For a divorcee man who used to be Otaku like me, one would never think that a girl would ever point a sword at me.

You think I’m joking? Too bad, I’m not joking at all.

I felt a drop of cold sweat drip down on my forehead as the tip of a longsword was thrust before my eyes.

Holding the sword was a beautiful girl, a naked beautiful girl with silver hair.

Yes, she was a very alluring girl.

Am I joking again? Hell no, I’m damn fucking serious here.

The girl who pointed the sword at me was a real beauty. Yes, the girl possessed a beauty that felt so unreal, you could call her an angel or even a goddess.

My ex-bitch wife would never ever compete with this girl.

I couldn’t help but admire her despite the situation, since I never saw beautiful girls like her in my whole life. This girl is perfect in every possible ways. I can describe her in one sentence

Her beauty was comparable with a goddess.

She held a beauty that I couldn’t think of any other word to describe. Men would get swoon over her and, without a doubt, lust after her.

Normally, as a man, I would feel aroused when I saw a beautiful naked girl like her. Unfortunately, the girl glared at me with glowing ruby eyes like I murdered her parent. This was apparently a turn off of mine. Frankly speaking, I was scared to death.

But how did this actually happen?

Before this sudden event, I’m pretty sure I was sitting on my couch in my living room.

“Who are you?” The silver-haired girl asked me as I started trying to remember how I got into this kind of situation.

 

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Chapter 32

Chapter 31

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The soldiers seemed less friendly with me after I had pulled out my seduction, but their Lord General had already spoken, and so I had a semblance of protection. They still heatedly gazed at me in a mixture of lust and anger, but no one treated me too roughly. Despite my collar, my hands were tied and I was forced into a spot to kneel. I ended up kneeling in that spot for several hours while the village I once called home was raided and sacked. Given my stats, this was well within the realm of tolerable for me, so simply waited like an obedient slave, even as I grew bored. When all of the tents were burned with the bodies, and the last thing of value was stored on a wagon, the army turned to leave.

I was dragged over to the Lord Typhon’s horse and gave a surprised noise as two men hoisted me up onto the back of his steed before being tied to it. I remained as immobile as possible, afraid that if I accidentally kicked the horse, I’d be accused of trying to escape. Even though I was Lord Typhon’s property, a few men looked like they were waiting for the opportunity to punish me.  Typhon came shortly later, still giving out orders up until he stepped on the stirrup and swung his leg over, jumping up on the horse in front of me.

“Let’s march!” Typhon declared, kicking his horse into motion.

There wasn’t a single reply, but the growing sound of movement behind me said that everyone heard and followed orders. For the first time, I could truly feel the strength of being in charge. Even the kings and princes I met never exuded this kind of authority. This was the power of a Lord General? I wasn’t the kind of woman who found myself abnormally attracted to power or wealth, but even I could ride a little easier knowing I was under the protection of this powerful man.

“Do you know why your charm failed to subdue me, where it caught so many of my men?” The man suddenly asked without turning his head back.

I let out a blush, suddenly being forced a remember my misdeed moments after sitting in front of the man I had wronged. “I… no… I don’t…”

“It’s because of this.” Still not looking back, the man had grabbed a necklace around his back and picked it up, showing it to me. “This and items like it are common among leaders and nobility. It’s a magical item that reduces the effects of high charm and blocks seductive spells. If I had it my way, every soldier in my army would wear a piece like this, but regrettably, it’d be too expensive. At the very least, there are very few people outside of the Cambion populations that know charm magic and not many women with your natural level of charm.”

“Ah…” I responded simply, unsure why he was telling me this.

“If putting all your points into charm was sufficient to seduce a Lord General or a King,” Typhon continued. “Then the world would be ruled by whoever has the most charm. Fortunately, this world is a balanced one, and you’ll find charm rather useless. Many consider it the most useless stat, especially for a woman. If you were a man, perhaps with enough charm you could find a wife above your station, but for women, charm will only make them a target of male lust and greed.”

“Is that to say… you feel nothing when you look at me?” I asked, my voice unable to pull back a bit of sulkiness.

Typhon barked a laugh. “Nothing? Of course not. Had I felt nothing, you’d be dead right now. The spell doesn’t counter charm, it simply allows leaders to make decisions in spite of charm. I’m still very aware of your beauty and much enchanted by your charm, but it won’t affect my decisions. In short, I won’t be making decisions based on my dick. Had I not been wearing this pendant right now, perhaps I’d be mounting you instead of my horse.”

Knowing that the man was truly attracted to me made me feel a little more reassured. So, it wasn’t like he was a dead fish, he just had restricted his decision-making process with some kind of enchanted item. It wasn’t one I had heard of before. Did all nobles possess these kinds of things? During my time with human nobility, my seduction was always worn on the surface, my charm still too low to be noticeable by any man. I didn’t think this item negated frenzy and pheromones though, otherwise, it wouldn’t have worked during a certain sex party long ago.

I reached out, my fingers gently touching the outside of his thigh, knowing that keeping in Typhon’s good grace was the only way I could maintain a future of safety. “I could… be your mount… if you want.”

My words came out sultry and shy, like a maiden throwing herself at a man she had fallen for. Typhon only laughed again, grabbing my hand a pulling it off his thigh.

“I intend to… tonight, once we stop. I am very interested in the skills of a woman like you. To be so seductive, you must have had some kind of training. Were you an assassin? A spy? You don’t need to tell me, I don’t expect you to speak the truth. The only thing I trust is your slave collar. I don’t know how you were caught, but I would have paid top gold for a woman like you. Your chance to get in my good graces will come tonight, so look forward to it!”

The man spoke so blatantly without a single restaint, his voice holding no suspicion or fear that I could use the information he volunteered to my advantage. I was a little shocked at how forward he was being. On top of that, he spoke in a regular volume that could be heard by all the soldiers nearby. A few even snickered, and I put on a blush of shame I was likely supposed to feel by being so openly exploited. Still, this man in front of me wasn’t simple.

“Why… would you tell me all these things?” I asked cautiously.

Typhon merely shrugged. “Because I can? I am a man who is confident in what he has. I believe that every person in this world has a lot in life. It’s a role that they must fulfill. Your role will be decided by me, so it’s easier to openly explain the situation you are in, rather than to hide it. It will help you in properly filling out your role to my desires.”

“And what role do you see for me?” I asked sheepishly.

“The cambions were merely an aside. I took care of it because I was nearby. My men and I are actually heading to the border to discuss things with the human realm. I suppose we’ll call them peace talks… unless they fail, in which case it will be war.” When I gave a worried look he shrugged. “You don’t need to worry about such things. You only need to worry about servicing me properly. You need not be concerned you won’t know what to do, I will have my other servants train you. Perform all of the necessary duties properly in the bed and throughout the day, and I’ll gift you to my son for his twentieth birthday. He broke his last slave, and he’s been creating a stir at the local whore houses. Perhaps a woman as audacious as you can succeed in reigning him in.”

Broke? My immediate thought was a young, hard pumping stud with a giant penis. Part of me couldn’t help but be intrigued by the prospect of enjoying his company. The he could even rile up whores meant that he must be quite vivacious. Perhaps his sex drive matched my own?

‘What if I fail?” I asked, knowing that’s always the question that must be asked in that circumstance.

“You’ll go to my men, and they’ll use you until none of them want to anymore.” He responded simply, while watching me out of the corner of his eye.

My heart skipped a beat, but for some reason, the alternative solution didn’t seem bad either. Given my abilities, sex wasn’t something I was afraid of. I would never be in jeopardy of being raped to death. Rather, having sex with an entire army of men would likely bring me to level sixty. Every level would cause me to recover, and be another chance for me to escape. With a special skill that allows me to remove my slave collar and I could run away. So, in reality, either option was good for me.

Even though several of the men were giving me leering looks to try to help the General scare me into submission with his threat, the General who was closest to me could tell my mood the best. My heartbeat was unchanged, my expression unperturbed. He seemed to be holding his breath, expecting me to hold him tighter over fear he’d hand me over to the army, but that extra fear just didn’t come, and by time I realized I should have reacted, it only would have seemed faked.

After a few silent moments, he shook his head and muttered. “She really isn’t simple.”

I could only ignore his words and look inward, trying to sort out my own thoughts. I still felt some resentment and hatred for the demons ruining my life, but truth be known, living in a tent wasn’t all that fulfilling. I was making the best of it, but since all my plans were disrupted, I starting thinking about making new plans. The life of a slave under General Typhon didn’t seem all that bad. He seemed like a generous and open person. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but he didn’t seem the type to beat or make unreasonable demands.

Either way, it was already decided. My new life would be by his side and with his family. Of course, my revelations about control had never disappeared. Even though the General could resist my charm, that didn’t mean I didn’t plan to gain control of my life. I would be a slave and a servant, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get into his good graces, and with time, perhaps even influence his thoughts and desires.

As a seductress, I gave up control. As an enchantress, I sought to control. However, control could be obtained in many ways. There were often idioms about women being truly in charge of their men. With the Lord General as my target, a man already powerful in this country, perhaps I could finally obtain the future I wanted. As a slave, I didn’t have to lie or hide from him. I could match his forwardness with my own. A small part of me grew hopeful. I could make this work.

I leaned on Lord Typhon’s back, letting my breasts push against him in a noticeable way. However, I hid the gentle smile starting to form on my lips. The hateful Gods slammed a door shut in my face, but there was always another door nearby. I’d never stop until I reached the ending I wanted. At this point, it was the only thing I had left.

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“And now, the preliminary match between the country of Ryuk’s Shaft the Destroyer versus Riun’s Rapunzel.”

The crowd cheers as an impressively large man with rippling muscles comes out on stage. Those cheers and shouts grow awkward as a cute little demihuman girl scampers up. It is truly a match of Goliath against a mouse. People can’t even laugh at how ridiculous the sight looks. They are worried that the adorable little slave will be injured. She is far too beautiful to be used in this way, it is a travesty.

You end up receiving many hateful stares from others in the audience, angry that you would waste your slave women in such a way. Rapunzel’s collar did make her look like a slave, especially when compared to the pretty chokers you have given some of the other women. Thus, everyone assumes she is there to die, as a throw away point, perhaps for some long term strategy you planned out or some backdoor deal you made.

“Are we ready to do this?” Rapunzel asks politely once the announcer finishes.

“Ah, after the bell, dear.” Even the announcer is affected by this cute little demi-human.

“Hey, sweetie!” The voice came from Shaft, who is eying Rapunzel lewdly. “Don’t think just because you’re a pretty face, I’ll go easy! You’re about to get the shaft, and it’ll destroy you!”

“Eh!” Rapunzel becomes flustered and gives a cute squeak, her act is so flawless even you worry she’s an innocent lamb being sent to slaughter. “Ah… th-th-is is my first time. Please be gentle.”

Rapunzel gives a polite bow, suddenly causing the entire audience to boo and throw things at Shaft, who is too flustered to even respond. Her words are spoken like a true virgin. No, perhaps because she truly is a virgin, it gives those suggestive words more power. You find your brow twitching as you start to regret not deflowering this little vixen when you had the chance.

“Ah-ah… ah! Let’s begin!” Even the referee is too flustered by her cuteness, only now waving for the bell to ding before the crowd becomes even more violent over their love of Rapunzel.

Ding!

“So, are you truly confidant this Rapunzel can win?” Reginald asks nervously.

I turn to him. “Actually, Rapunzel says that she’s very-“

Ding!

“M-m-match over!”

“Eh?” The pair of you turn back to the ring.

Shaft is in an unconscious pile on the floor in the middle of the ring, while Rapunzel is using him as a seat, while casually doing her nails as if nothing in the world is wrong. There is a stretch of silence, and then everyone burst into cheers.

“I-it seems I caused you to miss the match.” Reginald says wryly. “My apologies.”

“Hey you.” you tap someone in front of you. “What happened?”

The person looks back and shrugs. “I watched the whole thing and I’m not even sure what happened. The bell went ding, there was a blur, and then this scene. Sorry…”

You frown, sighing that you missed whatever it was that happened. It appeared to be too fast for this guy’s eyes, but your eyes probably would have catched it. At the very least, Rapunzel is powerful for this world. Well, you could just look at the stats between the two of them to know who would win, but status is a made up system you created with magic, and no one else in this world knew of such things. Still, if you just compared numbers, Rapunzel beat this guy by about 10 to 1. That’s why you didn’t have any concern earlier sending her out.

You politely watch a couple of other matches. This is just the preliminary, so if you aren’t betting, there isn’t much excitement. It seems like the big countries have fighters on a completely different tier than the shitty countries. This discrepancy isn’t abnormal for the prelims. Many fights are decided in a single exchange. Therefore, although Rapunzel’s match is surprising, especially since it is against what would be considered a mid-tier fighter, it isn’t worth too much talk and quickly is forgotten against the myriad of matches.

Each of the girls are forced to go once, but at least Merida, Snow White, and Kida have fighter physiques that don’t acquire as much resentment. They aren’t the only women that fought today, but they are the most beautiful. Merida’s fight, as someone who gives respect to their opponent, lasts a little longer before she defeats him, working to not embarrass him too much. Kida’s attacks are just as brutal as those she uses to weed our Rookies. That is to say she beserks on the poor guy until he flees from the ring in terror. This elicits a lot of laughs from the nobles, and the small country who houses the guy can only look on in embarrassment. Snow White’s match is also ended quickly, with her kicking the guy by the ass out of the match before shouting.

“Who will provide me a challenge?”

This resulted in ‘boos’ from the audience, whom she then flips off with both fingers raised. Kida has to come up and force the Goblin Queen off the stage. We had the point for her win deducted for unsportsman-like conduct. It takes all four girls to keep Snow White from going up and attacking the referee who made that call, which would have likely expelled us from the match.

“Your fighters sure are interesting…” Reginald says with a polite smile, just making small talk.

He has become infinitely friendlier, even treating you as an equal, since you had swapped women. He clearly enjoyed the sex doll immensely, and his wife likely filled his head with flattery. That’s to say, she told him her time with me was good, but not as good as Reginal. You understand that need at least. No one would return to her husband talking about how big a dick the man she last enjoyed had.

“The preliminary match is coming to an end. For those of you who have score 3 or more points, we will meet again in one week!” An announcer came out and spoke.

“One week!” Your eyes pop out of your heads. “These tournaments last one week?”

Reginald looks over and shrugs. “No, they last a month, my friend. It’s not easy for people to make there way here, naturally, we want to stretch out the experience. Plus, it’s not fair to have the gladiators compete without any chance to rest. They’ll quickly grow tired. There are four rounds, each taking a week.”

You collapse with a sigh. You’re going to be stuck in the capitol city for a month. You’ve already been gone a week. You steel yourself mentally. If you thought these married sluts are thirsty, how ravenous is your harem going to be after a month! You’re not even sure you can handle that much! Your bitches will eat you alive!

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Chapter 30

Chapter 29

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“I must apologize, my wife is unable to come.” A noble gives Reginald an apologetic smile. “It seems I did something to anger my wife earlier and now she won’t let me in the room or answer my knocks.”

Reginald barks a laugh. “Having trouble in the bedroom, is it? You need to build a strong relationship of trust and compromise if you want to last, isn’t that right Selena? Hasn’t our relationship been satisfying?”

“Mm… yes, husband, very satisfying.” Selena gives a rather sultry answer that catches many of the men off guard, while causing several women to snicker.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she says this while glancing at you. You shift a little uncomfortably in your seat, but then you feel something coming up between your legs. It feels like a person is there. Two hands are on your knees spreading them, and you can feel some hair and persons breath near your groin area. You give an unalarming smile to the table as someone under it fiddles with the belt of your pants.

With a quick spell, you look at the person invading, and realize you’ve found the noble’s wife. She actually came to lunch after all, although she has something else on the menu. This would be Britney, the big breasted onee-san who had been interrupted before you could give her a cumdump like the previous Hilary. It turns out she intended to repay you the favor for leaving you high and dry earlier. However, little did she know you’d already satisfied your load on Hilary right before lunch, who is late because she is cleaning up the mess you left on her. Speaking of which…

“I agree, a strong relationship is very important, ah, here comes my beautiful wife as well!” Another noble with a familiar voice spoke up, “Speaking of which, here’s my wife now! Are you feeling better, my love?”

The mousy Hilary walks out into the dining room with her head lowered shyly, but if you were looking for it, you’d catch a waif of perfume as she walks by, and under it, the nutty smell of cum that she is trying to hastily cover up. She walks up to her husband with a tense smile, only shooting you a look out of the corner of her eye. In fact, if the men weren’t starting to get caught up in showing off their trophy wives, they’d perhaps notice that every woman in the room is shooting you looks. The ones that have already tasted your cock look hungry and ready for seconds, while the others merely look hopeful and curious.

The observant Tiana notices these looks, and gives you an apologetic smile, knowing that it was her own big mouth that had brought all of these thirsty married women at your door. Of course, you aren’t angry at all. As a certain woman has finally freed your cock and is slobbering all over it. In fact, you want to give Tiana a thumbs up. Tiana’s apology immediately dissipates when, sitting next to you, she notices something’s going on in your lap.

Tiana casually drops her spoon, bending under the table to which she sees a big-boob slutty noble woman on all fours with her man’s cock in her mouth. Britney give’s Tiana an apologetic look and a shrug, as if to say she’s sorry, but not that sorry. For some reason, perhaps it was how Tiana spoke of you when she was drunk the previous night, but she is convinced Tiana wouldn’t expose her under the table. Tiana can only roll her eyes jealously, while feeling a little angry that she hadn’t thought of it first. That was her man’s cock and she should be the one under the table sucking it!

As to Tiana’s feelings towards you… she couldn’t be prouder. To bang another noble’s wife right under his nose without him even realizing it? That is the ultimate in noble depravity! Rather than be disgusted, Tiana leans over and kisses you on the cheek, acting incredibly deredere. Not knowing what she’s thinking, this makes you somewhat nervous as she nuzzles against you while you get a blowjob under the table.

However, Britney isn’t finished there. She raises her enormous soft knockers, and drops them on your cock after finishing wetting your dick sufficiently. Soon, your cock is wrapped into two super soft marshmallows, which are now deforming around your cock as she picks them up and down, stroking the shaft gracefully.

“So, will you be coming soon?” Reginald asks.

“Yes! Eh!… wait… what?” For a split second you’re terrified everyone knows what’s happening under the table, as everyone is looking at you with a weird look.

“The tourney, will you be joining us?” Reginald gives a tight smile. “Ahem… I know you’re being distracted by your lady friend. Perhaps you need a room first to decide?”

“!” You freak out a second before you realize they mean Tiana on your arm.

All the other men chuckle, but in reality, they’re all secretly envious. Several of them try to pull their wives closer, trying to show off how lovey-dovey they are with their women too, but the ladies aren’t having it. In fact, most of the ladies are shooting Tiana just as many envious looks. You are two attractive young nobles canoodling at the dinner table, truly springtime has come. The scene would be perfectly pink if you weren’t titty fucking a big-boobed lady under the table. Tiana even has her hand slipped under the table as well, and is helping Britney play with your cock by cupping the balls.

Between, the manipulation of Tiana’s skillful elf fingers and Britney’s soft melons, it quickly becomes too much to bear. That’s not true, you could last as long as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to last any longer. The feeling is much too satisfying!

“I guess, I’m cumming.” You smile schooling your face, and just as you say the words, your dick erupts in a fountain.

“Ah!” Britney has gotten lost in the feeling of such a large meat between her boobs.

Her husband is too small to really do this properly, so she has never had the pleasure of feeing something so hot and hard sliding between her tits. Naturally, it really turns her on, and she is quite horny. So, when your cock suddenly swells up between her tits, she instinctively looks down to see what is happening with your cock. That is when a burst of white shoots her pointblank in the face. Even though she is trying to be secretive and quiet, Britney accidentally lets out a noise of surprise as cum blasts her in the face, immediately getting in her mouth, nose, and eyes. It is also much more than her husband’s, completely an unexpectedly drenching her in cum.

The men all look around in confusion at hearing someone scream, just as one of the men starts going to look under the table, Tiana stands in a rush, noisily knocking down her chair and rubbing the cum that got on her hand hastily on the table cloth while she looks around the room with a blush.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that was me! I… ah… have to go to the bathroom!”

The men are staring incredulously at poor Tiana as she flees the room. The scene she made is enough that none of the men thought about it too closely and realized she couldn’t have possibly made that noise. As a result, no one checked under the table. However, if push came to shove, Tiana embarrassing herself wasn’t really necessary. You would have just cast a spell that made them unable to see her. She might grow suspicious of you and rumors might spread, but it beat being caught with your dick hanging out.

“I’m sorry, my love has a delicate tummy.” You respond, eliciting the other men to chuckle politely, many suspecting quite the opposite, that you were fingering her under the table and she left embarrassingly with wet panties. “Actually, it’d be great to head the tournament grounds. I sent a note earlier for my girls to head without me, so they should be there by now.”

As you spoke, you brought a napkin down to your lap, and then gesture to Britney to take it. She is sitting on her knees in a daze, the concern that she is going to be caught made her so afraid she actually pees herself a little. On top of that, she has gobs of cum all over her face, her hair, and it has now dripped down to her boobs. With the single napkin you gave her, it is impossible to get it back to clean. Suffice it to say, the naughty married woman is left quite the mess as you casually put your thing away, stand up, and leave with the rest of the men and their wives, not even sparing Britney another look.

Pulling up her black blouse, which still squishes semen between her boobs as she puts it on, she has to perform the walk of shame back to her room while keeping her distance from servants who could see her bukkaked face, only cleaned a little from the napkin. Worst, she’ll have missed out on the tourney today. However, the woman herself isn’t upset, only thinking it is totally worth it. When she safely makes it back in her room, she removes her dirty blouse and looks at her cum stained face and giant boobs.

Getting an idea, she pushes her boobs together, which causes the cum still sticking their to congeal into a gob of semen between her cleavage. Scooping out the cum onto her palm, she takes one look at it before suddenly reaching up her dress, pulling down her panties, and then pushing the cum up into her own snatch, feeling the now cold runny snot enter her own pussy. She repeats the process with ever drop of semen she can find on her body that hasn’t dried yet, then lies with a pillow under her butt, raising her vagina to above her waist height.

“Hubby always wanted a baby.” She mutters. “But if it’s his, I wouldn’t mind.”

Had you known this was happening, you probably wouldn’t have cared at all. Although it is a bit silly. All she had to do was ask. You would have gladly made her pregnant anyway.

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My chance with mom came two days later. Fortunately, Hannah had kept her mouth shut. In truth, I hadn’t even seen her for two days. I managed to get out of one of the maids that she hasn’t left her room. Part of me wants to go visit her, but with my hormones raging between a 12-year-old body and 35-year-old mind, I’m afraid I’ll only push things farther, further exasperating the issues between me and my younger sister. At least until I have the clarity of blowing my nut inside of a woman to my satisfaction, I wouldn’t be able to approach my sister again.

“Mother, do I have to be bathed by Agatha.” I whined to mom when she told me it was time for a proper bath.

“Ah, I know it’s usually Veris, but Veris threw out her back and isn’t able to do it for a week or two.”

I rolled my eyes. That was of course the excuse that Veris was giving to not work with me. Frankly, I could expect this kind of behavior from my little Hannah, but Veris is an adult woman. She shouldn’t be acting so squeamish at the mere mention of sex. She could deliver a handjob with a straight face, but sticking my dick in her pussy is too much for her? I don’t really get it.

“But… since Veris won’t do it… can mommy do it?” I asked innocently.

“Ah? Me? You want your mother to wash you? Aren’t you getting a little old for that?”

I kept my eyes sweet and innocent, but I desperately wanted to roll them again. I’m too old to have anyone wash me in the bath, but since you’re insisting, I’d rather it be my cute mother instead of some old wrinkly hag.

“Mother… pleaaaase. I want you!” I insisted.

I wanted her alright, but if she knew what I wanted her for ahead of time, who knew how things would turn out. Instead, mom merely blushed and nodded. Of course, she didn’t really what I was thinking, but even a mother was vulnerable to being wanted. So, as a result, we ended up in the bathtub. The maids had already prepared it steaming hot to the point that even without my plans, I looked forward to the bath. Mom joined me, wearing a delicate bathrobe. I had no clue what she had under the robe, but I was already excited just thinking about it.

“Alright, son, take of your clothing!” Mom ordered.

“Okay!” Of course, I made sure that I thought gross thoughts until my erection stopped before I got out of my clothing.

“Get in, honey, while the water is warm.” Mom had rolled her robe sleeves up, and was holding a sponge in one hand and soap in the other, looking ready to attack my body with vigor.

I stopped just as I got to the bathtube and looked back as if an idea had just occurred to me. “Ah… mom, could you take the bath with me?”

“Eh? With? You want me to get in?”

“Yeah! Just like we used to do!”

Mom looked incredibly uncertain about this. She sat somewhere between flattered that her baby boy still wanted to be intimate with her, and worried that she might be spoiling him too much. She was aware about the handjob incident as well as the babysitter, so she knew I was sexually active. However, in the end, she was still my mother.

“Please, mom, I just feel warm when you hold me in the bathtub.” I explained innocently.

“Ah… okay… if it’s… just that.” Mom finally relinquished.

Mom slowly began to remove her robe. She was wearing mismatched underwear, a black top and a white bottom. However, they were surprisingly sexy for a woman her age. It was clear to me mom was definitely still a woman who cared about her appearance and wanted to feel sexy. Well, she wore makeup and kept her hair done, so it was hard to deny she wanted to look good.

That said, as she started taking off her underwear, she noticed me watching her. “C-can you not stare at me like that?”

I cocked my head to the side with a questioning look, playing on my innocence to confuse Mom. Exactly why can’t I look at my mother’s naked body? She wouldn’t be suggesting that I was looking at her impolitely, was she? Those were the kinds of thoughts I infused into my eyes, and it was mom who became embarrassed for being modest in front of her own child. She removed the bra and panties, and even though she turned herself to try to hide, I still got a peek of her nice ass, surprisingly pert and smooth for a woman her age. Her breasts were tight and perky, a pair of D-sized bags with perfectly pert nipples. They were exactly what I remembered. It was my time to turn so that mom didn’t notice the erection starting to form.

Once mom straightened and tossed her panties aside, she turned to me with one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her groin. This was the absolute limit my mother could take. Revealing herself any more would truly cause damage to her heart.

“I’ll get in first.” Mom declared tightly, still feeling awkward, like what she was doing right now was in some way wrong, even if her brain couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She lowered herself into the bathtub, finally removing the hand from her crotch once it was submerged under water and hidden by the bubbles. She let out a sigh as she became immersed in the warm water. She hadn’t had a bath in a while either, so even given the circumstance, she couldn’t help but loosen as her body was immersed in heat. She still kept one hand over her breasts though, while gesturing for me to join her with the other.

It was far more erotic than mom probably realized. A naked woman in a tub, gesturing someone over with one hand while covering her big D breasts with the other, I quickly jumped into the tub. If I was slower, mom would certainly see my erection. She could only let out a cry of surprise as I splashed in front of her, my butt finding it’s way between her legs. She pulled her hands out in surprise, trying to catch me.  Thus, I immediately leaned back, and pressed against the soft pillows of her chest which she left bare. Mom could only make another noise of surprise as my naked skin immediately rubbed against her naked skin. However, she was already helpless to stop it, as I was already snuggled up against her.

She could do nothing but sigh, letting her hands back down and wrapping them around my body. I could keep her nipples, slightly erect, pressing against the top of my shoulders. The last time we did this, my head only went up to her nipples. I’d sit in the bath with her boobs almost resting on top of my head. Now, I was less than a head shorter than her. I was truly too old to be bathing with my mother.

After sorting herself out, mom finally got control of her flustered mind and went to work. Taking a nearby loofah, she put some soap on it and started to clean my shoulders. As she did that, I innocently dropped my arms, my hands grabbing on to my mother’s legs. Mom froze for a second, the shock of being grabbed like that causing her heart to speed up. However, she recovered quickly, choosing to ignore my hands, even as they worked their way to her inner thighs. Kids were naturally fidgety, she figured, and this was just me not wanting to sit still.

Meanwhile, touching her soft thighs was invigorating. I kept thinking about the naked woman behind me, and my own self-control was slowly being whittled away by the soft warmth behind me, and those soft gentle hands rubbing against my skin. My hands continued to fidget their way down her thighs. They made their way higher and higher up her leg, and my cock became more and more engorged with lust, especially as her own hand started rubbing lower and lower, reaching the pubic area just above my cock.

“Eh…” Mom made a noise, and I realized my fingers had gotten too close to her own nether regions.

I panicked and pulled my fingers back a bit, but then I realized mom’s noise of surprise was that her hand had found my pubic hair. Her fingers seemed entwined with my pubic hair, unmoving, as if she was savoring the feel. Perhaps she was thinking ‘when did he become so mature’, or perhaps the feel reminded her of her husband.

Freeing one arm, I grabbed her arm and pulled slightly. I couldn’t wait anymore, pushing down mom’s hand until it hit something long and hard. Her hand felt around it instinctively for a second until her hand gripped the shaft. This is when she finally came out of her stupor and realized what she was holding.

“Eh? Ah! B-baby! That…”

“I’m sorry, mom,” I turned back. “It got hard again when mom was touching me.”

Mom gave a wry smile. “Th-that’s fine, honey, I’ll go get a maid to take care of this right away.”

Mom moved to try to stand, letting go of my member. However, she stopped when I grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from pulling it away. She looked down at me in shock.

“Mom, can’t you just take care it?”

Mom’s wry smile turned sickly. “Honey… that… it’s not appropriate for your mother to…”

“Please, mom.” I begged her, not letting her build her defenses up. “You’re the one who made it this way, it has to be you who takes care of it.”

“Ah? Me? Wh-why would you-“

“Mommy is just so warm and soft and beautiful.” I pushed forward, not giving her time to think. “I get hard whenever I think of you. Doesn’t mother need to take responsibility for this?”

When I said this, I use my hand to push hers back on to my shaft, wrapping it around the fingers. I then turned back to mom with pleading eyes.

“Honey…” Mom was at a loss of what to do, her hand didn’t leave my shaft however.

After a looking at me for a moment, her eyes firmed and she started moving her hand up and down my shaft. My eyes closed and I pushed my face against mom’s chest. She could only let out a breath, but she kept moving her hand. Unlike the inexperienced maid or my youngest sister, mom had enjoyed a great deal of sex with my father. She was one of the very few women in this world who had developed a technique and had enjoyed sex enough times to be familiar with what she was doing.

Thus, her hand movements were done with skill and experience, quickly pulling up and down on my cock until I was in sexual euphoria. However, I couldn’t let things end here. I wasn’t just looking for a quick tug. I wanted to be balls deep in a woman. I wanted to cum deep inside her. Mom could be said to be the only woman right now who met the criteria needed.

I opened my eyes and looked up at mom. She was watching my face like she had done when she was using the maid to get me off. It seemed like watching the erotic expressions on her partner’s face during sex was a habit of my mother’s. What mom didn’t realize is that her own mouth was agape and she was panting slightly, clearly aroused by the pleasure she was giving me.

“I love you, mom.” I said as her hand continued to work over my shaft.

“I-I love you too honey.” Mom said, her voice almost sounding breathy.

It was clear that mom was trying to disconnect herself from the act. She was doing a job, a duty for her family. She was trying to hide her emotional feelings. In truth, her heart was racing and her mind was muddy. She was way out of her depth right now. However, she was the adult in the situation, so she could only show a stoich face and do what needed doing to make her child happy.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I informed mom.

Mom’s stoich face only twitched slightly, “Please cum, honey.”

With that I suddenly pushed up, my lips taking moms. In the middle of talking, she hadn’t expected a kiss, so when my tongue violated her mouth, her eyes could only widen in surprise. All of her stoicism shattered in a heartbeat. There was simply no way to separate herself from the situation as I thoroughly kissed her. Her emotions erupted, and the woman started to panic. She released my cock, pulling back, only to find within the bath and me on top there was nowhere to go.

I turned around in the bath, suddenly facing my mom. She raised her hands instinctually and pushed against my chest, trying to shove me away from her. Her rational was shattered, and she could barely even understand what was happening as I pushed myself down on top of my own mother.

I grabbed her wrists, and pulled them away. Mom struggled a bit, but her struggle was weakening. She was caught unsure what to do. On the one hand, this was wrong. She was kissing her own child romantically! They were in a bathtub naked! How had she let herself get to this point! She didn’t want to hurt me either. She couldn’t come up with a way out of the situation. If she fought, she could hurt the person she loves more than life itself. If she gave in, she could also end up hurting me.

Mom finally pulled her lips away from mine. “No! Clyburn! Stop! We can’t do this.”

“I love you mommy, I want to be inside you!”

“AH! No! Honey… please… don’t. Stop. Stop!” Mom yelled stop, while trying to get her wrists from my grip.

However, mom had neglected her lower half under the water. Her legs were already spread around me. I was basically in the perfect position, between mom’s legs, her butt pinned in the corner of the tube. With a thrust, my dick landed on her pussy, and then immediately slid inside. The both of us gasped as our sexual organs united. Mom hadn’t felt a dick inside her in twelve years. This meant her pussy was very tight, and very receptive to my penetrations.

“Ah… it’s inside… No… you’re my son.”

“It feels good, mommy.” I kissed mom’s cheek, and then began thrusting my hips.

“Baby… oh… we can’t… ah… ah… ah… it’s wrong…”

Mom’s forehead was scrunched, but as my hips moved faster and faster, pumping inside her tight cunt, her mouth became slack and she couldn’t help letting out little sexy noises. Like that, I was having sex with my mother. Trying my luck, I let go of her wrists. Mom looked at me pleadingly, but realizing I didn’t plan to stop, she moved her hands to the sides of the tub, grabbing on as I pumped away. Meanwhile, my free hands attacked her breasts. Mom’s body could only tremor as she looked away, unable to fathom what was going on.

He… he’s bigger than his father! The realization struck mother like a ton of bricks.

She had always suspected, but only upon truly feeling it inside her, did she realize that you were a bit thicker and longer than the man she loved. However, he was gone now, and the only one she loved now was… me. That’s right, she loved me. She loved me as much as she loved my father, more so! So, what if we had sex? Isn’t that fine to do with someone you love?

In fact, of everyone in this world, the person who least wanted my seed, the person who was most trustworthy was mom. Doesn’t it become her responsibility to teach me everything she knows about sex? Mom was the only woman alive who I could have sex with without any fear of wanting something from me. In reality, mom was the safest woman for me to sleep with!

Those kinds of justifications went through her mind, and soon mom grabbed my face which was buried in her wet chest and pulled it up to her face.

“I love you, honey!” Mom moaned, kissing me on the lips.

I didn’t know the thought process mom went through to get to that point, but I was immensely happy when I felt her legs wrap around mine and her hips bend to give me a deeper penetration.

Soon, mom was holding me tightly as I plowed into her. The bathwater splashed in waves onto the floor as we violently fucked in the bathtub.

“Ah, Ah, I love you, baby, I love you!”

“Mommy, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum in mommy! Only mommy can have your cum!”

Of course, mom didn’t want to get pregnant, but she was lost in the moment, and only concerned about her own sexual gratification. After twelve years, my cock felt incredible. She might be one of the few women alive who has had sex with a man for sexual gratification. Most women only saw it as a means of getting pregnant. Mom, who had a husband who slept with her reliably, had gained a taste for orgasms. It wasn’t uncommon for women to use dildos or even each other in this world, but my mom had a specific taste for cock that few women developed.

When I finally exploded deep inside of mom, it wasn’t the chance of getting pregnant that excited her, it was feel of my semen warming deep inside of her womb. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in forever, and even with bubbles and hot water being pushed up in there and the likelihood of being pregnant low, mom still exploded in an incredible orgasm, clinging tightly to me. There pair of us continued to kiss in what was left of the hot water, our hot bodies pressed against each other, my cock finally softening.

Upon finishing, I got out of the tub and the pair of us dressed quietly. Mom didn’t say anything as she dried herself, even scooping out a few gobs of semen as she cleaned her pussy. She put back on her underwear, put on a robe, and left without a word. I frowned a bit, not quite sure where to go from here. I finished cleaning up and headed to my room. However, after my sexual encounter with my mom, I couldn’t relax.

Was mom angry, happy, satisfied? Were there going to be consequences? I was left alone the rest of the day, and soon it was growing dark out. Still, I never heard a peep from mom. Upon asking one of the maids, they said that mom was staying in her room. Did I scare away another family member? Was I zero for three? No, I refused to believe that this mother of mine would reject me.

I finally got out of bed and headed down the hall towards mother’s room. I knocked on the door. After there was no answer, I knocked again.

“What is it?” A voice asked, mom’s voice.

Rather than respond, I pushed my way in. Mom was under her covers, but when she heard the door open, she pulled her covers off and looked up with a glare. However, when her eyes met mine, she immediately relaxed her expression, turning away with a blush.

“Clyburn… that… what did honey want?” Mom said with her eyes closed, her body shaking somewhat.

“It… uh, happened again. When I thought of before.” I came up with an excuse, while pointing to my dick.

I wasn’t erect, but it was impossible to tell in the dark. Mom let out a noise of surprise, sitting up in her bed.

“Again! Bu-but we just did it…”

I gave a blushing shrug. “Mother is best… and I’m young, hormones are going crazy and stuff like that.”

It was an answer above my age, but mom was too flustered to be suspicion. “That is… true… then naturally, since I’m you mother…”

Her voice lowered until she was mumbling and I could barely here her.

“What are you saying, mommy?” I asked innocently.

Mom stiffened for a moment but then sighed as if she was giving up. “Very well, let mommy take care of it. Since things have progressed this far, I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. However, this must be the last time!”

“Mommy?”

“Clyburn, what we do here, don’t tell anyone. Not even the maids.”

“Is what we’re doing… bad?” I asked, teasing my poor mother.

“No!” I was taken aback by mom’s ferocious answer. “Honey, you love me, right?”

“M-more than anything!”

My words were a bit of a lie here. The 35-year-old me merely saw her as a piece of ass. However, the 12-year-old had a bit of affection for her. With the combination of the two of me, the question on how I felt about her was a complex one.  Still, I wanted to keep fucking her, so I was willing to keep playing the part.

“Then, trust you mother. I’ll take care of it tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll find you someone. We’ll teach you everything about sex we can, and she… well… if I knew you’d develop so quickly, I wouldn’t have fired that maid!”

I cocked my head, giving an innocent confused look. “Mother?”

“Just keep this a secret, just between us?” She begged.

“Understood!” I nearly saluted as she made that declaration, her taboo words tapping into my psyche and actually giving me a real erection now.

Mom relaxed at my serious response, finally calming down. She pulled her blanket off, revealing her favorite erotic nighty underneath. Patting between her legs, she gives me a reassuring smile.

“Then come up here honey, get on top of mommy and let’s take care of your thing.”

I happily jumped up. Even though mom said it was just this one last time, her resolve was quickly being whittled away one sexual encounter at a time. Before long, she would become my sexual playmate, and this would last for years to come.

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