Later that night

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By the time the two of you got home, it was close to evening.

When you just closed the door, a female voice sounded:

"My dear, do you want to eat dinner first, or take a bath first? Or something else first?

Behind you, Miyuki said with a high-pitched voice: "Mom! I'm right here!"

Shiba Miya smiled: "You can do the kitchen work, can't you? Help yourself."

"No way! I'm a better cook than you, Onni-sama must eat my meal!"

You knew that you had to do something, otherwise you would be stuck in this mess.

"Mom, please leave the work for Home Automation Robot. Miyuki, you should still be tired from having a speech at the ceremony. We have to go to school tomorrow, so take the time to rest."

When you went to your bedroom, Miya has been waiting on your bed. Without clothes.

You sighed: "Can you be more patient? Miyuki is next to this room. Maybe she hasn't fallen asleep yet."

"No, I can't. I have waited for so long. Besides..."

She sniffed and commented: "You have the smell of other girls. Three... maybe four."

"I have done nothing to them."

"'Haven't done', not 'won't do', right?"

She tried to convince you: "I know that Miyuki is your destined wife, but she just turned 17. That means there is one year gap, and you don't intend to waste that time, do you?"

"You know, that's not something a mother should say to her son."

"There is no mother and son in this room now. Just a man and a slut asking to be fucked."

"Now that's you who asked."

You made her lie flat and start to remove your pants as you climbed on top of her. She gasped a bit when seeing your massive manhood, and that's more enough to convince you that she's ready.

"Ahhh!" she cried out as your big cock slowly entered her. You held still for a minute, letting her adjust to your girth, and then slowly began rocking.

"Wow, you are amazingly tight for a married woman at your age!"

Miya looked angry: "I married that guy just to fill your and Miyuki's birth certificates. Don't you think I'll let him touch me?"

"Sorry, I mean no offense."

She smiled: "If you want to apologize, don't do that with words, but actions."

You started sinking into her again. She began to raise her hips back up at you with every thrust. The mixture of your and her moans burst forth into the room so loud that you had to cast sound-proof magic on the walls.

"Ohhh...that feels so good now. Please don't stop!" Miya cried out.

You enjoyed her fresh and tight pussy in full. Those tight, warm walls welcomed your cock and whenever you tried to draw back, she pushed herself back onto your cock more. Soon later she let out a **** cry, begging for release:

“Cum inside me Michael. Hold nothing back, please. I want all of you inside me.”

You also felt you're at the limit, but you wanted to confirm first: "Are you on the pill?"

Miya stopped for a moment, then laughed: "Ok, let me tell you one secret: Since my marriage is in name only, I'm using no kind of birth control at all. Now, what will you do with that knowledge?"

It was too tempting. No pill, no condom. The seed of a healthy and vigorous man and the fertile uterus of a woman. Your cock still fully embedded in her cunt. All you needed to do was just not pull out.

It wasn't the first time I did this, nor the last.

With a loud groan, your balls tightened before you released my potent cum deep inside her. With each spurt of semen, I thrust my dick deeper. At the same time, Miya wrapped her legs tighter around your hips and raise her lower body higher so that you could shoot further inside her. Even without your divine power, you could tell that there's no way she wouldn't get pregnant from this.

With one last shudder, you collapsed down onto her back, careful not to put all your weight on her small frame. You and she looked at each other's eyes, breathing synced up. Then Miya spoke:

"You are not just looked like your father, you are him. Like the old good book says: 'The son of God is also the incarnation of God, the God the Son.'"

"Now, what will you do with that knowledge?"

"I want to make a wish."

You laughed: "I'm glad to listen."

"It's very simple. I want to have another daughter."

Your fingers ran down her soft belly, then pressed lightly above her stomach. The gender of your next child was decided.

She pulled you close and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you Michael.” She smiled, guiding you to her breast. You latched on happily, drifting back to sleep soon after.