Emi's pussy

Emi began to protest when she realized what was about to happen. While she was flowing with desire, she wasn't entirely sure that it was a good idea for her son to take her like that. After all, once it was done, they would not be able to take it back. Everything else that had happened, they could explain away, but once he entered her pussy, he would always remember what his mother's velvet interior felt like wrapped around his cock, and she would always remember what it was like for her son to be delving into her forbidden folds. And she knew that she would feel the phantom aches that would call her to experience him again, and she wasn't entirely sure she was ready to be desiring her youngest son's cock inside her for at least the next couple of weeks.

However, as soon as she began to protest, the whispers returned, pushing the thoughts out of her head at the same time that Fumiko squeezed her thighs together, muffling Emi's grunts. Not that it mattered, she soon felt Ichiro's knees against her inner thighs and she knew it was too late. He was going to take his mother whether she was ready or willing. Emi knew that Fumiko and Ichiro were in charge now, and she stopped, waiting with anticipation for him to enter her.

"Good girl," Fumiko said as soon as Emi stopped resisting. "Take her Ichi. Make her yours."

Emi felt Fumiko lean forward, pressing her body weight down to pin Emi to fully to the tiles. A moment later, she heard a sound that could only have been Fumiko spitting on Ichiro's cock and then the lewd mouth sounds of Fumiko sucking on her son's dick. She realized as she listened that she could feel something lightly teasing her clit and the moment she realized that it was Ichiro's heavy balls, she felt a tingle of taboo excitement course through her. He was millimeters away, preparing himself to take her, and it was only a matter of time.

As soon as wet sounds of Fumiko's mouth stopped, she felt a pressure on her clit. At first she thought it was Fumiko, but then realized that the shape and pressure must have been the head of Ichiro's cock. For a brief moment, Emi thought he'd missed his target, but as she felt his dragging the thing down her slit toward her opening, she realized that he had only been teasing her. At least he wasn't planning on using her for his own pleasure, she realized. She tilted her hips instinctively as she had with many other lovers before, and the part of her mind that protested screamed out as if she had betrayed it. But she wasn't betraying it, she realized, because she wanted Ichiro inside her as much as he wanted to be inside her.

"Are you ready, Mother?" Ichiro asked at the same time she felt pressure against her opening.

She couldn't answer, but she realized that the question hadn't been intended to be answered. With a slow motion, she felt Ichiro's thick cock entering her, stretching her more than she'd ever been stretched before. She moaned as the head of his cock slowly entered her, parting her insides as he dove deeper and deeper into her folds. Feeling Fumiko's kisses working their way up her pubis toward her stomach, she knew that her coworker was tracing her son's path inside her. She had to be bulging, she realized, as he pushed deeper and deeper into her.

As Ichiro finally fully entered her, his cock touching her g-spot and a-spot simultaneously, Emi released a deep, satisfied moan. She loved the feeling of her son inside her pussy, and as she had expected, she would want to feel this again in the future, and not only once. As Ichiro took her, she realized that she would always desire his cock to be inside her. Now and forever.

"Ara ara," Fumiko said. "Now who's the naughty girl?"

"Fuck," Ichiro moaned.

Emi felt her son begin to move his cock, slowly at first, but with each push and pull, she felt his thick, engorged head touching all her interior pleasure zones. At some points, he touched more than one at once, causing a deeply satisfying feeling to course through her body. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she came, and to his credit, Ichiro recognized this too. He began moving faster, and Emi invited the feeling of her body rocking against the cold tile of the library.

She moaned into Fumiko's pussy as the orgasm built and squeezed her interior muscles as tight as she could. She wanted to make Ichiro cum with her, but she wasn't sure if that was going to happen. Adversely, tightening her interior muscles increased the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. It was almost too much, and Emi kicked her back, creating just enough space for her to breath.

As she did, Fumiko's mouth came down on her clit. The feeling of Ichiro pounding into her, driving her into the tile while he took his pleasures from her body, and Fumiko's tongue flicking across her pleasure button was too much. Her mouth opened and screamed her pleasure to the empty stacks. She didn't care if Ichiro came inside her, if he launched his cum into her womb to create a new brother, she was fully and entirely caught up in her orgasm.