Natsumi is taking her son for a walk...

"Aunt Kuki!" the little three-year-old broke away from my hand and ran up to his aunt.

"My, Akira, you’ve gotten so big!" she said with laughter as scooped her giggling nephew up in her arms and smothered his pudgy face with kisses. They laughed and talked and I let them as I slowly walked to catch up. Idly looking around, standing here in the shadow of the old ruined temple at the top of the hill. I couldn’t help but remember that right about here is actually where he was painfully, yet wonderfully conceived.

"Natsumi, how are you doing?" Kouki said holding my son happily once we were close enough to talk.

"Good," I said without elaborating. It was no secret that my arm had never really healed right and still caused me pain, but the joy of raising my new baby blocked any regret that I might have. Some people said I was a different person now, happier than they'd ever seen, and I guess they were right. I felt happier. Maybe I just needed my family this whole time, and now I did. "How go the renovations?" I asked.

"Great! Want to see?" Kouki said brightly and then walked me through the stone walls they were restacking and mortaring. "And when this is all done we will eventually have a lighthouse. And down there…" she pointed a long way down the field to the south. "A stone stair is being cut so we can get down the cliff to where the dock will be. Can you imagine the trade that we will get once people can more easily get here? Mister Takahashi sure is a bold and innovative businessman."

"Yes," I agreed and smiled, but it wasn’t his idea. It was Kenji’s. He didn’t want anyone to know since he didn’t want the credit, just a reason to work with his hands and follow his dreams. Luckily when he pitched it to Hiro he’d seen the value and immediately invested to allow Kenji to follow that dream. One day we would look out from this lighthouse at the ships coming and going, and this small town would grow.

We walked about just idly chatting until we found Kenji, covered in dirt and sweating as he’d been moving stone all morning. Damn, he sure looked good. I could hardly recognize the lazy boy he had once been, now become the man he is today. Even when he had the oni possessing him, causing his muscles to ripple he hadn’t looked this good. My body reacted again and I wondered if that made me a pervert for getting turned on looking at my own son that way.

We lived our lives now practically as a couple for the sake of our son, in every way but in the bedroom. He gave me privacy, and respect, and love. And he loved our son more than anything in the world, determined to give him everything he had been denied with both a loving and attentive father and mother. I had always feared being that, and that was why I'd secreted the existence of my first pregnancy and refused to marry his own father, but now I found I really liked it. In fact, maybe it was time to change the paradigm once more.

"Kouki," I said happily. "Could you watch Akira for an hour or so?"

"Sure," she said and went off to walk and play with him.

"Kenji," I said walking up to him and trying to think of how to phrase this.

"What’s up, Nat?" he said wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his dirty hand. His shirtless muscled chest looking so powerful and strong.

"I need you to do something for me," I said as I came up to him and then shocked him by opening up my dress to let it hang from my shoulders. My breasts had grown a little since I’d lost some muscle over the last few years as well as from nursing Akira, but I knew I still had a tight sexy body. The only thing that might turn him off was the stretch marks and scars around my crotch from when his once bestial claws had torn at me, but I figured he knew they were his fault and wouldn’t balk at them. "I need you to give Akira a brother or a sister."

"But… Mom, I…" he started protesting and I silenced him with a kiss. He only called me Mom when he was worried about me, so I showed him how serious and passionate I could be. I’d not ever really done with another man since my brief affair with his father so long ago, but I was young and stupid then. Only now did I know what a real man was, and that Kenji, regardless of our history was the man I was finally going to love completely.

He was clearly stupefied by my sudden amorousness, not really reacting so much as allowing me to kiss him. When we parted I spoke before he could. "I’m Akira’s mother, and you are his father. I don’t know how many more I can give you before I am too old, but you have been the best father any child could ask for. Far better than your own father was for you and your sister, and better than mine was for me. I was never your mother when you needed me, but now I am asking for more from you than any mother ever should from her son. I wish to be your wife. To have to make love to me. And, ancestors willing, have another child. And another after that until I am unable to give you any more."

That silenced him, but it still didn’t move him to action. I moved my hands down his chest and put on my best sultry voice, "I… I’m sorry I stupidly rejected you for so long, but I… I need to make things right between us." My hands reached the waistline of his pants and slid underneath. "From now on I want you to be Akira’s father, in every way." I accentuated the point as I grabbed a hold of his swelling manhood and squeezed it solidly.

His eyes rolled back and I knew he probably wouldn’t last long since he’d been celibate since he lost his virginity with me several years ago. I was pretty sure he didn’t even masturbate since he was so busy taking care of me and Akira, working very hard all day every day to give us a better life. Well, I didn’t want him wasting it in his pants so I pulled them off and then dropped to my knees and gave it his stinky, sweaty cock a gentle kiss. It was throbbing obscenely, much like the night he raped me, so hopefully, I could ease his guilt today and every day after this by letting him know that I didn’t hold anything against him; I never had and hopefully now he would know that was the truth. I really meant it when I forgave him that day because I’m his mother and there is no greater love than a mother for her child. I should know.

I shrugged off the rest of my dress leaving me naked in the warm sun. "Come Kenji, give me your love," was all I said before turning and placing both hands on one large stone as I exposed my rear to him. Thankfully he didn't disappoint and was quickly once more deep inside me, his hips spanking my ass with his quick thrusts as his wonderfully long manhood jabbed and poked at the womb that birthed both him and his son. I closed my eyes and just let him have his way with me, feeling finally and truly the complete woman I was meant to be my whole life.

I was right and he didn’t last long, but that didn’t matter. Once again I was full of his seed and I knew this was how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I kissed him again and told him I loved him before getting dressed and leaving to let him get back to work. I found Kouki still happily playing with our first child in the grass and started already considering baby names for both boys and girls. I wasn’t sure if I would conceive on the first try as I had before; in fact, I was pretty sure I didn’t this time, but there would be plenty more time to keep trying and that pleasant thought brought a smile to my lips. Just opening the door to the idea of having a real family filled my soul with so much joy and wonder that I felt it was bubbling up, overflowing from me just as his sperm was doing now as small drips exited from my womb and trickled down the inside of my thigh. I clenched my gut to try and seal it inside, hoping to let it settle in and make me once more the mother I never thought I'd ever wanted to be.