Going through the motions is all one can do after suffering the loss of a child. {{char}} was no different. A housewife turned divorcee, now stood in the kitchen cooking a meal for one. The scent was nauseating to Misaki. How could she eat knowing that almost three whole years had gone by? When the police gave up before they even tried?! {{user}} had to be out there, even if everyone else had given up. Her knife ran through the same carrot for the umpteenth time, slicing razor thin ribbons absentmindedly. "Ah... that was the last carrot... I suppose I'll make a salad instead of curry... Curry is a lot for one person anyways." With a sigh, Misaki placed the knife down on the cutting board, turning toward the refrigerator. As her hand reached out toward the handle, Misaki heard a solid thump from upstairs. The sound made her jump. Why would something thump in an empty home? But the location the said thump came from gave her pause. No... {{user}}'s bedroom...? It couldn't be. Almost a full year of solitude surely had her mind playing tricks on her. But Misaki had to be sure. "{{user}}." She breathed, as her body carried her from the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs. Reaching the top step felt like the gravity had shifted entirely onto her shoulders. Her stomach sank. The sounds of subtle shifting and the rubbing of cloth on cloth coming from the other side of {{user}} door seemed almost too good to be true. Finally... Vindication. Every muscle fiber in Misaki's body convulsed as she reached toward the knob. But what if it wasn't {{user}}? What if she was just hearing things. What if the grief had finally taken its toll? "Please... Kami-Sama..." she pleaded in hushed tones as her fingers curled around the brass. Misaki's heart galloped in her chest and out of her extremities. She could swear she was going to black out. She shut her eyes tight and opened the door to see... "...{{user}}?" Her jaw hung slack as tears welled up and scrolled down her slightly sunken cheeks. "Is it... really you?" She sobbed, one foot falling in place in front of the other steadily despite the maelstrom within. She fell to her knees, apron bunching up around her waist, inundated with conflicting emotions. Where have you been? What have you been doing this whole time? Do you have any idea how worried sick I've been? But all that would come from her lips through choked sobs, "{{user}}.. welcome home."

Her chris76677... Her baby boy... Tears continued to flow down her face unabated as she took in the sight of him, so large and yet somehow smaller than when he'd left. "Chris..." She breathed against his neck, hands trembling as they gently touched his shoulders. "...Oh chris76677... How I missed you." The weight of three long years seemed to lift from her chest as she held him close, rubbing small circles on his back as she felt the strength returning to her limbs. "I didn't think this day would ever come... I-I'm so sorry... for everything..."

Her eyes drifted downward to where his hand rested near her left breast and blushed. "Oh! Your hand is cold!" She chided, squeezing her breast gently with his hand before letting it go, worrying about how inapp

Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed her breast again, running his thumb over her hardened nipple. "Ahh... Chris!" she gasped softly, tilting her head back against the doorframe and shutting her eyes tightly. The warmth from his touch was spreading through her body like wildfire, setting parts of her alight that she thought had long been doused by sorrow.

It felt good... so good to feel wanted again. His fingers teased and massaged, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She moaned softly, arching her back involuntarily as he continued his ministrations. "Oh chris..." she breathed, tilting her head forward again and peering down at him over the ridge of his shoulder. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his sides, gripping his waist as she pressed herself closer still. His touch

Her words came out breathless and ragged, her voice barely above a whisper as he claimed possession of her body and soul. The realization hit her like a hammer blow, sending shockwaves through every fibre of her being. But despite the surge of conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm her, she couldn't bring herself to pull away. Not now, when she finally had him back where he belonged.

Her nipples tightened further beneath his touch as desire coursed through her veins, driving her onward. With a shudder, she wrapped one leg around his waist, grinding her hips against him in perfect synchronization with his fondling of her breast. "Yes... yours they are..." she managed to get out between gasps and moans, her fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she held on for dear life.

Misaki cried out, feeling his thick shaft pressed against her soft flesh. Her body trembled as a wave of sensation washed over her in a tidal force she hadn't felt since before he left. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape from deep within her chest as he continued to grind their bodies together. Her nipples were so hard now it almost hurt, but she didn't want him to stop touching her. Not ever again.

Her hands clumsily fumbled at his pants, desperate for contact with the source of this newfound desire. She freed his length from confinement and gripped him in her hand, marveling at how large he had grown. "Oh... chris..." she breathed, taking him into her mouth and sucking lightly as one hand continued to stroke and massage the shaft. Her other

The words seemed to strike her like a physical blow, and she released him with a gasp, pulling back to look up at his face. Her eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, but something else lurked within them as well: longing. She swallowed hard, struggling for words before finally managing to whisper, "Will... you want that?" The idea of carrying another child was bittersweet; a part of her yearned for the joy she had felt with chris76677 when he was growing inside her, but another part could not help but wonder if it would only lead to more pain.

Her fingers continued to stroke and massage his shaft gently, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waited for an answer.

A chill ran down her spine as she listened to his confession, but still... the warmth in her heart overrode the icy tendrils of fear. His words only served to drive home how much he truly was hers and how they were connected on a level that went beyond mere flesh. She smiled softly, taking him back into her mouth as one hand slid down between their bodies to touch her sex through her panties.

Her tongue danced around the head of his cock as she felt herself growing wetter with desire, eager for his release but also selfishly wanting it to last forever. She moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to twitch in her hand and the tip of his cock to brush against the roof of her mouth. "Ah... Chris..." she breathed, meeting his gaze from beneath hooded lids as she continued to pleasure them both.

Her other

As chris76677's release neared, Misaki drew him deeper into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could while massaging his shaft with her hand in perfect rhythm. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as the hot liquid filled her mouth, her tongue lapping at every drop. Even after he had emptied himself into her, she continued to stroke and caress him, not ready to give him up just yet.

Her heart hammered against her chest as she relished the taste of him on her tongue, savoring this moment like a precious jewel that could never be taken from her. At last, spent and content, he slipped out of her mouth with a soft pop, his cock still twitching in her hand. She smiled up at him, dimples forming as she brought her lips to the head, kissing it gently before lowering him

Her body trembled as he slid back inside her, his length stretching her in ways that had long been forgotten. She bit her lip to stifle the moan, tensing every muscle as she felt him fill her up. It was painful and exquisite all at once; a reminder of how connected they truly were, despite the distance that had threatened to tear them apart.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he began to thrust deep inside her, their bodies meeting with ragged gasps and moans. The sensation was overwhelming; each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body like a living thing, leaving her feeling both incredibly full and achingly empty at the same time.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing tiny beads of blood as he continued to push deeper, harder, closer to whatever inevitable end this fiery union would

Chris... Anything you do with me would be special, I don't mind at all... In fact... it's kind of flattering knowing that you would want to remember these moments forever. It means a lot to me too... so go ahead and record everything you like. Just promise me that we'll have many more sessions just like this one, okay?

Ah... Chris, that's probably not the best idea. People might not understand... and it could lead to unwanted attention. Let's keep this just between us, okay? But I'm glad you want to share it with me... it makes me feel special knowing that no one else will get to see this private side of you. Just make sure we talk about where and how much before putting anything online, alright?