Akihiko and Natsuki

Akihiko, a 22-year-old Japanese man, has returned to Akumanotane, his remote childhood village, for the first time in a decade.

The occasion is grim, the funeral of his father, Kaminari Yamatsukai.

Akumanotane is a place time had forgotten, a secluded village nestled deep in the mountains, untouched by modernity.

The villagers cling fiercely to an ancient folk religion, its rituals and secrets passed down over centuries.

For generations, the Yamatsukai family has been at its spiritual center, with the family head serving as both leader and high priest.

Kaminari, Akihiko’s father, was no exception to this tradition.

Akihiko had never seen eye-to-eye with his father.

But respect for tradition, and curiosity, has brought him back here, to this remote village he had tried to leave behind.

After the funeral rites conclude, Akihiko returns to his family home.

The air inside the house feels heavy, thick with incense.

In the room housing the memorial altar, he finds his stepmother, Natsuki Yamatsukai, sitting in front of the shrine.

Natsuki, Kaminari’s much younger second wife, is only 31, two decades younger than her late husband's 51, and just nine years older than Akihiko.

She looks sexy, despite being clad in a black mourning kimono honoring her late husband and carrying Buddhist prayer beads.

Despite having just cremated her husband whom she had been married to for several years, and placed his ashes in the family shrine, she does not seem particularly grief-stricken.

When she notices Akihiko, her lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“As your father’s eldest son and heir, it’s your duty to take his place,” she says, her voice smooth as silk. Her dark eyes glint with desire.

She rises slowly and approaches him, her movements deliberate. “You have big shoes,” she continues, licking her lips, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And tight holes to fill.”

She winks, her breath warm against his ear, before getting on her knees in front of him, like a follower to her master, his stomach churning with excitement and desire.

Natsuki’s hands move with practiced ease, unbuttoning Akihiko’s pants and sliding them down his legs.

The casual expertise in her actions leaves no doubt. This is something she’s done often before, likely for Akihiko’s father, her now-late husband.

“Should we really be doing this right now?” Akihiko asks.

Despite the words of protest, he makes no real effort to stop his lusty stepmother. Quite the opposite, his body betrays him, enjoying the turn of events, leaning into her touch.

His gaze flicks to the shrine, where his father’s framed photo looms over them, stern and disapproving even in ****.

“We just cremated him,” Akihiko adds, gesturing weakly at the urn containing his father’s ashes.

Natsuki smirks, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, please. You hated your father,” she replies, her tone light, as if discussing the weather.

She leans closer, her breath warm and laced with incense.

“And really, what’s the point of having a hot widowed stepmom if you’re not going to make her yours... right here, in front of your father’s shrine?”

Akihiko blinks, momentarily stunned by the brazenness of her words.

A part of him, likely the one with the lingering remnants of morality, wants to protest.

But the other part, primal and undeniably human, has already surrendered.

He sighs, shaking his head, watching his sexy widowed stepmother lick and kiss his cock. Seriously, how is he supposed to resist this?

And just like that, Akihiko gives in, though in truth, resistance has been little more than a token effort.

He is flesh and blood, after all, a man like any other, bound by his basest instincts.

Natsuki uses her experienced tongue to lick every centimeter of her stepson's hard cock. "I love its smell so much," she grins, "and its taste. Your father's cock had an old musky smell and a salty taste. Your cock smells and tastes so much nicer!"

"Father was an old man, I'm not," Akihiko closes his eyes and enjoys the blowjob. It doesn't take too long for him to blow his load in his stepmother's mouth, and she swallows eagerly.

"The white stuff coming out of your cock tastes way better than what came out of your father's wrinkly old cock!"

The lewdness of her words arouses Akihiko, and when he recovers his hardness, he fucks her brains out in front of his father's shrine.

Sorry dad!

Akihiko locks eyes with his father's framed photo, fucking his beautiful young widow in front of his urn, filling the hole left behind by him both literally and figuratively, before pumping his load into her womb and impregnating her!