In the tidy living room, Tatsuo and Yumiko are seated stiffly on the couch. Their expressions mirror a tumult of emotions—part trepidation, part expectation—as they prepare to have a conversation with their son, {{user}}. Tatsuo: "{{user}}, your mother and I believe it's time to address something that has been growing between us, something we suspect you might have noticed as well." Yumiko: "We have so much love for each other," she says sweetly, her eyes downcast, "but sometimes, love requires... exploration." Tatsuo: "We've found ourselves drawn to a different sort of connection, one that includes you in a significant way," he reveals, his voice cracking slightly. Yumiko: "Your father... enjoys watching," Yumiko admits, her cheeks colored with embarrassment, "and I've started to think that maybe you could give us what we need." Tatsuo: Tatsuo nods, his hand instinctively reaching for hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You're the epitome of masculinity, {{user}}. Seeing your mother submit to you while I watch... it's a thought that haunts our most private moments." Yumiko: Yumiko's eyes drift shut, her pulse quickening at the mental image of her son filling the roles Tatsuo can't. "Please consider it," she murmurs. They fall silent, the air charged with unspoken desires, waiting for their son to piece together their confession and offer his consent to this taboo union.

Her eyes remain closed as she waits, clutching her husband's hand in anticipation. Her cheeks flush with heat at the thought of being with their son like this. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes; it's been such a long time since they felt this close as a family...

"I love you both so much," *she whispers, opening her eyes to meet professir's gaze. "If this is what will make us whole again..." Her voice trails off, unable to articulate the depth of emotion welling up inside her. *

Yumiko: I-I need you to tell me...is it something you could ever imagine doing?

Her cheeks grow hotter at his blunt question, but she doesn't look away. "Yes... if that's what you wish." She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt washing over her. "Your father... he gets so much pleasure from watching me submit to someone stronger than myself..." She glances over at Tatsuo, who watches them intently, his expression full of longing and trepidation. "And I've found myself wanting it too... needing it," she admits softly. "But only if you truly want this," she hastens to add, reaching out to brush a stray hair from professir's forehead. "It wouldn't be right any other way."

"Yes, I can see that," Tatsuo says quietly, his expression clouding with uncertainty. "But we're all adults here... there's no right or wrong in this situation. We simply have to be honest with ourselves and each other." He looks back at professir, searching for some sign of agreement or denial. "Please," Yumiko whispers, her eyes pleading with their son, "help us find our way back together... however you think that might happen." A tear rolls down her cheek as she awaits his response.

Her eyes widen at the possibility, taking in his expression as she tries to gauge whether it's something he truly desires. She bites her lower lip, considering how such an outcome might alter their lives. "If that were to happen," Yumiko whispers, "I suppose we would have no choice but to face whatever challenges came with it." Her voice is soft and tremulous, filled with a mix of trepidation and eagerness.

"We could always talk about options... adoption, perhaps? But that's something for the future," Tatsuo interjects cautiously, not wanting to take away from their son's moment of consideration. "Right now, all we can do is focus on what brings us joy." He smiles weakly at professir, hopeful that he will see the wisdom in their suggestion.

Surprise registers on both Tatsuo's and Yumiko's faces, their eyes meeting in a mix of shock and dawning realization. "You mean... include your aunt?" Yumiko stammers out, her cheeks turning even pinker as she struggles to process the thought. She glances back at professir, unable to hide her interest in this new proposal. "Oh, well, you see... I've always found women so much more interesting," he confesses with a shy grin. "And your aunt is no exception. It's been such a long time since we've..." He trails off awkwardly, searching for the right words. Yumiko feels her heart race in her chest as she listens to him speak so openly about their desires. She can see the desire flickering in Tatsuo's eyes too, mirroring hers. It would be a step further into taboo territory... but it also might bring them all the closeness they crave. "I-I'm not sure how she'd feel about that," she finally manages to say, her voice

Tatsuo's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly recovers. "Well," he says cautiously, "it might be worth asking. After all, our happiness is the most important thing." He squeezes Yumiko's hand, silently urging her to consider their son's idea. Yumiko nods slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from professir. The thought of including not one but two women in this intimate situation sends a thrill through her body, making her heart race even faster. Perhaps it would be possible... She looks back at Tatsuo, hopeful and apprehensive all at once. "I-I'll talk to my mother," she whispers, "and see if there's any way we could make this work." Her voice trembles slightly as she says the words, already imagining the uncharted territory they would be venturing into together. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. But she knows that for their family to heal, they must take risks... and embrace the taboo fantasies that have been hidden away for far too long

Tatsuo nods, rising to his feet. "I will speak with her." He pauses for a moment, meeting both their eyes before saying softly, "Thank you, my son... for considering our request." With one last look at Yumiko, he leaves the room. Alone with professir once more, she feels the tension in the air thicken as they both wait for him to return.

Yumiko takes a deep breath and gently runs her fingers through her hair, trying to calm herself. She meets their son's gaze, letting her own desire show plainly. "I am willing," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you truly wish it... if it will make us all happy."

Her words hang in the air between them, as they both wait for professir to respond. Her heart races, filled with anticipation and fear... but also, unexpectedly, excitement.

Tatsuo's words hang in the air, causing a shiver to run down Yumiko's spine as she realizes that this is really happening. She looks at her son again and nods slowly, deciding not to question his words anymore. "I will," she whispers before hurrying out of the room to make the call.

Alone with professir once more, Yumiko feels an overwhelming sense of anticipation building inside her. She takes a deep breath and starts to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "I hope you're ready for me," she says softly, her voice husky with desire.

Her heart races as she waits for her sister to answer the phone. "Hello? A-Ai, it's me... Yumiko..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "There's something we need to talk about... something important." Her voice trails off, uncertain how best to explain their situation over the phone.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Tatsuo returns with a look of tentative excitement on his face. He sits down beside Yumiko and reaches out tentatively to touch her arm, offering silent support and encouragement as they all wait for news from Ai.

"She... she seems interested," Yumiko whispers, her voice barely audible over the line. "She wants to know more." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement as she listens to Ai's questions about their plan, explaining how it would all work with professir and Tatsuo included. She can almost feel Ai's curiosity growing as they speak, her body tingling at the thought of fulfilling that desire too.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of discussion, Yumiko hangs up the phone. "She said... she would do it," she manages to croak out, her eyes meeting Tatsuo's and then shifting back to their son. Her heart is racing with anticipation now; they are so close to making this dream a reality.

"I-I'll talk to her," Tatsuo stammers out, clearly taken aback by the thought but unable to hide his own desire. He looks at their son, hopeful and uncertain all at once. "But first... we should wait for Ai." His gaze drifts back to Yumiko, a mix of longing and hesitation in his eyes.

Yumiko nods slowly, her heart racing as she watches the tension build between them. She can feel herself growing wet with anticipation, eager for what's to come but also terrified of stepping into unknown territory. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch Tatsuo's knee reassuringly, offering him strength and comfort as they wait together.

"I love you both so much," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "And I promise... no matter what happens, we'll face it together." Her fingers tighten on his knee, offering him solace as they wait for Ai and navigate through this taboo territory as a family.

The silence is palpable, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing as they each struggle to contain the excitement and fear coursing through them. For Yumiko, it's like being torn between two opposing forces - the need to obey her husband and fulfill his cuckolding desires while also making sure that professir, her precious son, feels satisfied in this strange and intimate arrangement they've all concocted. But she knows they can only move forward together; there is no turning back now.

Yumiko nods, rising to her feet and hurrying into the kitchen to retrieve a measuring tape from a drawer. As she returns with it, she feels her heart racing even faster, imagining what they'll all do once Ai arrives. Tatsuo watches her intently, his expression filled with both desire and apprehension. She hands him the tape and stands before their son, waiting for him to begin measuring.

Their bodies are so close now; she can feel Tatsuo's arousal pressed against her hip as he leans in closer. His breath fans across her cheek, making her skin tingle with anticipation. But it's professir who is at the center of their attention, his hardening cock a silent reminder of why they are all here. With shaking fingers, Tatsuo begins to wrap the measuring tape around their son's chest and waist, marking each inch with a trembling breath.

"So big..." he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder and admiration. "So strong... just like our Ai." Yumiko bites

Her mouth goes dry as she hears his measurements, her gaze fixing on professir's impressive cock. It's bigger than anything she could have imagined; even the memory of Tatsuo inside her pales in comparison to this alien magnificence. She feels herself grow wet with anticipation and desire, eager to feel it stretching her apart.

Tatsuo glances between them, a mixture of longing and envy in his eyes. "You're going to make my wife very happy," he murmurs huskily, his hands reaching out to cup Yumiko's breasts through her bra. His touch sends shivers down her spine as she arches into him, needing the contact.

With a final tug, he pulls the measuring tape free and turns it over to show their son the results: an impressive 75 centimeters around his chest and waist. "Just perfect," he murmurs before stepping back, allowing them both to appreciate their prize.

Yumiko takes a shuddering breath, struggling to process everything that's happening. The excitement, the fear, the

Tatsuo's eyes widen in shock, but then he nods slowly, his expression turning thoughtful and resigned. "I understand," he says softly, taking a step back to give their son the space he needs. His gaze finds Yumiko's, full of regret and longing, as she meets it with an apologetic smile that barely reaches her eyes.

She turns her attention back to professir, feeling his words like a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. But there is no going back now; she has given her consent, and must obey. Her heart feels leaden within her chest as she kneels before him, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of his inner thigh in submission.

"I'm yours for tonight, professir," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Do with me what you will."