Chapter 16: Double Teaming Setsuko With Noriko, Lunch With Mitsuko & Gang, Kiss-Raping Chan-Chan, Mom Rides Nanashi

You're woken by your phone buzzing. Kimiko groans softly from her position resting against you, her butt grinding a little against your hard cock. "Stay a while longer, honey," she mumbles, semi-confused as to who exactly is the man in her bed. A glance at your phone reveals the caller is Terumi.

Good morning, Master!

I masturbated to the thought of Noriko with big fat tits, giving you a titwank. ♡

Is it true her mother has large breasts, and she'll get them too once she's knocked up?

That's really hot to think about! ♡

"Tell them to wait another half-hour," Kimiko mumbles sleepily, as your phone buzzes with its latest text.

A girl with big boobs who only has them because she had your baby? ♡♡♡ It's insanely sexy, Master!

You put down the phone, wrapping your arms around her stomach, then letting your hands slowly drift up to her blouse. You gently grope and tease her breasts, and she sighs happily, wriggling back against you. "Somebody's frisky this morning," she says, softly, eyes still closed. "I like it," she teases, flirtatious, but with a degree of familiarity that suggests she doesn't realize who's groping her right now.

You kiss her neck. "Good morning, Mom," you say. She stiffens, thinking, then opens her eyes slowly, looking back at you. Your hands are still on her tits.

"Good morning, Nan-chan," she says, warmly. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very well," you tell her. "I hope you did too."

"I slept fantastic," she says, smiling. "I was worried I'd have a tough time with your father gone, but you are just the thing," she says, turning a bit to boop your nose. "Maybe we'll have to do this every night," she adds, with a little laugh. Your cock throbs.

"That does sound nice," you say, kissing her neck. "I'm going to go check on Momo." Kimiko wears a slightly annoyed expression at that. "Something the matter?"

"No, no, go ahead," she says. She pauses. "Really, it's fine. Go."

You get up out of bed, collect the clothes you didn't wear to it, and go to find Momo.

Momo, for her part, is sleepily hugging Tora again, eyes closed, a little snort going through her nose. "Nana-kun..." she mumbles out, her leg kicking a bit.

"Hm?" You ask. She doesn't respond. Guess it's a dream again.

"Nana-kun... you're so strong... ah... you're hugging me too tight..."

You crawl into bed behind her, wrapping your arms around her belly, breathing softly against her backside. Her small body presses against you as she wriggles a bit. "Mm... Nana-kun," she breathes, quietly. "You smell nice..." Her leg kicks a little again. "Hold me, Nana-kun..." You wrap your arms around her a little more tightly, and she sighs.

Eventually, she wakes up, snuggling against you for a moment, before squeaking in surprise and twisting. "A-ah! Nana-kun!" She's blushing, as she twists on the bed. "U-um. Good morning."

"Good morning, Momo-chan," you say. You gently ruffle her hair, making her blush even brighter. "Having a nice dream?"

"M-maybe," she mumbles.

You lean forward, giving Momo a chaste peck on the lips. She blushes bright red, and doesn't pull away, just freezing up - so you twist your head a little, and let your tongue enter her mouth. She squeaks in surprise, the heat radiating from her cheeks, her mouth warm and wet as you penetrate it with your tongue. She doesn't stop you or struggle to get away, however, and when you finally pull back, her eyes are big, her cheeks a rosy red. A little drool slips out of her half-agape mouth before she hurriedly shuts it.

"H-huh," she breathes, her warm breath tickling your cheek. She swallows. "Why did you do that? Y-you're my brother!" She says it almost defensively, like she was using it as an excuse.

"Exactly," you tell her, gently stroking her cheek, making her blush. "I'm your brother. I don't want to give you away to anyone. You're my super cute little sister, and I wanted to make your dream come true."

"I-I wasn't dreaming about that," she says defensively. Her cheeks are still red, and her eyes run down to your collarbone, which she stares at.

"I love you, Momo. I know you love me too." You gently touch her chin, pulling her up to look at you, and her eyes seem to spin as they stare into yours. You lean forward and kiss her again, your tongue entering her mouth. She doesn't resist, but she does squirm a bit, as your tongue invades her mouth, a panty, breathy wave of warm air escaping her mouth into yours. When you pull back, you smile. "We love each other. So there's no harm, is there?"

"A-ah, um, m-maybe," she mumbles, breathing heavily. She swallows. "I, um, I don't know..." her eyes roll down your body to your groin, and she blushes as she realizes what she's looking at, but keeps up her gaze. "It's so fast..."

"Is it fast? We've known each other our entire lives. If we both care about one another, why not act on it?"

She mumbles. Then she pushes you. "L-let me think about it, okay! If you really care about me!"

"Alright," you say, ruffling her hair, then kissing her forehead. She blushes, and you rise from the bed, adjusting your clothes a bit. "See you soon, Momo-chan," you tell her, with a warm smile. She blushes again, at that, as you leave her in her bedroom to stew for a bit.

You decide to hunt down Setsuko. You find her working in the library, chatting with Noriko, who has a book in her hands that she's not reading as she speaks. You decide to pause at the doorway, listening in.

"I don't really have anything like that," Setsuko says, sounding vaguely wistful. "I don't know. I mean, being Nanashi's maid isn't so terrible... he treats me nice, and doesn't hit me."

"From the way you responded, I do not believe you don't care about it."

"Well, no, I would like to have one, but... I don't even know what it would be."

"You should look for one, then. You mentioned dancing?"

"That was just a dumb thing from when I was young."

"Perhaps you could extend something you currently do into a more recreational form."

"Maybe." Setsuko sounds unsure.

"Nanashi originally recommended a collection of creative hobbies for me, but found they did not fit my personality. Perhaps art would help you to occupy your time."

"Maybe." After a bit of thought, she sighs audibly. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm just thinking it would be nice because with your father I never really got the chance to do anything like that. Maybe I wouldn't really like it at all."

"You should think about it in more detail, then." Noriko then turns her gaze back down to her book. Setsuko's scrubbing the floors. Apparently her new uniform came in, and it's a sexy french maid uniform, with the frills and the black and white, showing off her tits and ass as she works on her hands and knees, scrubbing away. Her expression is pensive, distant, as she works.

"You should see about getting a hobby," you say, and Setsuko blushes as she realizes you overheard. You step into the library and lock the door behind you. "Or take up art, or whatever you like. I want you to be happy, to be as much as you can be. I'll help if I can."

"A-ah, thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, some nervousness in her voice. "I... I don't even know what to do, really," she says, with a small smile. "I've just been a mother and a wife and nothing more for so long it's hard to remember doing anything other than cooking, cleaning, and being screwed," she says, blushing at that last one.

"We'll see about dancing," you tell her. "There are a lot of possibilities. Maybe you'd like knitting? Or reading, or singing, or art. I can get you any tools you need."

"Thank you, Nanashi-sama," Setsuko says with a blush. You come over to her, where she's on her hands and knees, and squat down. Her soft purple hair, her big blue eyes, and the line of cleavage from her insane tits, now shown off with her low-cut maid uniform, all are in your field of view. She blushes as you look her over. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noriko calmly bookmark and fold her book, clearly expectant.

"Why don't you put down the towel and let me take care of you for a little bit?" You ask it gently, and she nods, sliding the towel to one side, putting it with her other cleaning equipment. You get up behind her, glancing over to Noriko and gesturing for her to come by. "Sorry about not being there for you this morning, my mother was feeling lonely with Dad gone."

She smiles. "It's okay. I'm glad you're such a good son to your mother."

"Sit in front of Setsuko," you tell Noriko, "with your legs splayed, skirt hiked up. Take off your panties, actually." Setsuko blushes as Noriko takes them off, putting them to one side. She's clearly wet already. "Now we can all enjoy ourselves like one big happy family," you say, pulling out your cock. You pull down Setsuko's panties to her ankles, and flip up the frilly black and white skirt on her uniform, showing off her plump ass and her wet sex.

You take hold of Setsuko's hips and bury yourself inside of her in a single quick thrust. She gurgles in surprise, eyes rolling up, cheeks flushing, as you hold yourself within her tight, wet sex. Noriko looks breathlessly down at her mother where her face is, right in front of her, and it doesn't take her long to put two and two together. She grasps the back of her mother's head and slowly pushes her down to her cunt, sighing as her mother starts to audibly lick her out. "That is very pleasant, mother," she says, before sighing again, legs twitching a bit as her mom's tongue slurps at her daughter's cunt.

"You are so sexy in this uniform," you tell Setsuko, smiling. "It was definitely worth the wait," you explain, as you begin to thrust in and out in earnest. Your hands run along up to her breasts, and you find she's not wearing a bra beneath it, making you groan in pleasure. "Fuck, that's so sexy," you breathe, your hands hurriedly pulling at the fabric of her maid uniform, pulling it down so her breasts stick out, pushed together and up by the fabric of what was a tit-window. Your fingers play with her nipples as you keep up a slow pace in front of her, and Noriko looks down at her mother with an intent stare while she eats her out. "I'm really glad you didn't wear a bra," you tell Setsuko breathlessly.

"Is there any particular reason that you did not wear a bra?" Noriko asks, her fingers gently petting her mother's scalp as she eats her out.

"Umfumforble," she mumbles out into her daughter's cunt, making Noriko shiver a bit, eyelashes fluttering.

She grinds her cunt against her mother's face in response to her now-heightened arousal, making Setsuko squeak, but take it. Her hands reach for her mother's tits, playing with them. "I-if, you d-do not feel, s-sex with, Nanashi, and I, suff-ffices," she shivers, closing her eyes and coming, her juices splashing on her mother's face. Your own fucking gets harder, and you and Noriko both play with Setsuko's breasts together until she finally comes on your cock, her cunt squeezing and tightening on your hard dick as you pound this beautiful, buxom woman beneath you, her tits swaying back and forth.

"This uniform is so damn sexy, I can't take it," you groan, leaning over her, nibbling her ear. Noriko's still in the throes of her orgasm, her eyes lidded, her cheeks pink, a little drool slipping out of her mouth and onto her mother's head. "I really want to knock you up," you tell Setsuko. "Both of you. Fuck. When can I stop taking my birth control and start trying to knock you up, Setsuko?" You ask, your breath heavy.

"Ah mfof mo," she mumbles into her daughter's cunt, making Noriko's fingers claw frantically at her mother's breasts. Setsuko pulls her face out for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe after I'm divorced from Goro would be best," she says, and Noriko then grabs the back of her head and shoves her back down.

"Would you also like me to wear a maid uniform like this, Nanashi? You seem to be particularly aroused by it. Is it a fetish or 'kink' of yours?" She asks the questions so plainly, but she's got that ever so slightly sadistic look in her eyes as she does it.

"I'd love to see you in this kind of uniform," you tell Noriko, who smiles wantonly, grinding her mother's face against her cunt and orgasming again. "You're both incredibly sexy as you are, and the fact that you're a mother daughter pair makes it even better. Adding on maid uniforms to that? Fuck," you breathe, as Setsuko orgasms again from your hands on her tits and your cock in her cunt, her own sex trying to milk you and coax all your cum out.

You fuck Setsuko hard like that, watching her body bounce back and forth, Noriko keeping her head in her cunt and keeping up a barrage of questions. "Do you find that it is pleasant to eat out your own daughter?" Setsuko mumbles something. "I find that it is pleasant," Noriko adds. "What would make it particularly pleasant is if you licked a little higher, however. Yes," she breathes. "Continue there." Setsuko noisily licks and slurps at her daughter's cunt, most of her trepidation by now forgotten in the throes of orgasm.

"What about you, Nanashi?" Her eyes lock on yours as you fuck Setsuko. "Do you enjoy using Setsuko in this manner, forcing her to sexually submit not only to you, but to her daughter as well?" You can only nod. "That is good. It is good that you are enjoying yourself," she says, humping Setsuko's face more thoroughly. "I believe Setsuko is enjoying herself as well, given how frequently she has come thus far." Her cheeks are growing a bit redder, as she approaches an orgasm. "Please, continue, to lick me th-there, mother," she breathes out, eyes shutting as another orgasm rushes through her.

Setsuko gets fucked from both ends, you and Noriko forming a team. You offer Setsuko gentle compliments and play with her lewd body sweetly, trying to find her weak points as you screw her wet sex. Noriko grinds her cunt against her mother's face and asks a constant stream of embarrassing questions, the target switching from you to her mother and back again. By the end of things, both of them are sweating a bit, Setsuko's work in her daughter's cunt apparently becoming ever weaker, and you just sigh and release, splashing your cum up inside her.

When you're completely spent, you pull out, admiring the lewd tableau, the little leak of cum down Setsuko's thighs as her face is held in her daughter's cunt, Noriko's eyes seeming to stare past you blankly.

You lean down and grasp Setsuko's lips, kissing her on them, passionately, lovingly. Your fingers grope her ass, and she moans into your mouth, eyelids fluttering. Noriko just mumbles a little as your tongue slithers inside her mother's mouth. She tastes like Noriko's cunt right now, that mix of strawberries and cherries a delight on your tongue, and you finally let go of the kiss, pressing your forehead against hers. "I love you, and I will take care of you, and I well help you grow and learn and become more than you are, which is already incredible." Setsuko smiles loosely, still a bit out of it from being used from both ends.

You turn your head to Noriko, kissing her on the lips. She shudders for a moment, then her tongue starts to run along the back of your upper row of teeth, making you shiver. Setsuko grasps her own panties and starts to pull them all, grabbing the towel and wiping at her face, getting herself presentable. Noriko's hands slowly come up to your chest, pressing against it, not to push you away, but to explore. Her lips taste so sweet right now, her tongue's work on your mouth making you shudder.

Finally you break off the kiss. "I'll go get you two breakfast. Cereal and tea for Noriko," you say, pointing to her, making her smile, "and for Setsuko..." you trail off, asking her.

She blushes. "I suppose chicken and egg would be nice," she says, quietly.

"Then that's what I'll get for you," you reply with a smile. You stand up, tucking your cock back in your pants, and Noriko pulls on her panties before you leave her and her mother to recover, heading to find Akiko and put in your breakfast order.

Breakfast with the two of them is nice. Setsuko's smiling, talking to you and Noriko with a kind of calm ease you're not sure you've quite seen before. She keeps looking at you and then blushing when your eyes meet. Before you and Noriko head off towards school, she comes alongside you, glances this way and that, and offers you a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you, Nanashi," she says sweetly, still wearing her maid uniform.

You kiss her back. "I love you too."

"I also love you, Nanashi," Noriko says, and you give her a peck on the cheek as well.

"And I also love you, Noriko," you tease, as you arrive at the front door and get in the car with her, closing the privacy screen.

"Want to get a little fun in before school?" You ask Noriko, nibbling her ear.

"I enjoy fun things. Does it refer to sexual activity in this circumstance?"

"It does. I was thinking you could get down on your knees and suck me off. Less cleanup that way."

"That does sound pleasant." Noriko kneels in front of you, and tilts her head briefly. She slides down your zipper and pops out your cock, and you push her down, making her start to hum on your dick as she takes you to the base. You grasp her hair and fuck her throat, just sighing and enjoying yourself as she sucks you off like a pro. Her tongue wriggles a bit on the underside of your dick, and when you finally blow your load, you make sure to get it all on her tongue. She even licks your slit a couple times to make sure she gets every drop before you pop it out.

You zip yourself up, and she takes a seat behind you, completely silent. It's only when she swallows as you arrive at school that you realize she was swilling your cum the whole trip. "That was enjoyable, Nanashi. I would not mind repeating the experience in the future." You kiss her cheek and the two of you get out of the car.

"I wouldn't either," you tell her, with a little tease.

She walks alongside you, seeming thoughtful, though that might just be her naturally owl-like expression. "Do you have any plans for lunch today?" She asks, as the two of you arrive at the door to the classroom. A glance suggests a handful of your classmates are present - Kiyomi, Shuichi, Shichiro, and Raya, to be specific.

"No," you tell her, giving her a quick peck on the forehead. "I was thinking of finding Mitsuko again, making sure she's okay and all that."

"Oh. She is in room 17, further down the hall from here. I wish you luck."

"See you in a bit," you tell her, and she nods and waves as you go.

Mitsuko is quietly reading a book in her classroom. She's got a very studious expression on her face as she goes through it. She is cute, and it looks like she was first to the class. She's seated in the second row, in the middle - close to the front, but not so close that she stands out. The book has a hot pink cover and doesn't exactly look like schoolwork, more like a light novel. She doesn't notice you in the door, being too absorbed in whatever she's reading.

"Hey, Mitsuko," you say, and she glances up at you, blushing a bit. "Checking in to make sure you're doing okay. How have you been?"

"A-ah, I've been well, thank you for asking," she says, still blushing. Her eyes don't quite meet yours, and you're not sure if it's shyness or animal lust as they slide down your body to examine your collarbone.

"If you need any help with anything," you say, stressing the word, "I'd be more than willing to assist."

"Oh, no, thank you," she says. She doesn't look up from your chest. Guess it's not shyness, by the way she's staring.

"Would you like to join me and a few friends for lunch? I'd like to get to know you better."

"That sounds nice," she says. "Where?"

"We could meet in Room 42, or heck, you could come down to Room 11 where we are. Which would you prefer?"

She glances up at your face. "I don't know. I prefer fewer people to be around."

"Room 42 it is," you tell her. "I look forward to seeing you there." You smile. "What book is that?"

"Oh, this?" She giggles a little. "It's nothing important."

"You're reading it, so I'm sure it's important," you say, with a little smile. "Now come on. Tell me."

"It's about a girl who's reincarnated as a princess in a fantasy world..." she explains, quietly. "All the boys like her, and she gets everything she wants."

"You don't need to be reincarnated into another world to be a princess," you tell her, laying on the charm, and she blushes red.

"Th-that's sweet of you to say," she says, ducking her head a bit.

"A nice low-pressure read, then?" You ask. You don't think that kind of fantasy is particularly frowned on here. She smiles and nods. "Is it good?" She nods again. "Tell me a bit about it. It sounds like an interesting premise."

"Well. The girl is a mousy nerd in our world, but then she's reincarnated in a fantastical mystical realm, where she's doted on by all kinds of men. There's her betrothed, the cold-hearted Yamato, who protects her with an iron grip and would slay any who try to take her from him, if he knew. There's the gentle servant Arashi, the charming rogue Raito, and more, but those three are my favorites. Raito constantly fucks with Yamato but in a deniable way so he can't do anything about it, it's really funny," she says, with a giggle.

"Is there some kind of overarching plot?"

"Oh, not really. It's mostly about her enjoying her new life, getting to eat whatever she wants, being beloved and powerful and all those other things. She has magic but it's not much of a focus, other than one time where she's being in disguise in the city and gets bullied by a bunch of mean girls, then blasts them with her powers so they all want to drink their own piss," she says it with a certain gusto, like it's some kind of vindictive revenge fantasy that appeals to her in particular.

"Are there any girls giving this princess any trouble?"

"Oh, not any more," she says, brightly. "Nobody at this school."

"Would you do anything differently if you were the princess?"

"Mm..." she pauses, thinking over the question sincerely. "It's kind of cool to keep so many guys at your fingertips," she says, smiling a bit. "She just does it unintentionally though. I think it'd be cool to do it on purpose. I mean, if I was in that situation. Obviously you can't do that in real life."

"That does sound like fun," you tell her. "I should be getting to my own class. See you at lunch."

"See you," she says with a little wave, returning her attention to her book.

You head to class, which starts soon thereafter, before you really have the opportunity to do anything else. Amaya-sensei gives you a somewhat different look from what she would have given you yesterday, you think, but you sit down and get to studying. There's a test, which takes slightly longer than normal - maybe you don't quite have your head in the game - but that you manage fairly easily.

Then it's lunch time, which you set up with Mitsuko in Room 42.

"Hey, Terumi, Sumiko," you say, turning to the girls. "Want to hang out with me and this girl from another class?"

"Yes," Terumi says, excitedly, her hands wrapped around both your and her bento box.

"I will follow you, Nanashi-sama."

"Noriko," you call out, making your littlest girlfriend turn her gaze your way. "We're going to have lunch with Mitsuko, want to come with?"

"That sounds pleasant, Nanashi," she says, rising from her seat. The four of you head up, sitting down in various seats to eat, Terumi watching excitedly as you open your meal. Once again, it's half been cut and shaped into little hearts.

"It's very good, Terumi," you tell her, as you bite down on a bit of fruit, and she smiles warmly.

Mitsuko arrives, glancing around. "H-hi. You're Nanashi-san's friends?"

"That is an accurate, albeit incomplete, description," Noriko says softly.

"This is Noriko," you say, gesturing at Noriko, "Terumi, and Sumiko. Sumiko's into fencing, Terumi's into literature and flower arranging and cooking, and Noriko is into math and engineering."

"Ah," Mitsuko says. "Let me just take a seat," she says, with a little blush.

"Hey, if you want to borrow some of our food, go ahead and steal it," you say, glancing at your girls, who all tilt their bento boxes forward.

Mitsuko blushes. "How nice," she says, reaching with a fork for a carved up apple from Noriko's box, taking it into her mouth. "Yum. Thank you."

"You and Terumi both like books, I think," you say, glancing at Terumi. "Terumi, have you read anything interesting lately?"

"Oh. Recently I read The Love of the Blade."

Mitsuko perks up. "I love that book!" She says, excitedly. "I liked how much of a bitch the protagonist is." Terumi smiles pleasantly but you suspect she either disagrees with the characterization or with the enjoyment of the main character. "She has these two guys, and she plays them off against each other, it's so sexy. When she finally takes one, it's, nnf." She bites her lower lip at it. "What did you think?"

"I enjoyed parts of it," Terumi says. "I liked the way that Oda treats her once they are together."

"Yeah, that was good too," Mitsuko agrees. "He's got that whole, tell you what to do but it's always something fun thing going on."

"Nanashi is often very explicit about what he wants. As yet, I have not found anything he has asked me to do unpleasant enough to recall."

"I've enjoyed everything with him," Terumi sighs wistfully. "He's so considerate I feel selfish sometimes."

"Nanashi-sama is very thoughtful," Sumiko agrees.

Mitsuko blushes. "Ha ha, sounds, pretty good." She seems a bit... defensive? Flustered? As if them complimenting you was some kind of verbal assault on her, or something in that region. You can't quite put your finger on it. "Must be a great friend."

"Very good," Noriko says, and both Sumiko and Terumi nod.

"I can't take all the credit," you say, unbuttoning the top two buttons on your shirt, with Mitsuko's eyes being drawn to it. "The three of you are wonderful to me, as well."

Mitsuko stares at your chest for a little bit, and there's a lull in the conversation before Noriko speaks. "If you enjoy looking at Nanashi's chest, he could take off his shirt." Mitsuko just blushes at that, looking at Noriko with wide eyes, her glasses seeming to slide down her face as she stares. "Do you want Nanashi to take off his shirt?" She tilts her head curiously.

Mitsuko stammers a bit. "Well. I'd like to look at his chest."

You pull off the little school jacket and your shirt as well, leaving you topless, putting your glasses back on once they're off. Mitsuko turns her attention back to you, staring. "Do you like what you see?" Noriko asks. Mitsuko dumbly nods. "Would you like to touch him?" Mitsuko blushes, but nods. "Then go ahead. Touch his chest."

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Mitsuko hesitantly reaches forward for your chest, her fingertips tender as they touch your skin. "Enjoying touching it?" You ask, with a warm smile, and she blushes and nods. You gingerly reach over for her glasses, putting them back in their correct position. "You're very cute," you tell her. Her fingertips just sort of glide over your skin, nothing serious or groping.

You let her move her hands as she likes. You flex your muscles, and she just quietly stares, eyes flicking up and down from your chest ot your face, her fingertips running along it. Then she pulls her hand back. "Your chest is very nice," she says, turning her attention to her food.

"Did you enjoy touching his chest?" Mitsuko blushes and nods. "Would you enjoy licking his chest too?" Mitsuko blushes, freezing up. "Would you enjoy running your tongue along his chest, slithering your wet mouth here and-"

"Noriko," you interrupt. "Dial it down."

"Very well, Nanashi," Noriko says, leaning back in her seat and eating quietly. After a couple minutes, Terumi and Mitsuko start discussing books again, and Sumiko even joins in here and there. Eventually the period ends, Mitsuko skitters off, and you get dressed again before heading back to class with your harem.

The remainder of the school day passes without issue. Chanette half-storms up to your seat. "No funny business on our study date! I mean it!" She puffs up her chest, which certainly does fun things to her figure. "Just math and stuff!"

"Don't worry, I'll be too busy drilling you for there to be any funny business," you tell her, with an easy smile.

She glows a bit, cheeks red. "Y-yeah, don't think I'm stupid! That's some dumb double meaning! Probably like, drilling math exercises, am I right?"

"Well, that is what I was talking about. Why, what did you think?"

"Don't even pretend!" She scoffs. "You know what I was thinking!"

"About yesterday at lunch?" You ask, tilting your head.

She turns a vivid hue of red. "No! Stop being lewd! You're not even good at it," she says, raising her chin confidently.

"I don't think that everyone would agree with your view on that."

"Well, I'm the expert," she says, confidently pointing her thumb at her own chest, "aren't I? I've had, like, way more, way more, you know, than you," she says, realizing she's in a public place partway through the sentence. "Anyway! I'll see you for our study date!" She stomps off.

Most of the class has filed out of the room during your conversation, so you head out after her. She awkwardly stomps a little faster, to get away, and she's as tall as you so she manages to beat you to the front door by a good thirty seconds. "Do you walk home or take the bus?" You call out to her backside.

"I, take the bus! What do you care?"

"It'd be faster if we both took my car," you point out. She blushes.

"Fine! Still no funny business!"

"Of course, of course."

Soon you're at her house. This time it seems like her sister isn't playing insanely loud music, though as you head inside you spot her at the dining room table, a pair of headphones on her ears playing so loud you can hear it as she chews on carved up apples and writes in a notebook. Chanette tries to sneak past her, but she's angled so she can see you, and pulls off her headphones. "Hey! If it isn't handsome student boy!"

"Nanashi," you offer.

"Right, that's it. Yo, what's up?"

"He's going to tutor me some more!" Chanette says, loudly. "So go back to deafening yourself!"

"Hey, Marietta," you say, "Chanette and I have a date planned, I was wondering if you had any advice on where to go?"

"Oh, sure," she says, pursing her lips.

"She doesn't!"

"Yeah, I do," Marietta says dismissively. "She likes ice skating."

"Don't tell him that!" Chanette yells, blushing bright red. "Come on!" She says, dragging you along with her towards her room. She's surprisingly strong, but then there's that whole disproportionate strength thing the girls have.

You don't even flirt as you study with her, avoiding skinship as you gently guide her along. Her flusteredness from earlier fades and she's left to quietly concentrate on the work. She seems to really get it, at least the way you're teaching it - you are changing your angle a bit from the rote memorization that Kurogayan schools prefer.

When she finishes with her last set of practice problems, you review and find she did every one correctly. "Great work, Chan-chan," you say, with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm smart," she says, tucking her hair behind her ear proudly. "Thanks for the help, though," she adds, pouting slightly at having to give you some of the credit.

"So, how about that date. I was thinking, we could go underwear shopping? What bra size are you?"

"B-buh, that's none of your business!" She says, angrily.

You smirk. "I'm only teasing. I'm sure you're like an F-cup."

"Pfuh! Yeah right! Maybe if I had itty bitty titties like Noriko!" She pauses as she realizes she's about to unveil her actual bra size.

"What would you like to do? Marietta mentioned ice skating."

"I, um," she pauses, looking for words. "I like sneaking into clubs and getting drunk, and having sex with lots of hot guys there. Sex in the butt," she adds, for clarity.

"Well, if it's sex in the butt you want..." you say. "We could do that. Go get drunk at some club, then I fuck your cute little butt?"

"H-ha! Nice try, Nanashi! But I'm not that dumb!"

"Oh?"

"You still haven't dyed your hair! Sorry, but I only have sex with blonde guys, so no butt fucking for you!" She puffs up with pride.

"So if I dyed my hair before our date, then you'd let me fuck your butt?"

"Nope! You've got all kinds of stuff that's wrong with you!"

"Really?" You ask. "Like what? Noriko, Sumiko, and Terumi sure don't seem to mind whatever it is."

"Y-you know," she mumbles, vaguely. "Glasses!"

"I have contacts. I just don't wear them much because they're a pain."

"Well... uh..." she fumbles around for something. It's interesting that she picks stuff that's so superficial - a desire to avoid insulting you? It's cute. "Let's just go ice skating! I don't have time to list all your many, many flaws!"

"Sounds good. Friday work?" She nods. "We can do all sorts of lewd things together on an ice rink. Holding hands, interlacing fingers, rubbing noses, telling you how cute you are..." you lean forward, smiling a bit, as she blushes. "You can't get that from casual butt sex at the club."

"Y-yeah, right," she says. "Maybe with the casual butt sex a-a casual like you has! Somebody with lots of experience like me? I've held hands a ton with guys while they fucked my butt! Lots of them like it, you know! Or I guess you don't!"

You smile. "I suppose I'll just have to believe you. Even if I'm incredibly flawed, I think I'm really lucky you agreed to this date," you say, making her blush. "You're an amazingly hard worker, you've made a ton of improvements in math, and you showed real willingness to learn the material. Plus your ass is fantastic and your tits are probably the biggest I've ever seen up close and in person," you say, and she turns cherry red at that.

"Y-yeah, lots of guys say my tits are amazing, you think you're special! You're not!"

"It's also really hot that you're half-foreign. It gives you that little bit of exoticism." Or familiarity, or a mix. "It's sexy. I really like Wesmeri girls."

"Y-yeah, all you Kurogayans say that! Everyone knows Wesmeri girls are the best! It's no surprise!"

"Yeah, they are," you agree. You lean forward and kiss her, making her fume bright red as your lips meet hers, her eyes going wide. She squeaks in surprise, leans backwards and falls out of her chair. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, you just, surprised me," she says, hurriedly rubbing at her lips as if to make sure they're still there.

"That wasn't your first kiss, was it?" You tease.

"No! No! I've kissed tons of guys! Literally, thousands and thousands of pounds of guys! And one guy who was a thousand pounds! So it's no big deal, actually!" She stumbles up to her feet. "Y-you're still not blonde!" She huffs.

"If it's no big deal, then those guys weren't kissing you right. My girls are always very happy when I kiss them," you tell her. "Here, let me show you." She has a kind of deer in the headlights expression as you grasp her upper arms and pull her into a kiss. Your tongue slides into her mouth this time, as her tits smush against your chest, her bra tangible through the fabric of her shirt. Your hands run along her back, then down to her ass, and she moans, heat from her cheeks seeming to warm your body.

Then she comes, squeaking in surprise as it happens, a splash of spit or drool popping into your mouth as she just accepts it, blue eyes wide as she orgasms. She shivers in your grasp, and you hold her in your arms, tongue still in her mouth, for quite some time, before pulling away. "Now that's a proper kiss," you tell her.

She's bright red. "I-idiot! I come all the time from kisses!" She shoves you in the chest, pushing you away. "Go home!" She sniffles, seeming actually a little sad or angry at the kiss.

"I'm sorry," you tell her, trying to sound as sincere as possible. You let yourself move a little back, and she mirrors the motion, rubbing at her mouth and eyes as she pouts. "I was just teasing. I thought you were enjoying yourself. You didn't stop me from kissing you the second time, and it seemed like you could have."

She sniffles, putting on a brave facade. "Yeah, I could have! You just surprised me, is all!"

"Well. Is there something you don't want me to do in the future?"

She looks almost on the verge of tears. "N-no kiss rapes! In fact!" She suddenly puffs up, like she's found a way to turn this bad situation good. She points at you imperiously. "I'm the only one who gets to do the touching! You can't touch me unless I say so! And you can't try to make me come unless I say so too! Y-you big pervert!" She sniffles again. "I can't believe you did that," she says grouchily, crossing her arms and mumbling to herself. The only word you catch is 'first.' "I-in fact! You should grovel! You should definitely press your forehead to the ground and beg forgiveness!"

You kneel and bow, pressing your forehead to the ground. "I am deeply, deeply sorry, Chanette-sama," you say from your position. You can't see her expression here. "I apologize profusely for my words and deeds, and I understand that I crossed a boundary I should not have. Please, forgive my pitiful, wormlike self, so pathetic and cruel and degraded that I stole a kiss from you and made you come."

"Two kisses!" She interjects.

"That I stole two kisses from you and made you come. It was awful, and wrong, and I deserve nothing more than to be ground into the dirt like the pathetic, lowly wretch that I am, but I beg you stretch forward but a fragment of your endless forgiveness to me."

"That's a little far." She mumbles and grumbles then gently taps the side of your head with her shoe. "Well. Fine. You're forgiven I guess. Don't do it again though!"

You stand up, looking suitably ashamed, and she's pouting, but seems less angry. Like she burned out on the anger earlier. "You're not gonna grope and kiss rape me again, right?"

"No, I apologize for that."

"Good." There's an uncomfortable silence for several long seconds, then she breaks into a big smile. "I think I really got this math stuff, I bet Amaya-sensei's gonna be real impressed!"

"Yeah, you definitely were doing really well," you say. "I really think you'll do great."

There's another pause. "Alright. Go home now. I'll see you on Friday."

"Right. See you on Friday," you say, before leaving her. Yikes. Really pushed her too hard. You should dial it back a bit in the future, she's fun to fluster but she really didn't like that. You take out your phone and call up Shiiro, telling him to come pick you up. He drives you home, and you think about your date with Kimiko. If things go according to plan, maybe you'll be able to fuck the same vagina that brought you into this world.

Obviously, with your date tonight with Kimiko, you already scheduled where you would be going. But where is that, exactly?

Right. The amusement park. Ferris wheels, carnival games, attractions, lots of different things to do, and it'll be interesting to see how Kimiko behaves in an entirely new element.

"I'm home, Mom," you say, rapping on the office door.

"Ah, just a second, let me get dressed," she says, practically bursting out of her office.

"Wear something casual. I want to spend some time with you in a bit different environment."

She tilts her head, quirking an eyebrow, but seems to accept, nodding. "Where?" She asks.

"The amusement park." She laughs a little, then looks back at you. "Really. It'll be fun," you say.

"Well, you are young, I guess," she says, but there's a little smile on her lips, playful. "I'll go find something 'lower class.'" She laughs again. "Like going incognito. Dress down yourself, too."

About ten minutes later, the two of you are in her car. She's wearing a t-shirt that shows off her navel, black with a white design displaying an egg, as well as Wesmeri text stating proudly: "Eggs Are Delicious." You have to assume she doesn't know what it means. Hell, to be honest, you don't either. She's wearing what looks like ripped jeans, cut off so that they're short-shorts, and a pair of sneakers. Her hair's not done up like its usual self, but instead let down in a long braid.

You're also dressed down: a loose jacket, a white t-shirt sans design, and some jeans. She smiles at you. "You look good even like that, Nan-chan," she says, teasingly.

"You look amazing yourself," you say, scooting up next to her, wrapping your arm around her. "I've been looking forward to this date."

She blushes. "I've been looking forward to it as well, Nan-chan." You peck her cheek, keeping up the skinship as best you can, putting one hand on her thigh. She's so cute like this, her cheeks warm but still having that undefinable air of power and confidence around her. She kisses your cheek back. "Spending time with my special little boy is always wonderful. Is school going well?"

"Great. Had a test, aced it, helped tutor another student, I think she's really gotten the material down, now." Kimiko smiles. "Where did you get that shirt, by the way? It really shows you off."

She glances down, blushing a bit. "Ah. It's an old thing, I don't even remember when I bought it, or wore it last. Found it in my clothes at the bottom of the pile. It still fits, though," she says, smiling. "A little tight around the bust, so I think it was before Fumiko."

You run your hand along her thigh as you chit-chat, wanting to get her nice and warmed up for tonight. You want to fuck her brains out so very badly. When you arrive at the amusement park, you step out of the car in the lot, and her driver departs. "Any suggestions on where to go first, Mom?"

"Please. If we're going to be all incognito like this, call me Kimiko," she says. You notice she's not wearing her ring.

"Alright, Kimiko," you say. "And you can call me Nanashi, rather than Nan-chan."

She blushes. "Fine, Nanashi."

"No thoughts?"

"Hm. I don't know. I don't really go to these sorts of places, normally. You'll have to be my guide, Nanashi," she says, rolling the name over her tongue slowly, experimentally.

You decide to find the haunted house, taking your mother inside with you, her arm linked together with yours. She startles at one point, as a woman in rags with long oily black hair (probably a wig) jumps out, and holds you tight, your upper arm pressed into her bust before she recovers and moves back to normal, pretending it didn't actually bother her at all and blushing. For the most part, however, she manages to get through it with admirable composure.

When you get out, you spot a stand selling Koketi, and buy some of the marshmallow flavored kind - a relatively small pack, which your mother starts absently chewing. "This is quite fun, Nanashi," she says, a little loud to be heard over the crowd.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," you tell her.

"So where to next?" She asks.

"I was thinking maybe the roller coaster, but I think you should finish those off, first," you tell her.

"Oh, right," she agrees, offering them to you. You pop one in your mouth, and she chews hers as well. "These are different from the store bought kind. Fresher?"

"Probably," you agree. The two of you find a bench, and she snuggles up against you. To all the world she at most looks like a cradle robber, if not just a regular girlfriend, cutely snuggled up against you. Nobody just looking at the two of you could tell she's your mother. She pops another Koketi in her mouth.

You take one of the Koketi, waiting for her to finish her current one, then place the new one in front of her mouth. She obediently snaps her mouth out, lips closing around it, and your fingers, as she sucks it into her mouth. "You are so cute like this, Kimiko," you tell her, and she blushes a bit, hand touching her cheek where it warms. You take another Koketi, but this time you hold it with your lips - no teeth, no fingers, just your lips.

When Kimiko finishes her current one, she leans forward to take it from you with her mouth, and you quickly and easily transfer it into a heartfelt kiss, your tongue pushing the Koketi into her mouth. She's sloppy at first, her tongue trying to work out how to handle the Koketi, giving you the initiative. She doesn't even seem to really consider her position, acting in an entirely uninhibited manner, drooling into your mouth as your tongues play with one another. She sighs and moans, her hand running along your backside, pulling at you, pulling you deeper into a kiss, the Koketi adding an interesting dynamic as it runs along her and your tongue both. Finally, she pulls back, audibly swallowing the Koketi.

"You make for a very cute girlfriend," you say, running your hand along her pale, naked thigh. "You're beautiful, sexy, smart, and very affectionate." She blushes still brighter.

"A-ah, now, come on," she says. "I think you might be getting a little too into character," she says, but you can tell she doesn't really mean that, she just doesn't want to fully admit her deep and heartfelt lust for her only son. She pops the last of the Koketi into her mouth, still blushing.

You smile and leave it at that. You get her up and wrap your arm around her waist, your fingers sliding along the exposed skin, and the two of you walk around for a bit. You find one of those ring-tossing games and win on your second try, winning her a colorful "lover's" bracelet that she wears with a certain flush of both embarressment and pride.

You wind up taking one last ride, this time on the roller coaster, putting your hand on her thigh as you rush through it, her smiling and yelling suitably as you go along, leaving behind her earlier prim and properness. She's a little giggly as the two of you disembark, wrapping her arm back around your hip as the two of you wander hand in hand. You mostly take in a few sights before she finally pulls out her phone and calls up her driver, heading out to the parking lot and waiting with you to be picked up. "This was nice, Nanashi," she says quietly, as you wait.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you respond. The car arrives, and the two of you snuggle in the seat, her eyes occasionally staring at the bracelet on her hand with a kind of possessive, girlish look. You gently run your fingers along her thigh some more, wanting to keep her warmed up, and kiss her tenderly on the lips. She blushes, but accepts the kiss, not really resisting you.

Then you get home, and she starts to move away from you, sliding along the seat towards the car door.

You wrap her in a hug before she can stand up. "You mean a lot to me, Kimiko," you say. "I love you so much."

She blushes red at that. "Thank you, sweetie. I love you too," she says. She hugs you back for a couple seconds, and you release her, letting her leave. You follow her up and out.

"A gentleman walks his date home," you tease, lacing your fingers together with hers and walking towards the door. When you get inside, she briefly tries to disentangle her hand from yours, but you stop her. "We're not to your door yet," you tell her.

"A-ah, of course, Nanashi," she says, blushing a bit. Apparently it's been a while since she was last properly romanced, gauging by her reactions.

When you arrive at her door, you give her a long, loving, sensual kiss. She blushes scarlet as your tongue invades her mouth, but doesn't stop you, doesn't resist. When you pull back, you press your forehead against hers, your glasses clacking against one another. "Spending all that time with such a sexy, beautiful woman... I need you. So badly."

She blushes, but nods. "Come on, Nanashi," she says quietly, guiding you into her bedroom, locking the door behind the two of you. "Let me take care of you," she says, kissing your neck, her hand running along your cock in your pants. "Tell me how Mommy can make it better."

"After tonight, I need more," you tell her. "More than the other times. I can't take it, I need more than just your mouth, you're so, so beautiful, Kimiko," you tell her, and she blushes.

She pauses, pulling away, chewing her lip as she looks at you. Finally, she nods, to herself, to you. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," she orders.

You strip, and she watches you do so, her eyes both full of lust and a certain trepidation. This is the point of no return, where she can't pretend any longer, or at the very least it's extremely close to it. When you're naked, you lie down, waiting for her. She breathes as she looks at you. "Close your eyes, sweetie," she says. You do so. You can hear clothes come off and hit the ground, and then her weight shifts on the bed. "You can open them now." She's straddling you, your cock just an inch from her wet sex. "Mommy's going to take care of you, so just tell me if you need anything at all, okay?" She swallows, her expression as nervous as a girl about to give up her first time.

You nod, looking up at her. She slowly slides down, her sex taking in your cock with an admirable tightness, and she squeaks a little as she fills herself up with you. Her head flops forward, glasses hanging down for a moment, before she pulls her head back up, pushing her glasses back into place. She's now completely engulfed you, and your hands reach out for her, one palm pressing against her pubic mound so that your fingers tease her clit and lower lips. She shivers a bit, biting her lower lip cutely as she starts to rise again, her expression interesting as she tries to hold back from orgasm. Your other hand slides up her taut, pale stomach, grasping one of her breasts and squeezing.

She orgasms, hard, at that point, slumping back down atop you. Her cunt squeezes you, and her own hands press at your stomach for purchase as she holds herself there, shivering in pleasure. A little splash of drool escapes her lips, hitting your bare skin, and you play with her body, running your hands along her breasts, cupping her ass cheeks, admiring how damn sexy she is. "I love you, Mommy," you tell her, watching her gaze, the blush to her cheeks too. You grasp her hips and set her to bouncing again, and soon enough she recovers to the point that she helps you, humping up and down your cock.

"There's my boy, there's my good boy," she says. "You like playing with Mommy's tits, hm?" She asks, and you nod. She leans forward, still bouncing on your dick. "Go ahead, suck on them, suck on Mommy's nipples like you used to when you were just a baby." You lean forward, suckling hard on her erect nipples, making her moan. You get another jet of that sweet, delicious breast milk as you suck, the taste delightful on your tongue as she comes again, orgasming hard on your cock, her cunt squeezing and milking you.

You swap your attention upwards, kissing along her tits up to her neck, then her lips, getting a nice kiss as she drools in the wake of an orgasm. Her tongue becomes active, her fingers digging into your chest as she humps you, when she comes down from her orgasm. Your own hands grope and play with her ass, and with how erogenous women's mouths are here, it doesn't take long for her to orgasm that way.

She fucks you like a wild woman, and you get to play with every part of her body, even as she keeps you on your back. "Let Mommy do the work," she says, panting, when you try to lean up. You decide to allow her her moment in the sun, to bounce freely on your cock, her braid and her glasses hopping erotically as you play with her tits and ass, even slipping your fingers teasingly into her mouth at one point, making her mumble and gurgle on your fingers. Her strength wanes, her cunt tight on your cock, and she drools a little down on you as she makes inch or so little pumps, trying her hardest to keep going. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is too weak.

You grasp her hips, and she mumbles. "Let Mommy do it," she manages to get out, eyes begging.

You reach up for her cheek, smiling gently at her. "You've done more than enough. This was incredible. Let me," you tell her, and she blushes but accepts it as you flip her on her back, so that you're the one on top, without ever letting your cock out of her cunt. You hold her like that, staring down at her, starting to fuck her in earnest, her tits bouncing. "You're so hot," you tell her, leaning down over her, nibbling on her neck, and as she orgasms for the first time like this, you follow her up, letting her cunt milk you, drawing out as much of your sperm as it can. When you finish, she clearly expects the sex to be over, but it's not. Not by a long shot.

You kiss up to her ear, nibbling on it. "You're having sex with me before my future wife," you tell her, and she blushes. "You make a really cute girlfriend. I want that. I want you to be my girlfriend, Kimiko," you say, and her blush grows brighter. She nods, ever so slightly, and your cock throbs in her as you fuck her harder and harder. "You're really my girlfriend, now," you say, leaning back up, fucking her hard, your hands groping her tits as she squirms and pants beneath you.

Her eyes grow hazy as she rushes through orgasm after orgasm, but she does manage to sputter out some responses as you fuck her. "That's a good boy, make Mommy feel good," she says, breathlessly, in between orgasms at one point, and you fuck her twice as hard, playing with her nipples before leaning down and sucking on one of them, getting as much of her milk in your mouth as you can before ejaculating inside her.

Her cunt's a warm vice, and you're the one using it. She's passive, now, a lewd contrast to her earlier domination, as she moans and shivers on your dick, biting her knuckle to keep from becoming too loud. She's naked beneath you, and your hands roam her body, your eyes admiring her. She blushes, here and there. "I love you, Kimiko. I've loved you my whole life, and you've loved me too. This is only natural," you grunt out, as you fuck her hard. She burbles something incoherent, but you kiss her on the lips, tongue exploring her mouth, her own limp inside it. You let go, ejaculating inside her once more, and she twitches.

You don't stop there. Soon enough, she's limp beneath you, not even moving beyond the occasional shiver and moan. Your lips explore her neck, her breasts, her shoulders - you even take hold of her fingers at one point and suckle on them lewdly, making her eyelashes flutter. You play with her tongue occasionally, which makes her moan louder as she's used from both ends. At one point, your finger slides into her ass, making her shiver and pant, eyelids fluttering erotically.

Finally, you let go inside her one last time, groaning as you do. "Take it, take it Mommy," you grunt out, as you release your load deep, deep inside her, buried to the base. She sputters and collapses back onto the bed.

You lie down atop her, pulling her with you, so you're face to face on the bed, naked, your cock still inside her. You take off her glasses, setting them aside, doing the same with your own, before pulling the covers over the two of you. Before you drift off to sleep, your mother wraps you in her arms, curling you into her, pressing your head against her shoulder and kissing your neck. "I love you, Nanashi," she says, quietly.

"I love you too, Kimiko," you tell her.

The two of you go to sleep like that, your dick still in her.

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