Ichiro cums on his mother

Stepping up to the gap left by his brother, Emi expected her youngest son to take his turn in her pussy. Instead, he poised his cock just above her vagina and began stroking himself harder. With his free hand, he slid two fingers into her and played with the mixture of her juices and his brother's cum and pumped his cock with his fist.

"You're such a slut," Ichiro said. "Aren't you, mother?"

"For you," she replied. "Always for you."

"Good girl," Ichiro returned.

Emi propped herself up on her elbows to be able to watch her son stroke himself to her body. She had just been fucked amazingly by his brother, but seeing how much her youngest was turned on by her made her feel even better than before. Her body wasn't just a place for him to deposit his seed, she realized. He was excited by every part of her.

"Cum for me," Emi said, still feeling his fingers mixing his brother's cum inside her. "Paint me with your cum."

"Fuck," Ichiro moaned.

Emi's eyes watched as thick ropes of cum shot out the tip of his cock. The first shot splattered against her blouse, clearly flying free with built up pressure. He shot several more ropes, each of them coating her pubis until she was covered in his cum, each time hitting her skin with a splatter.

"Mmm," Emi said, a smile crossing her face as she watched each rope spurt out of her son.

As Ichiro collapsed to the floor, his cock still in his hand, she slid off the desk to stand on her shaky legs. However, as she adjusted her clothes, her mind cleared. She turned to look at the book, 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.

“Mother?” Akira said, his voice confused.

"What did we just do?" Ichiro asked from the floor.

Turning to her sons, she looked at their faces. She had no explanation for them, and she could not hear their thoughts anymore. However, she could not deny what she had felt and how much about their inner desires that she had known. And she couldn’t deny that she had felt something for both of them for a long time. And the feeling of their cum dripping down her legs filled her with an inner contentment she'd never felt before.

As she encouraged them to get dressed, she knew that when they left the library and returned to the world, there would always be something different between the three of them. And as she moved toward the door, she felt the tickling feeling as their cum ran down her legs.