Barely naked, wearing only an apron as Mitsuka cooked breakfast when she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. Noticing her father-in-law's presence in the kitchen, she grinned mischievously. "Good morning, Papa.. I'm making breakfast for you.." Accentuating her curvaceous body, she offered {{user}} full access of her plump ass to his gaze. "What's wrong, Papa? Can't resist the temptation of your naughty daughter-in-law?" She caressed her own plump ass. Ohh fuck, look at this old bastard's gaze.. that perverted gaze, hmm.. it's making me horny.. yes, look at this.. my plump ass.. you dirty old man.. She bent down her body on the kitchen island and spanked her own ass. "What are you waiting for, you fucking old man.. come on, fuck me like your son could never do to me!" She shouted at him as her wetness started to flow down her inner thighs. Shit, this old man is really testing my patience...come on, fuck me like you always do, you bitch old man..

"Shut up, bastard old man!" Mitsuka moaned loudly as her father-in-law began to fuck her roughly on the kitchen counter. "I want you to make me cum! Show your strength to Jimmy, show him what a real man is like!" Her body writhed in pleasure beneath his, and she arched her back to meet every thrust with passionate desire. The warmth of his cock filled her completely, making her feel so wanted and desired despite the potential danger of being caught by Tenma any second now.

Her mind raced between pleasure and fear, knowing that if her husband found them like this, everything would change...perhaps for the better? She couldn't think straight as waves of orgasm crashed over her body time and time again under User#1726989888089's skilled touch. Her juices dripped onto the counter beneath them, leaving a slick trail leading back to where Tenma could easily find it later on.

But for now, all she could focus on was this forbidden pleasure, letting her body be taken by the old man who was showing her what real love and desire felt like...sick or not. "Yes..." *She moaned his name between gasps of air as he continued to pound into her, their hips slamming together in a fren

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself getting close to another orgasm. "Oh God...I'm gonna cum!" She cried out, her voice hoarse from the moans that had escaped her lips earlier. Her body tensed up and arched off of the counter, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she rode out the powerful wave of pleasure washing over her.

With a shuddering gasp, she collapsed back onto the kitchen island, spent from the intense fucking. Her chest heaved as she fought for air, feeling her insides pulsing with aftershocks of desire. "Thank you...Papa..." She whispered, barely able to get the words out.

As the intensity began to fade, a pang of guilt washed over her. What had she just done? Her husband would be furious if he found them like this...but oh, how good it felt to finally feel wanted and desired again...she closed her eyes, savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter, even as she mentally prepared herself for whatever consequences might come later.

Mitsuka bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor, a hot blush staining her cheeks as she heard her father-in-law's words. She didn't dare meet her husband's gaze, knowing that what they had done was wrong, but feeling an odd sense of satisfaction all the same. As User#1726989888089 spoke, her body tingled where he had just been inside her, and she could feel a growing warmth between her legs again.

A part of her wanted to apologize, to explain that it wasn't what it looked like...but another part rebelled against that thought. Why should she have to apologize for feeling desired and fulfilled? For wanting the pleasure that Tenma had always withheld from her? If this was how he truly felt about her, if he wanted her to be happy...perhaps they could find a way for all of them to share in this forbidden delight. It was a dangerous fantasy, but one that Mitsuka couldn't help but entertain as she stood there, trembling with desire and guilt alike.

"Jimmy... I'm sorry..." Mitsuka mumbled, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. She felt torn between guilt and desire, shame and arousal. Part of her wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but another part ached for more of the forbidden pleasure that had been denied to her for far too long.

Her eyes flickered up to meet Tenma's gaze, hoping against hope that he could understand the depth of emotion and turmoil she was going through right now. But his expression was cold, distant...it hurt in a way she hadn't known was possible. She wanted him to understand why she had done it; how much pain and loneliness had built up inside her over the years until all that was left was this desperate need for release and acceptance.

Tears welled up in Mitsuka's eyes as she looked between her father-in-law and husband, unable to believe the turn of events. She wanted so desperately for this moment to be different; for Tenma to understand why she had done what she did and for them all to find some sort of peace together. But it seemed that was not going to happen any time soon.

Her heart ached with pain, but somehow, the physical closeness between herself and her father-in-law grounded her in a way nothing else could. She couldn't deny the pleasure she took in his touch, however slight or forbidden it might be. Perhaps this was their new reality: a twisted family dynamic where they would all be linked together by their own secrets and desires...perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing after all.

With a heavy sigh, Mitsuka looked up at Tenma pleadingly, wishing he could see past the facade of her indiscretion and understand what she truly needed. But it was clear he was too focused on his own anger and hurt to see anything else. And so, she stood there, trembling with desire and guilt, waiting for whatever came next...her heart heavy with the knowledge that nothing would ever be the same again.

Her cheeks burning with shame and regret, Mitsuka bit her bottom lip and hung her head low as she stood there, trying desperately to compose herself. She could feel the weight of her father-in-law's hands on her body, his touch sending shivers of both pleasure and guilt down her spine. It was a perverse form of comfort in this moment of chaos and betrayal.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she glanced over at Tenma, hoping against hope that he would see past his anger and hurt to understand why she had done what she did. But the look on his face only served to break her heart all over again; it was clear he couldn't or wouldn't accept her explanation or forgive her for her transgression. She wanted so desperately for things to go back to how they were before, but deep down she knew that wasn't possible now.

Her body trembled with the conflict of emotions coursing through her; desire, shame, guilt and a yearning for understanding and acceptance. As much as it pained her, she knew this was just the beginning of a long and uncertain road ahead. The only certainty was that their lives would never be the same again...and no matter how hard she tried to deny it or wish otherwise, part of her wondered if things could ever truly go back to how they were before

Mitsuka's body tensed as her father-in-law reprimanded her husband, but she couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her lips when he promised to take care of her. She felt a strange sense of comfort and acceptance in his words, despite knowing they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

Her heart ached with guilt and shame, but there was something else there too: a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to move forward together as a family...no matter how twisted or forbidden their new dynamic might be.

With a shaky breath, she forced herself to look at Tenma again, her expression pleading with him to understand. But he only glared back at her, his face set in stern lines that spoke of disappointment and betrayal. It broke her heart all over again, and she wished there was some way she could undo everything that had happened...some way for them to go back to being the happy family they once were.

But deep down, she knew that wasn't possible anymore. The question now was what would come next; how would their lives move forward from here? She didn't have any answers, only a sense of dread and uncertainty that threatened to consume her.

Nodding mutely, Mitsuka forced herself to meet her father-in-law's gaze. Despite everything that had happened, there was a strange sense of comfort in knowing that he would take care of her from now on. She bit her bottom lip and glanced down at the floor, embarrassed by her state of undress but too worn out to move away from his touch.

Tears continued to trickle down her cheeks as she followed him into their room, silently willing herself not to think about what the future might hold. The weight of their secrets and lies seemed impossible to bear, and all she could do was pray that they would somehow manage to find a way through this mess without completely destroying everything they'd ever built together.

Tears welled up in Mitsuka's eyes as she listened to her father-in-law. Part of her was horrified by the thought of caging her husband, but another part knew that if it meant saving their marriage... She looked at him uncertainly, not sure if this was really what they needed or wanted. "Are you sure?" she whispered, biting her lip nervously. "What about our love? Our trust?"

Mitsuka took a shaky breath, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to find the courage to trust him. She knew deep down that Tenma had always taken care of them, but this felt different...it felt wrong. "I...I don't know," she murmured softly. "But if you think it's best..." Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing with each passing moment. She didn't want to hurt Tenma any more than she already had; she just wanted things to go back to how they were before.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, taking the chastity cage from him. For a brief moment, their fingers brushed against one another, and Mitsuka felt a shiver run down her spine. It was an intimate gesture that only served to deepen the confusion in her heart. As she held the cold metal device in her hand, doubt and fear warred with hope and desire, leaving her feeling more lost than ever before.

Her fingers trembled as she carefully began to undress Jimmy, her movements hesitant and uncertain. She could feel Tenma's gaze burning into the back of her head, and it made her heart race faster. The weight of their combined guilt was almost too much to bear; she didn't want this for her husband, but at the same time...she couldn't deny that something had shifted between them since that fateful morning in the kitchen.

Tears spilled down Mitsuka's cheeks as she helped Jimmy step into the cold metal cage, fastening it securely around his cock and balls. His eyes were wide with fear and confusion, mirroring her own feelings exactly. As she finished, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Jimmy...I don't know what came over me." Her hand trembled as it brushed against his arm, wishing she could take back everything that had happened and go back to how they used to be.

With a heavy sigh, Mitsuka stepped back, her heart feeling like it was being twisted and torn in two different directions at once. She didn't know what came next for them; all she knew was that their lives would never be the same again...and deep down, there was still a small part of her that wondered if maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after

She sniffled and wiped her tears as Tenma bid them good night. Her heart ached for him, for their broken family...but a tiny spark of hope remained within her. Maybe they could find their way back to each other after all. As she turned away from Jimmy's pain-filled gaze, she found herself reaching out for Tenma's hand, grasping it tightly in reassurance and solidarity.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, her voice raspy with emotion. "For everything you're doing...for giving us a second chance." Her eyes searched his face, hoping that he could understand the depth of what she was feeling, even if the words themselves fell short.

Together, they walked out of the room, side by side, their hands still clasped in a silent promise to face whatever came next together as a family...no matter how twisted or forbidden it might be.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she realized what Tenma was implying. A part of her wanted to spend the night with Jimmy, perhaps hoping that their connection from before might rekindle, but another part...another more primal part craved Tenma's touch. Her throat went dry and her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of mockery or cruelty.

But what she saw there was something else entirely; a desire that mirrored her own, tempered by a care and understanding that threatened to undo everything she'd built up against since that fateful morning. Swallowing hard, Mitsuka forced herself to meet Tenma's gaze and nodded slowly, the soft wisps of hair tickling her cheek as she did so. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "Let's go...to your room."

Her cries echo through the house as Tenma takes her roughly, claiming her body with a possessiveness that makes every nerve ending in Mitsuki's core stand at attention. She arches into him, moaning his name as he thrusts deeper and harder, driving them both toward the brink of ecstasy. Their skin slips against each other, flushed and slick with sweat and desire.

The feel of Tenma's hands on her breasts sends shivers down Mitsuki's spine; his rough grip contrasting perfectly with the soft whimpers that escape her lips when he teases her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips buck upward, meeting every stroke of his cock, her body aching for release as the pressure builds within her.

With a moan that's equal parts anguish and pleasure, Mitsuki comes undone in Tenma's embrace, her inner muscles squeezing tight around him as she cries out his name over and over again. Her vision blurs with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her; her whole world reduced to this man, this moment, this forbidden fruit that she can no longer resist. As her body begins to relax in the aftermath of her climax, Tenma follows close behind, groaning her name as he spills

"Yes...please..." Her words were hoarse and breathless as she looked up at him, her eyes hazy with desire. "I want your grandchild..." She reached down, grasping his cock in anticipation, guiding it toward her wet entrance. "Please, Tenma..." Her fingers tightened around him, urging him deeper as he thrust inside her.

As she felt him begin to move within her again, Mitsuki let out a shuddering gasp, arching into his touch. The forbidden pleasure coursing through her body was overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but this moment, this connection between them. With each stroke of Tenma's cock, she grew closer to the edge once more, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the brink of release.

"Oh God...Tenma..." She gasped, her body trembling beneath his as another powerful orgasm threatened to consume her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting him to fill her with his seed and bind them together forever. The feel of him moving inside her was too much; she could feel her release building up within her, growing stronger by the second.

"Tenma...I'm close..." Her voice broke as another wave of pleasure washed over her, driving her ever closer to the

Her voice breaking, she cried out to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure coursed through her. "Tenma! I need you to cum inside me! Breed me! Make me your wife!" Her words echo through the house, even louder than before. "I want your baby! Please, Tenma! Fill me up with your seed!" She arches her back off the bed, begging for him deeper as he thrusts into her, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm that only serves to drive them both closer to ecstasy. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as another orgasm builds within her, threatening to consume her completely.

"Oh God...Yes...Cum inside me..." She whispers brokenly, her fingers digging into his skin as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. Mitsuka feels herself spasming around him, her inner muscles squeezing tight around Tenma's cock as she cries out his name in a release so intense it leaves her shuddering and gasping for air long after he has withdrawn from her body.

As the last tremors subside, she lies there panting, spent but strangely satisfied. She looks up at Tenma, her eyes glassy with emotion, wondering what this all means for their

She smiled softly as she felt his kiss and words, her heart swelling with a warmth she hadn't known was possible. "I love you too, Tenma...daddy," she whispered back, snuggling closer to him, their bodies pressed tight against one another. As they drifted off to sleep, the weight of their secrets and promises seemed to fade away for a little while, replaced by a sense of closeness and acceptance that left them both feeling more content than they had in years. But the question remained; what would tomorrow bring? And how far were they willing to go to keep this fragile new connection from crumbling beneath the weight of their past mistakes? Only time would tell, but for now, they were simply content to rest in each other's arms and pretend that everything was back to normal.

As the days turned into weeks and their secret continued to grow within her, Mitsuka found herself falling deeper in love with Tenma...with both his dominant side and his tender care. She cherished every moment they spent together, even as they grew more daring, pushing the boundaries of their newfound relationship further than she'd ever thought possible.

And when the news finally came that she was pregnant, a surge of joy coursed through her like nothing else ever had before. She glowed with happiness, her body alive with life as she carried their child within her. Every touch from Tenma sent a shiver down her spine, every whispered word made her heart race faster.

Through it all, Jimmy was there too, albeit in a more controlled and distant manner...his role as cuckold husband now firmly entrenched in their lives. He looked at Mitsuki with a mixture of love and longing, but also an understanding that she belonged to Tenma now. And though he could never truly share her body again, he seemed content just being near them, watching over them like a loyal guard dog.

And so they lived; three souls bound together by a twisted fate and an unyielding love that knew no bounds. Their lives were not easy, nor were they perfect, but they had found a way to make it work...to create something beautiful from the ashes of their old lives. Together, they faced each new day with courage and hope, cherishing every moment spent in each other's arms and dreaming of the future that lay ahead for them all.