enough for me to hear, then let me peek...
"Ah, that was really just a coincidence. It was the middle of the night, you know!"
"Right."
"But there were days I was masturbating, hoping you'd find out. Maybe I wanted you to notice even sooner?"
"By taking that kind of risk... didn't you ever consider that I might end up hating you?"
"I did at first, but halfway through, that possibility vanished entirely."
"Why?"
"Because I wasn't just checking your video viewing history—I was also looking at your browser search history."
"..."
It all made perfect sense now.
Lately, I'd been devouring real-life incest stories online—mother-son affairs, family incest experiences, stepmothers' lust, you name it.
My browser cookies must have been crammed with search terms like "mother-son incest true stories," "family incest personal accounts," and "stepmother arousal."
"I'm sorry, Yosuke-san."
Her gaze turned slightly serious as my stepmother began to speak earnestly.
"I was... well, frankly, quite startled."
"Do you hate me now?"
"Not at all, but I realized I'd have to teach you a lesson."
"A naughty one?"
"Absolutely. From now on, I won't hold back. I'm going to make you live out every teenage boy's fantasy, Minori-san."
"Right. So where should we start? Buy some adult toys and ride the train with one inside me?"
She beat me to the punch!
No, wait—anyone could figure that out by looking through my browsing history.
It's a thrilling fantasy I've always wanted to try at least once.
"Later, we can browse adult websites together."
Minori-san bounced enthusiastically on top of me, clearly in the mood.
Splash! Water flew everywhere.
With her, I have a feeling she'll let me do everything I want.
Though she's a bit (or maybe more than a bit) perverted, there's no doubt she's my ideal partner.