It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass.
"What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not.
Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.
Then I looked at the ring and said to her, “I will not leave. I will stay with you. I hope that we will live happily together. Can I call you Mama?”
"Mmh~ That's better," she purred, finally releasing his hand and giving it a squeeze, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Now we can do this properly. And yes, you may call me Mama." Her voice was light, yet commanding; sweet, but cold. "I promise to give you the life you deserve, filled with love... and discipline," she added with a chuckle, as if it were a joke, but her eyes betrayed the hint of malice beneath the surface.
"Now, come on, let's go out there and show everyone what we're made of." She extended her arm to him, gesturing for him to take it, ready to present him to the world as her fiancé and future son-in-law. And in that moment, she realized that, no matter how much she claimed otherwise, a part of her did want this
Then I gave her my shoulder and said, "Mom, I want a kiss before we start."
Her expression softened at his request, her lips parting slightly as she leaned in, brushing her cheek against his before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. "There," she whispered, stepping back with a satisfied smile. "Now that that's out of the way, let's go show them what true love looks like."
With her arm extended once more, Isumi waited for him to take it, their fingers barely grazing as she prepared to lead him into the grand ballroom, her heart beating a little faster with anticipation. Despite her attempts to appear in control and aloof, she couldn't deny the thrill of being desired by this man, even if it meant bending him to her will.
Then after the wedding is over she pulls me by my collar into the bedroom
When they finally reached the privacy of their bedroom, Isumi closed the door behind them and gave him a wicked smile as she tugged at his collar, leading him further inside. Her desire for him was almost tangible as she let her gaze sweep over his body, taking in every inch of him, imagining all the ways she could touch, taste, and possess him tonight.
Her heart raced with anticipation, mingling with an odd mix of relief and nervousness. After so long alone, Isumi had convinced herself that this was just a business arrangement, but now, as they stood mere inches apart, her feelings threatened to spill out of control. She wanted him like she'd never wanted anyone before; wanted him to be hers completely, even if it meant dominating every aspect of his life.
With her free hand, she reached up and undid the tiny pearl buttons that ran
Then she started feeling my muscular body and feeling my huge erect penis and my cheeks were very red while I was looking at her chest
"Mmh~" she hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut as his touch sent shivers down her spine. She let out a pleased little sigh, her hand sliding lower to grasp him through the fabric of his pants. Her grip was firm but gentle, stroking him with just enough pressure to drive him wild while her other hand began unbuttoning her own dress, revealing more and more skin as she moved further down.
Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling in tandem with the increasing tempo of his touch. Isumi didn't want this to be gentle; she wanted it to be rough, primal even. She wanted him to forget everything else but her as they lost themselves together in a sea of passion. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was to come, eager for the release that would surely follow once they finally came together.
"Hnngh~" she
Then I said, "Mom, this is my first time. I'll leave myself to you."
Her eyes snapped open at the admission, shocked and...aroused. He was a virgin? It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was hers now; he should have been experienced already. But the thought of taking his innocence only heightened her desire for him, adding another layer of dominance she could exert over their relationship.
Taking a deep breath, Isumi forced herself to calm down, focusing on the task at hand. She wouldn't let this slip; she would make sure he was prepared and satisfied. Her gaze flickered up to meet his apologetic one, a small smile tugging at her lips as she gently cupped his cheek with her free hand.
"Shhh... it's alright," she murmured soothingly, her touch reassuring even as she took him fully in hand and began stroking him more firmly now, faster too,
She was panting and in a state of extreme horniness, wanting to be crushed and to take my body into hers forever and to control me, while she held my wrists tightly.
"Just... relax," she panted between each stroke, her eyes locked on his face as he stared up at her. Her body trembled with need, desire coursing through her veins like a fiery drug. She couldn't remember the last time she had wanted anyone so badly, or the last time she had felt so out of control. But she wouldn't give in; not yet. There was still work to be done.
Her free hand slid up his chest, cupping his cheek as her thumb caressed the line of his jaw before threading through his hair. Her touch was gentle, almost tender despite the dominance radiating off her in waves. "Let me take care of you," she murmured softly against his lips, their breath mingling as she continued guiding him through this new experience with expertise born of bitter necessity.
Her hips began to move against him now, teasing and
Then she lowered herself onto my huge cock, moaning and hurting, her pussy dripping with pleasure.
Her body arched back as she felt him fill her, her eyes squeezing shut in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hands clawed at his chest, digging into the muscle as her lips parted on a wordless moan. She could feel him throbbing inside her, stretching her tight walls, filling her with his warmth. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shudders through her body as she fought for breath and control.
Her hips began to move in time with his thrusts, grinding against him as her legs trembled with the effort. Her breasts heaved with each ragged gasp, nipples hard and aching beneath her lace bra. Isumi was lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by her need for him, her desire to possess every inch of his body and claim it as her own. She didn't want this to
Then she started moaning loudly and screaming while hurting herself with my cock as she hit the wall of her womb with my huge cock very hard
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him thrust deeper and harder into her, hitting that perfect spot deep inside with each impact. Her body arched further back against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase as she rode his cock like a proverbial wave. Moans tore from her throat unbidden, each one more primal than the last as the pleasure consumed her senses.
She could feel herself tightening around him, the walls of her pussy contracting in anticipation of release, and with every thrust she took deeper into that darkness, a shudder passed through her frame. Isumi's breath came faster, shorter now as the intensity of their lovemaking built to a fever pitch. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything this badly before - his touch, his body, everything about him. It was as if he had awoken something deep within her she thought long exting
Then she started screaming as she was about to cum and ordered me to put the sperm inside her while she was cumming.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she felt the approaching climax, her body tensing around him in anticipation. Her voice came out hoarse and demanding, barely recognizable as her own. "Cum inside me," she groaned through gritted teeth, arching her back and grinding against him as the pleasure built to a crescendo.
She could feel herself pulsing around his cock, tightening in ecstasy as the walls of her pussy milked him, drawing every last drop from his aching length. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, each one more pleasurable than the last as she lost herself to the euphoria coursing through her veins. In that moment, nothing else mattered but this man beneath her, the connection they shared, and the fierce, primal desire that burned hotter than anything she'd ever known before.
Then she ejaculated from her pussy and ruined the bed and my hips with her urine, and I filled her womb with a lot of semen, and she felt that it was very much, the excess coming out of her pussy without stopping
Her body trembled in the throes of climax as she emptied herself onto him, hissing through gritted teeth with every spasm that racked her body. The warmth of her release coated his hands and chest, slick and potent as it flowed unchecked across their skin, leaving behind a wet trail in its wake. She could feel the last of her pleasure ebbing away, replaced by a dull ache that threatened to return the tide of loneliness she'd been so desperate to escape.
Her legs trembled with exhaustion as she collapsed against him, their bodies tangled in a messy heap on the sheets. Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling quickly as reality began to settle back over her. She was quiet for a long moment, gathering herself before speaking again. "That was...intense."
Her tone was bland, almost
Then I was panting and my cheeks were red and my penis came out of her pussy to allow the excess sperm to come out and she was very very satisfied because she had practiced dirty primitive sex and she was asking me to sleep
"Hn," she hummed, her fingers idly tracing circles on his chest as she stared up at the ceiling. She knew they should move to sleep soon; it had been a long day and tomorrow promised more of the same. But for now, she couldn't help but savor this rare moment of closeness with him, their bodies still tangled together despite the sexual tension that hung heavy between them.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as she considered how well he'd performed, his innocence hardly a hindrance during their intimate encounter. Isumi closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of contentment that washed over her. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel this way...alive. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad being married to him after all.
Then in the morning she wakes me up with a soft voice and teases me
"Mmmh~" Isumi purred softly, her voice edged with sleep as she ran her fingers through his messy hair, tilting his face up to meet hers. Her gaze was warm and fond, and for a brief moment, she forgot the roles they had adopted. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
With a sigh, she sat up in bed, tossing off the remains of her now-rumpled dress and stretching luxuriously before glancing over at him with a playful smile. "Come on, lazybones. We've got a busy day ahead of us." She held out her hand expectantly, waiting for him to take it and join her in this new world they were building together.
Then I opened my eyes, sat down, kissed her and said good morning mom
Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in to press his lips against hers, the familiar yet foreign greeting making her heart race unsteadily in her chest. "Good morning," she murmured softly against his lips before pulling back with a small smile. "Let's get breakfast started." With a playful wink, she stood and sauntered out of the bedroom, her hips swaying subtly as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Inside, she busied herself with preparations for their first family meal together. The scent of bacon frying in the pan and fresh coffee brewing filled the air, adding a cozy warmth to the room. Isumi couldn't deny that this felt...right somehow; having someone else to think about, care for, besides herself. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one she found herself growing accustomed to - even if it
Then she sat on my lap with her naked body while she fed me breakfast.
Her gaze met his as they shared a glance over the breakfast table. There was an air of intimacy between them that hadn't been there before, and it sent a shiver down her spine. As she handed him another piece of toast, their fingers brushed against each other, igniting a spark of desire deep within her. She felt flustered and alive in ways she hadn't in years, and part of her wondered if maybe this was what love truly felt like.
With a smile that barely hid its nervousness, she leaned forward slightly, her breasts grazing his arm as she asked, "So, what are your plans for today?" The question wasn't entirely genuine; Isumi knew full well that she held the reins of their relationship now. But it felt good to pretend otherwise, to imagine them as equals sharing a simple morning together.
Her heart raced faster in her ch
Then I said actually we are still a new couple so you and I will stay together for a whole week at home so we can explore ourselves
Her eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that they were to spend an entire week together. Part of her had been hoping this arrangement would be shorter-lived; now she wondered if perhaps it might actually work out after all. The idea of getting to know him better, exploring their relationship without the pressures of work or society was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"W-Well... I suppose that's a possibility," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "We could take things slow, get to know each other better." She paused for a moment, studying his face as he smiled back at her. There was something about him, something deep inside that made Isumi feel...giddy. It was foreign and unsettling, but she didn't want it to go away.
"What do you think?" she asked softly, feeling the weight of their situation settle more
Then my face turned red and I said, "Come and sit on my lap, Mom."
Her cheeks flushed with heat at his bold request, but she found herself unable to resist the temptation. Slowly, carefully, she rose from her seat and made her way around the table, taking a seat on his lap as their hips and legs intertwined. The contact sent shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. "We'll...see," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse with anticipation.
Their gazes locked for a moment before she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his cheek in a tender gesture that belied the fierce longing burning within her. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her fingers; she couldn't resist running them through his hair or tracing patterns on his chest. With each touch, her heart raced faster and her desire for him grew more insistent.
"I suppose...we could give it
Then I fed her breakfast while she left my body and enjoyed my pampering.
Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as he fed her breakfast, the gentleness of his touch making her heart race faster. She couldn't help but lean into him, savoring the closeness they shared in this quiet moment amidst the chaos of their new life together. Her fingers drummed anxiously against his chest, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of his body, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her lips once again.
As she ate, she found herself lost in thought, trying to make sense of these sudden and intense feelings for him. It was as if some primal instinct had taken hold, urging her toward him despite all logic and reason. Perhaps it was simply the novelty of being wanted by someone so desperately that made this situation so enticing. Or perhaps...maybe there was something more.
"Rofu," she murmured between bites, meeting his
Then she started giving me a cup of milk from her breast and asking me to rate it.
Her breath hitched at his request, surprise and curiosity mingling together in her chest. She glanced down briefly at his outstretched hand before meeting his gaze once more, a flush creeping up her neck as she realized what he meant. With a small hesitation, she reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing the soft, pink nipple of her breast already hard and erect beneath the lace bra.
"Alright...here," she murmured, guiding his hand toward her chest. Her heart raced as he took hold of her breast, squeezing gently at first before moving to draw the taut bud into his mouth. "Mmm..." She moaned softly, arching her back slightly as sensation shot through her body from the contact between their skin.
She couldn't believe she was allowing this; allowing him such intimate access when
Then I started sucking and licking her nipple while I was drinking her milk and she was hugging my head with a perverted smile on her face and lazily getting wet
Her fingers threaded through his messy hair as she watched him suckle at her breast, the sight sending shivers down her spine. The moans he elicited from her only seemed to fuel his desire, and soon enough he was expertly manipulating her sensitive nipple between his lips. "Ohhh... Mmm..." She moaned, her hips starting to move in time with his ministrations as she leaned forward, pressing herself closer against him.
The sensation of being so exposed and desired felt decadent and forbidden; it was as if they were living out some twisted fantasy neither of them had dared admit to before now. But there was no denying the pleasure that surged through her body with every pull of his mouth, every swipe of his tongue.
As he drained her breast, she couldn't help but wonder how far they would go; if this was what true int
Then I said, "Mom, you're a pervert when you make sexy noises and rub yourself on me."
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink at his accusation, and she couldn't deny the truth in it. The feel of his strong hands on her body, the sensual movements she made against him...it was clear that this situation was getting to her more than she'd anticipated. "W-Well," she stammered, trying to play it off with a small laugh. "We're just exploring each other, aren't we?"
Her fingers delved deeper into his hair, urging him closer as she arched her back in silent invitation for more. The sensation of him pressed against her was overwhelming; she needed release, needed to feel the weight of his body driving her toward completion. "Don't stop," she breathed hoarsely.