Chapter 44: -12- Oyakodon’t

~~**  Watanabe Chigusa’s Point of View **~~

I never expected this development to happen.  Shota’s clearly not okay with mom’s suggestion and even I think something like this is too soon and likely a mistake on her part, but I do want to be with Shota at night.  I already came to terms with what I found acceptable, and sharing him with my mother to begin with, isn’t something that I’m unwilling to do.  My desire to be with him is so strong, that I’m okay starting again as the other woman in his life.

Shota however looked like a death row inmate on his final day with no sign of a stay of execution, and I wasn’t sure how to take that.  He’d made it clear to me that my mother was the ultimate priority in his heart.  Even though with help from my baby, I’d been able to recapture a part of it, I expected to have to work hard for the rest, to carve my place out properly.  That I would eventually lead him into betraying mom, I admit my own intentions in wrongdoing to her here, but this… was an opportunity, right?

Mom was being obstinate and not budging from her position at all.

She wanted us to do something similar to what we did two Fridays ago.  I didn’t dislike doing that… actually, even though I was together with her, I kind of enjoyed it.  I enjoyed knowing that my Shota was the kind of man who could please two women at the same time, even if one of them was my mother.

No.  It was because she was my mother.  She was happy being back and together with him.  It made him more attractive to me, if that’s not too weird a thing to say.

However, first things first, the kitchen needed to be cleaned up.  Mom wasn’t done drinking, and though I have seen her on a bender at home before in the past, mom was really fucked up right now and not suitable for doing any houseworld.

Shota and I handled everything while mom sat outside on the porch, emotionally preparing herself for tonight if I was anywhere near hitting the mark on my guess.  

Seeing dad again must have stirred up some intense feelings.

I didn’t want to go home, because home was no longer there.  It was here with Shota and my mother.  Even if I was the designated home-wrecker, somehow, this would remain my home, wrecked or not.

I was not prepared to give up my claim on Shota, and I was entirely uninterested in finding another man who might accept me like Shota already has.   He’s the father of the child in my womb, and he’s going to be a wonderful papa to our daughter.

When all the cleanup was taken care of, Shota went over to my mother and helped her up.  It… was time.

Shota, my mother, and myself all began our trek up to their room, and once there, I wondered if my second night with Shota as a proper lover, would go much better than the first.

Shota was nervous, but mom handled it using her tits.

She climbed onto the bed and pulled my Shota along with her.  She undressed her shirt and bra, revealing her large bare unmarred breasts that I was jealous of, and she carefully pulled his head into them, stroking his head so carefully, like she had done before with me when I had been a bit of a crybaby.

“Shota, there’s nothing wrong with what we’re about to do.  I’m giving you permission for this.  It’s something I’m selfishly asking for, so I need you to do your best here, for all of us.”

“Even if I don’t want to?”

“Yes, even if you don’t want to.  I want you to.  I need you to.  You can think I’m a crazy drunk who is off her rocker, and you wouldn’t be wrong about that, but this is my insecurity.  I’m trusting you with it, and I need you to do this with me–for me… for us!”

“Why us?  Why Chigusa?  Why now?  Please… explain it to me, Mayuri.”

“This is the explanation.  I don’t know the answer either, but… the answer can only come afterwards.  Because you’re doing this for me, with me, you aren’t betraying me.  You’re helping me.  You’re helping me with something very important, Shota, though I’m too drunk to put it into words right now.  I’m just asking you to trust me.  Trust your wife whose heart you stole.  Can you do that… for me?”

“When it’s over, you won’t disappear?”

“No, Shota.  Come hell and high water, I won’t disappear in the morning.  I’m your wife, Tachibana Mayuri… I won’t ever leave you behind again.”

Mom signaled me over to the bed and I sat down next to Shota, on the opposite side my mother was on.  I was actually a bit nervous now, because what I wanted so badly was now within reach.  I could have Shota tonight… I had permission, even Shota in all his words hadn’t said no.

A strange feeling shifted in my gut, but it wasn’t my unborn daughter.

When Shota was released from my mother’s chest, mom told me to undress as well, and I did so, but not with as much enthusiasm as I thought I would have.  Again, it wasn’t because my mother was here in the room with me.  That didn’t bother me at all.

I did as she said, and both my mother and myself were soon fully naked.  It’s not like I hadn’t stumbled upon Shota making love to my mother in the living room that day, I had seen her naked before, but… the circumstances were different now, and I had a chance to observe her mature body a bit more closely.

The body that I might one day also have, that… Shota might have.  The body of a mature housewife who’d given birth.

For a thirty-six year old woman, she was still quite attractive.  Obviously her breasts were her main attraction, at least two sizes larger than my own, and it made me wonder if my pregnancy would catapult my own size up.   I never knew how big my mother’s breasts were as a teenager before she had me, so I don’t know what to expect when the changes take hold of my body.

While mom’s hair is black and silky, mine is dyed blonde and not as smooth.  I have to comb the tangles out all the time thanks to the chemicals I use that make my hair dry.  I could probably still be as attractive if I had black hair too, but I wanted to be a flashy gyaru, and blonde is the way to go!

While mom only has a single piercing on her earlobes for earrings, I have multiple on each ear.  A long time ago Shota said he liked the two small ring piercings I had, and that led me to get a third higher up, and a barbell at the top.  I don’t know if he likes other kinds of piercings though.  I’m not confident in going further, but I have tossed around the idea of a belly button piercing and if Shota turns out to be a little kinky, I’d even be willing to get my breasts pierced for him as well.

Why am I thinking about this now?

Mom began to remove his shirt and once it came off, she directed me to the far right side of the bed, so I would be on Shota’s left when we laid down.  Shota would be in the middle, and mom on his right hand side, which sucked for me, because that was the best spot on Shota to snuggle into.

With Shota laying down on the bed now, mom stripped him all the way down, even taking his socks off.  It was now us two Hanazono women, and the man we loved, naked as the day we were born, and occupying each side of him.

Though we had gotten this far, it was different from what happened spontaneously in the kitchen.  How… exactly was this going to work?

“Mom, care to explain what we are supposed to do, exactly?”

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetie?  We make Shota feel good!”

“Yeah, but… I mean… the sex part.”

“No point in worrying until we get there.  Sex is a natural thing, Chigusa.  Even if you haven’t had intercourse but the one time, you did fool around with him, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah…”

“So just do what you want.  And as for you Shota, you need to do the same.   If you want to play with one of us, or both of us at the same time, then you need to do that.  Don’t hold back at all… it’s disrespectful.”

Mom could say that so easily, but wasn’t Shota’s feelings here what was being disrespected?

I watched as she took the lead, both of her legs locking around his right one, and her planting kiss after kiss all around his pectoral area.  Seeing what she was doing, it was like Shota was being divided in half for each of us.

I also joined in, doing much of the same.  Shota just accepted it all, closing his eyes at some point while we both teased his body.  How did he see us, I wondered?  Were we a mother-daughter pair, or was it his wife and ex-girlfriend-cum-mistress?

Shota, was a man through and through, receiving our affection got him good and hard, even if perhaps he didn’t want to be, he had no choice.  Mom was drunk and oozing lust, and I… I was just as bad.

We worked in tandem down his body, about halfway our eyes met and she smirked.  She reached for my hand and brought it along with her own to his primed piston, where she guided my hand to stroking it.

Shota wouldn’t look at us, we just had our way with him.

Mom caressed his thighs and his family jewels, entrusting the main task to me.  

Then mom moved my hand away from it, brought her mouth to it and licked it erotically.  It was similar to the way I did it, but the way she did it made me feel like I had a long way to go before I’d be as good as she was.  Shota might not have been watching, but his body wasn’t unable to participate.  

She beckoned me with a finger to join her, and soon the two of us were licking Shota.  Mom had the freedom to do what she wanted, but I still adhered to the rules.  That changed when she pulled away from it, and holding him by the base, offered it to me.

She had a mischievous smile on her face, and nodded at me.  I had done much with this fellow, but not that.  I carefully brushed my blond hair to the side and slowly accepted it in my mouth for the first time.

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Shota tensed up.

Was he aware of the differences between our mouths?

The rule had been broken, that part of my love was inside of me once more, even though it was only my mouth, I savored it.  I savored the cock that my own mother had, and that I had wanted to for the whole week I was disallowed.

I worried my skill was too low, that I might hurt him with my teeth, or that my tongue wasn’t doing an adequate job, but I enjoyed it all the same.  Mom watched on with a smile, and moved lower to the space between his legs and began to lick and suck on his pouch.  

Shota made a muffled sound.  Perhaps the stimulation was a bit much for him, but he endured.

Because that was what he was doing, I figured out.

Right now, he was enduring us.

I felt an inner conflict taking place in my mind.  I wanted this, and he had to be wanting this too, he had to know this was me, but he had no way to stop it without saying it, and with the selfish words of his wife, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

Somehow knowing that, it killed my mood to continue.

This was no different to raping Shota, even if mom didn’t see it that way.

When I pulled away, she had a condom ready to go.  It was rolled onto his cock and she climbed on top of him, putting him inside of her easily, and my own loins ached for it too.  

It was allowed!  Mom allowed it!  Shota’s own inaction allowed it!  I could have him again for tonight!  Even if it was only tonight… it was allowed, damn it! 

Mom’s hips bucked back and forth, and she pointed at Shota.

Did she want me to do the same?

I moved up to Shota and slowly straddled his face.  Like we had done in the kitchen that time before, my naked JK passage descended onto his face. His hands came up to hold onto my thighs with his kisses touching upon my pink petal first, followed by his tongue caressing me.

Shota participated, but there was no true emotion behind it.  Every pass of his tongue hit the right spots, and by rights it was amazing, but the passion wasn’t there.  It was like he was no different from the toys that my mother and I shopped for to help me cope with not having him.

Both he and I whimpered for the same and different reasons.  He had made me cum from his skill, and his wife had made him cum from hers.  

Mom stared at me for a while before dismounting my love, and peeled the filled condom off of him.  She beckoned me to clean him up, and I did.  All I had to do was lean forward and do it.  It was so simple and natural to want to do it.

Shota didn’t quit.  As long as my pussy was before him, he would eat it.  He was obedient to my mother’s words.

Mom whispered into my ears after I cleaned his dick off and it was again standing proud.

“Go ahead.”

I had to move around a bit to change positions so that I was ready to accept him.  I straddled his waist, and held on to him, forcing a kiss while my body descended towards what I thought I wanted more than anything.

I could feel his thing, but again not his desire.

And that was what I wanted.

I wanted him to desire me.

It wasn’t good enough that I got to have him physically, because that was never truly my aim.  Yes, I wanted to know if intercourse the second time with him would be better than that damnable first time which hurt like hell.  I trained on those cold devices just for this moment.  But his hips wouldn’t push it into me, even though my own hole had embraced his tip.

I broke my kiss with him, and held him tightly.  I hugged his body so that she couldn’t do a thing with it.

“Shota.  Tell me you want me to do this.” I whispered in his ear.  Shota opened his eyes at last and stared at me.  There was just the slightest shake of his head which said no.

“Will you forgive me if I do it?”

He looked away.

I was crushed.

“Will you hold me at least?”

And that he did.  His arms wrapped around me tightly.  Shota loved me, there were no doubts, but he didn’t want to do it like this.  The sense I got earlier in my gut clarified it all for me in that moment.

It’s not that Shota wouldn’t do this with me.

He just wouldn’t do this with me now.  This wasn’t the moment he wanted with me.  It wasn’t that he even wanted that moment to come again, it’s only that when it did… it wouldn’t be like this.  It wouldn’t be because of my mother’s say-so.  His love for me had to be like his love for her.

And he didn’t couldn’t find it here in this room tonight.

So I whispered an apology, and rolled off of him.

“Chigusa?  What are you doing?”

Mom was off the bed, standing behind us and holding on to his thing.  She herself was planning on guiding it in me.  She seemed surprised that I had chosen not to accept it.  The thing she believed I wanted most.

“Making the right choice, tonight at least.”  I said, defeated but proud.  Not proud I broke a rule, but proud that Shota was left with some dignity.

I’m a bitch, sure.  I did the dirty with him and got knocked up, sure.  But even that one spontaneous moment had more love than this.

“I won’t ask for you to forgive me, but see this as my apology.  I want your love, not your body.  I only want it when you can give me that.”

Shota held me tightly to him, and I was secure that I did the right thing.  I felt like this was one of those wars where you had to lose a battle to win.

Mom was left angry and frustrated by this, however.

She joined me at his shoulder, on the other side of his body, with a stern look in her eyes that bore into me.  But she said nothing.  Shota also held her tightly.

In the bed, naked us three, we just lay there unmoving.

Mom reached her limit first thanks to the alcohol, falling asleep.  I did so next and Shota had to have also shortly after that.  When we woke up in the morning, it was only Shota and I left in the bed.  

We got up and dressed then went downstairs to find my mother, only to find no trace of her.  There was no breakfast, and her purse was missing.  Only a note was left on the kitchen table, addressed to Shota

Mom was upset, and had left.

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