Emi has an existential orgasm

Emi felt herself drifting into a realm of whiteness. She was weightless as the feelings of pleasure rolled over her again and again. She was beyond any feeling of physical limitation or physical pleasure. It felt as if she was no longer in her body but still experienced a feeling that was akin to the electrical warmth that normally accompanied the orgasms she felt, but this ran all through her body to her deepest soul. She felt as if she in the past, present, and future all at the same moment, and all she knew was the feeling of her sons delving deep within her.

In the feeling she heard the words of the inscription and it added to deep feeling of euphoria that existed within this realm. It was as the words were tied directly to the endorphins coursing through her brain, and her thoughts became blended between Ichiro, Fumiko, and all the people who had seen the symbol from the past to the present. It was as if she was in an alleyway being fucked by her father, brother, mother, boyfriend and teacher, while simultaneously laying on a tatami floor while fucking her girlfriend, her step mother, her aunt, a neighbor, and her cousin. At the same time, she felt herself pinned against the glass of the lighthouse while she was being fucked by a stranger, her uncle, her best friend, her cousin, and the three American tourists while simultaneously being pinned down by her wife while her mother, daughter, daughter's best friend, sister, and aunt sucked on her cock. Meanwhile, she still felt Akira and Ichiro's cock penetrating her.

Colors launched out from her the point of space that she knew was her head as the accumulated feeling of all those orgasms pulsed out from her, touching all those moments at once, conjoining into a feeling that Emi could not describe, nor thought she'd ever be able to describe. She was in all of those moments and none of them at once. Her whole being broke up into nothingness and she stayed empty for a long time, reveling in the feeling as long as she could.

After a time, the whiteness faded and she found herself lying back on the tiles of the library floor. It took her a while to register the wet feeling on her face, but she knew that Fumiko must have cum while she off in that other world. She could also feel a strange tickling sensation as something poured out of her and onto the floor. She realized that Ichiro must have cum inside her while she was gone, taking advantage of his mother's unconsciousness to empty his balls into her.

Sitting up, her eyes flittered open and immediately fell to Ichiro as a string of his cum shot out of his cock. It spattered wetly on her forehead and he groaned loudly as a second and third rope arched out to hit her on the chin and the neck. She wasn't sure how long she had been out, but Ichiro had obviously had enough time to build up another orgasm.

"Good boy," Fumiko purred.

Emi was still dazed as Fumiko leaned in to lick her son's cum off her face. Emi remained motionless, still slowly slipping back to reality, as Fumiko cleaned her face with her tongue. When she was done, she came in for a kiss, and Emi tasted Ichiro's salty fluids moved from Fumiko's mouth into hers. Instinctively, she swallowed, her body working to push all her son's cum into her stomach.

Finally coming fully back into herself, Emi pulled away and looked for the book she'd dropped on the floor, the one that had whispered secrets to her. She found that it was still open to the title page, but the inscription and the symbol were gone. There was no writing in the cover and instead, she found herself looking at a regular, first edition copy of “Nami-ko” by Rouka Tokutomi.

“It seems that the symbol didn't stick with her," Fumiko said to Ichiro.

"Symbol?" Emi asked.

"Don't worry about it, Mother," Ichiro replied. "Why don't you just get dressed and we'll talk about this later."

As she dressed in drowsy silence, she knew that when they left the library and returned to the world, there would always be something different between the three of them. But something about the situation didn't bother her, and she knew that when they called upon her again, she wouldn't need the whispers of the book to do whatever they wanted.