Chapter Six: The Disguise of Motherhood

Stardust dropped Youzhen off a dozen meters from his house and stopped. The setting sun cast a long shadow of her, her black stockings shimmering delicately in the dim light, her long legs standing together, her posture impeccably elegant.

“Let’s stop here,” she said softly, her voice as gentle as a spring stream. “If we keep going, Aunt Suzuki might see us.”

Yuzhen nodded and took his schoolbag. He could feel Stardust's gaze lingering on his face; that gaze was complex, a mixture of possessiveness, tenderness, and some deeper meaning he couldn't comprehend.

"See you tomorrow," Stardust said, and then she smiled.

It was a meaningful smile. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her eyes narrowed into a beautiful arc, but deep within them gleamed a cunning light, as if a plan had succeeded. Her fingers lightly brushed against Yuu-chan's hand, bringing a subtle tingling sensation.

"Get some rest," she said. "Tonight... have sweet dreams."

After saying that, she turned and left. Her high heels clicked crisply on the cobblestones, and her legs, encased in black stockings, moved with elegant steps in the twilight, quickly disappearing around the street corner.

Yuuma stood there, watching her figure disappear, a strange feeling welling up inside him. Stardust's last smile... always made him feel uneasy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts, and turned to walk home.

Take out the key, insert it into the lock, and turn it.

The door opened.

But just as he was about to push the door open, a gentle voice came from behind him.

"Yuma-kun?"

Yuma turned around and saw Ayako Suzuki.

Aunt Ayako stood not far away, carrying a supermarket shopping bag filled with fresh vegetables, meat, and some daily necessities. She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan and a dark blue long skirt, her hair loosely tied back with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, looking like she had just come home from get off work.

She wore a gentle smile, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Just got out of school?" Ayako approached, her gaze sweeping over Yuuma. "Your face... looks a little tired."

"Ah...it's alright..." Yuzhen said softly, subconsciously adjusting the collar of her school uniform.

Ayako's gaze fell on the keys in his hand, then she looked at his slightly disheveled hair and clothes, and her brows furrowed slightly.

“Yu-chan,” her voice was gentle, but with a hint of reproach, “are you… going to eat instant noodles again tonight?”

Yuu's face turned red. He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the strap of his backpack.

"I...I..."

"I knew it." Ayako sighed, her sigh filled with heartache. "Didn't I tell you last time? Instant noodles have no nutritional value and are bad for your health. You're still growing, how can you eat that kind of thing every day?"

She took a step closer, the shopping bag swaying gently in her hands. Yuzhen could smell the fresh aroma of vegetables and the faint fishy smell of meat emanating from inside.

"I'm sorry..." Yuma whispered.

“No need to apologize.” Ayako smiled, a warm and understanding smile. “How about this, I’ll cook dinner for you tonight. I bought a lot of groceries, so I can cook a lot more.”

Yuuma was stunned. He looked up at Ayako's gentle smile, a warm feeling welling up inside him, but at the same time, he felt a sense of unease.

"No, no need..." he hurriedly waved his hand, "It's too much trouble for you... I can manage on my own..."

“It’s no trouble at all,” Ayako said firmly. “Living alone is already difficult enough for you. I’m your neighbor, so it’s only right that I take care of you. Besides…”

She paused, her gaze softening further.

"Seeing you reminds me of my son. If he were still alive... he would be about your age now. I... I want to take care of you, just like I would take care of my own child."

Her voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red. Yuzhen knew Aunt Ayako's story, knew the pain of losing her son, and knew the loneliness of living alone.

He couldn't refuse.

"Then... then I'll trouble you..." he said softly.

"It's no trouble at all." Ayako smiled, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep smiling. "Come on, let's go in."

Yuuma opened the door and let Ayako go in first. Ayako walked into the entryway carrying shopping bags, naturally took off her shoes, and neatly placed them next to the shoe cabinet. Her movements were practiced, as if she were returning to her own home.

Yuzhen closed the door and followed him into the living room.

Ayako placed the shopping bag on the kitchen counter and began organizing its contents. She took out the vegetables, washed them carefully, removed the meat, dried it with kitchen paper, and then began chopping.

Her movements were practiced and skillful; she sliced ​​carrots into even, thin slices, onions into fine strips, and beef into uniform chunks. Every movement was fluid and precise, displaying the experience of a housewife for many years.

Yuzhen stood at the kitchen doorway, watching her busy figure.

Ayako wore a beige knitted cardigan, its soft material swaying gently with her movements, outlining the curves of her back. Her waist was slender, her hips full, and the hem of her long skirt swayed slightly as she chopped vegetables. Her hair was loosely tied up, a few strands falling beside her neck, gleaming softly under the kitchen light.

Looking at that figure from behind, Yuma suddenly had a strange feeling.

That back view... it looks familiar.

It wasn't the familiarity of Aunt Ayako, but... a different kind of familiarity.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. How could that be? Aunt Ayako is Aunt Ayako, how could she be someone else?

But that back view... that chopping motion... that slight tilt of the head...

All of this reminded him of another person.

Stardust.

No, impossible. Stardust should be inside Misaki Sato's body right now, in the Sato family mansion. How could she be here? How could she be disguised as Aunt Ayako?

He must have been too tired and was hallucinating.

“Yu-chan,” Ayako suddenly turned around and smiled at him, “Could you get me some soy sauce? It’s in the cabinet on the left.”

"Ah... okay." Yuzhen hurriedly went over, opened the cabinet, found the soy sauce bottle, and handed it to her.

During the handover, his fingers touched Ayako's hand. Her hand was soft, warm, and her skin smooth. But Yuma noticed some small calluses on her fingers—marks left from years of housework.

These are indeed Aunt Ayako's hands.

Yuma breathed a sigh of relief. He must have been overthinking it.

"Thank you." Ayako took the soy sauce and continued working. She put the chopped ingredients into the pot, added seasonings, and began to simmer. Soon, the kitchen was filled with a rich aroma—the savory flavor of beef, the freshness of vegetables, and the complex fragrance of various spices.

“It will take a little longer,” Ayako said, wiping her hands and turning to face Yuuma. “Why don’t you go and rest for a bit? You can watch TV or do your homework. I’ll call you when you’re ready.”

“I…I’ll help…” Yuma said.

“No need.” Ayako smiled gently. “You are a guest, please sit down.”

She pushed Yuzhen out of the kitchen, made him sit on the sofa in the living room, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Just a moment," she said, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

Yuzhen sat on the sofa, drinking tea, listening to the sounds of chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and stewing coming from the kitchen, and a long-lost warmth welled up in her heart.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Some people cook for him, some people care about him, and some people treat him like family.

Even if this person is just a neighbor, and even if this care may only be out of sympathy, it is enough for him.

About half an hour later, Ayako came out carrying several plates: stewed beef, vegetable salad, miso soup, and white rice. Each dish was beautifully presented, with the colors arranged in a pleasing way.

"Come on, let's eat," Ayako said, placing the plates on the table.

Yuuma walked over and sat down. Ayako sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hands and smiling at him.

“Try it,” she said.

Yuzhen picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of beef, and put it in her mouth. The beef was stewed until very tender, melting in her mouth, with a rich and mellow sauce, carrying a hint of sweetness and spices. The vegetable salad was very fresh, and the dressing was just right, neither too greasy nor too bland. The miso soup was perfectly seasoned, the tofu was tender, and the seaweed was crisp.

Every dish was delicious, better than anything he could make himself.

"Is it good?" Ayako asked, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Mmm..." Yuma nodded vigorously, "It's delicious... Thank you, Auntie..."

"That's good." Ayako smiled, a satisfied smile. "Eat more, you're too thin."

She sat across from Yuzhen, watching her eat. Her gaze was gentle and focused, like a mother looking at her child. Each time Yuzhen finished a dish, she would immediately ask, "Would you like more? There's plenty left in the pot."

Yuzhen ate two bowls of rice and finished all the dishes. He hadn't eaten so much and felt so satisfied in a long time.

After finishing their meal, Yuuma wanted to clear the dishes, but Ayako stopped him.

"I'll wash it," she said. "You go and rest."

"No, no..." Yuma said hurriedly, "You've already cooked for me, how can I let you wash the dishes too..."

“It’s okay,” Ayako said firmly. “Go take a shower. You’ve been working hard all day. A shower will make you feel much better.”

She pushed Yuzhen towards the bathroom, took out clean towels and bath towels from the cabinet, and handed them to him.

“Go ahead,” she said. “I’ll take care of the dishes.”

Looking into Ayako's gentle yet firm eyes, Yuma knew he couldn't refuse.

"Then... then I'll trouble you..." he said softly.

"No trouble at all," Ayako smiled. "Go on."

Yuma entered the bathroom and closed the door. He took off his clothes, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over his body.

The warm water washed away her fatigue and sweat. Yuzhen closed her eyes, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

But just then, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Yuzhen was startled and hurriedly turned around, covering her private parts with her hands.

Ayako stood in the doorway, wrapped only in a large, white bath towel. The towel stretched from her chest to mid-thigh, revealing her fair shoulders, collarbone, and long, slender legs. Her hair was disheveled, draped wetly over her shoulders, the ends still dripping water.

She wore a gentle smile, but there was a deeper meaning in her eyes that Yuzhen couldn't understand.

"A-Auntie..." Yuzhen stammered, her face instantly turning bright red, "You-how could you..."

“I’ll help you take a bath,” Ayako said, her voice calm, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. “You probably can’t clean your back by yourself.”

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. The bathroom wasn't large, and it felt cramped with two people standing inside. Steam filled the air, and the mirror fogged up.

“Turn around,” Ayako said, her voice gentle but firm.

Yuuma stiffly turned around, his back to her. He could feel Ayako approaching, feel her warm breath, smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on the towel, and the unique fragrance of a mature woman emanating from her body.

Ayako picked up the shower gel, squeezed it into her hand, and began to apply it to Yuuma's back. Her palms were soft and warm as she gently and carefully rubbed Yuuma's back.

“Your back is very strong,” Ayako said softly, her fingers slowly sliding down Yuuma’s spine. “Do you exercise regularly?”

"N-nothing..." Yuzhen whispered, her body stiff as a stone.

“That’s probably because he’s young.” Ayako smiled, her fingers continuing to move across Yuuma’s back, kneading every muscle. “It’s so good to be young, your body is so full of energy.”

Her hands slid from her back to her shoulders, kneading the muscles. Then they slid down her arms, from her shoulders to her wrists, leaving no part untouched. Her movements were professional, like a massage, but the touch... was too intimate, too much.

Yuuma could feel his heart beating faster and faster, and his breathing becoming more and more rapid. To make matters worse, his penis began to slowly become erect under the stimulation of the hot water and Ayako's touch.

He tried to bend over to cover it up, but Ayako's hand pressed against his waist.

"Don't move," she said. "You're not finished washing yet."

Her hand slid from his arm to his chest and began to wash his breasts. Her fingers gently circled, pressed, and kneaded Yu-chan's nipples. The stimulation made Yu-chan moan involuntarily.

"ah……"

"What's wrong?" Ayako asked, her voice tinged with amusement. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no..." Yuma whispered, her face turning even redder.

Ayako's hand continued downwards, sliding down to his abdomen. Her fingers gently pressed on Yuuma's abs, feeling the contours of the muscles. Then she continued downwards, to his lower abdomen, to…

Yuma hurriedly grabbed her hand.

"Auntie...this...I can do it myself..."

“It’s alright,” Ayako said, her voice still gentle, but her hands didn’t stop. “Boys need to clean this place too.”

Her hand broke free from Yuzhen's hand and grasped his fully erect penis.

Yuma shuddered.

Ayako's hands were soft and warm as she held his penis and began to gently stroke it. Her movements were practiced; she carefully cleaned and caressed every part, from the base to the glans.

“Look…” Ayako said softly, her lips almost touching Yuuma’s ear, “Here… it’s already so energetic.”

Her fingers circled the glans penis, pressing against the urethral opening. Pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening, mixing with the foam from the shower gel to form a white, viscous liquid.

“This is a normal physiological phenomenon for boys,” Ayako said, her voice calm, as if explaining some scientific knowledge. “Don’t be shy, don’t suppress it. It’s healthy, it’s normal.”

Her hand continued to stroke, the movements becoming faster and stronger. Yuu could feel the pleasure building up, rising, and approaching its climax.

"Ah... Auntie... No..." He gasped, trying to push Ayako's hand away, but his body involuntarily responded to her movements.

“It’s okay…” Ayako said, wrapping her other arm around Yuuma from behind, pressing her palm against his lower abdomen, pulling him tightly against her body. “Release it…it’s okay…”

Her bath towel came undone from the friction, and Yuu could feel her bare breasts pressed against his back. The breasts were soft and full, and the nipples pressed against his back, causing a slight stinging sensation.

"Ah...I'm...I'm going to come..." Yuma said, trembling.

Ayako quickened her pace. A few seconds later, Yuuma's waist convulsed violently, and spurts of semen shot out. The white semen sprayed onto the bathroom's tiled wall, mixing with the water and slowly flowing down.

The ejaculation lasted a long time. When the last drop of semen was released, Yuuma went limp and leaned against Ayako, panting.

Ayako released her grip and used the showerhead to rinse the semen off the wall. The cloudy liquid slowly disappeared under the flow of water, but some traces remained, leaving faint yellow spots on the white tiles.

“Okay,” Ayako said, her voice still gentle. “Now… let me help you wash it thoroughly.”

She made Yuuma turn around and face her. The bath towel had completely slipped off, and Ayako's naked body was fully exposed in front of Yuuma.

She had a great figure—full and firm breasts with pale pink areolas and erect nipples; a slender waist and flat stomach; full hips and long thighs. Her pubic area was clean, with neatly trimmed pubic hair in a heart shape.

Yuuma's face turned even redder. He tried to look away, but Ayako cupped his face in her hands.

“Look at me,” she said softly. “Don’t be shy. It’s a natural thing.”

She knelt down.

Black pantyhose? No, she wasn't wearing any. Her legs were completely bare, her knees directly on the damp bathroom floor. There was puddles, foam, and water stains left from rinsing off the semen. Her knees were sinking into the dirty water, but she didn't care.

She looked up at Yuzhen, then opened her mouth and took his still semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, into her mouth.

Warm, moist, and firm.

Yuuma gasped. He leaned against the wall, unsure what to do with his hands.

Ayako began to swallow and spit. Her technique was excellent; her tongue deftly licked every sensitive spot on the glans, her lips tightly enveloped the shaft, and her throat contracted rhythmically. She could taste the residual semen—salty, fishy, ​​mixed with the scent of shower gel.

"Mmm..." she hummed contentedly, swallowing and spitting even more vigorously.

Soon, Yuzhen's penis became fully erect again in her mouth. This time, she didn't use her hands, but only her mouth, to bring him to a second orgasm.

The semen shot deep into her throat. She swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, swallowing all the semen. Then she spat out the penis, licking the glans clean with her tongue, cleaning up the last few drops of semen.

“Okay.” She stood up and rinsed both of them with the showerhead. “Now…it’s really clean.”

She helped Yuzhen dry off, wrapped him in a towel, and then dried herself off as well, wrapping herself in a towel again.

"I'm going out now," she said. "Come out when you're dressed."

She walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Yuzhen stood in the bathroom, looking at her flushed face in the mirror, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

What just happened?

Aunt Ayako... helped him take a bath... gave him handjobs... gave him oral sex...

This...this isn't right...

But why... did he not refuse... but instead... enjoy it?

He shook his head, dried himself off, put on his pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom.

There was no one in the living room, and no one in the kitchen. The dishes were washed and neatly placed on the drainer. The whole house was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock.

Yuuma walked towards his bedroom. He pushed open the door, then froze.

Ayako sat on his bed.

No, not sitting, but lying down.

She lay on her side on the bed, wearing a set of black lingerie—a lace bra that barely covered her nipples, leaving her cleavage completely exposed; matching panties were thongs, just a narrow strip of fabric; and over them was a black, transparent gauze nightgown, the straps of which were loosely tied, revealing large areas of skin.

But what's most striking is her legs—those long, beautiful legs are now encased in a brand new pair of black pantyhose. The pantyhose are very thin and sheer, allowing a clear view of the skin beneath.

The crotch area of ​​the pantyhose was a thicker, darker design, but that dark area was now slightly damp—it was from when she had knelt on the wet floor in the bathroom; water from the floor had seeped through the thin nylon fibers, forming dark water stains in the crotch area. There were also slight stains at the knees, left by foam and dust from the bathroom floor, forming faint gray spots on the black nylon.

She was wearing a pair of black stilettos with very high, thin heels and polished surfaces. But the soles were covered in tiny specks of dirt—perhaps residue from the bathroom, or dust from walking earlier.

Ayako lay on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other gently patting the bed beside her. A gentle smile graced her face, but her eyes held a seductive glint.

“Yuzhen-kun,” she said softly, her voice as sweet as honey, “come here.”

Yuuma stood in the doorway, his body stiff. His brain was screaming, "No! This isn't right! Get out of here!" but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

He could see every detail of Ayako's body—the nipples faintly visible under the lace bra, the thin straps of her thong digging into her buttocks, her fair skin under the sheer nightgown, her long, slender legs encased in black pantyhose, and the slender heels of her high heels.

And... those tiny specks of dirt on her body.

Her hair wasn't completely dry; water droplets were still dripping from the ends, leaving dark dots on the sheets. There were white foam remnants on her shoulders—shower gel that hadn't been rinsed off completely. On her knees, the nylon fibers of her black pantyhose had formed tiny fuzz balls from kneeling on the damp bathroom floor; these fuzz balls, covered in dust, gleamed unnaturally under the light.

The most obvious sign was at the corner of her mouth—there was a trace of clear liquid there, left by the dried saliva from the oral sex earlier. Furthermore, Yuuma noticed a small, curly pubic hair stuck to the corner of her mouth. It was one of his own pubic hairs, which had fallen off during the intense oral sex and stuck to her mouth.

Ayako seemed to notice Yuuma's gaze. She stuck out her tongue, licked the corner of her mouth, tucked the pubic hair into her mouth, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed it.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice still gentle. "Aren't you coming over?"

"A-Auntie..." Yuzhen stammered, "You...you are..."

“I’m taking care of you.” Ayako smiled, sitting up as the neckline of her sheer nightgown opened, revealing a large expanse of her chest. “You must be lonely living alone, right? You must… need someone to keep you company, right?”

She patted the bed next to her.

"Come here, let Auntie hold you. Just like...a mother holding a child."

Yuuma's throat tightened. He looked at Ayako, at her gentle face, at her alluring eyes, at her mature and sexy body.

Then he walked over.

Every step was heavy, yet he couldn't stop. He walked to the bed and sat down. The mattress sagged under his weight, and Ayako leaned against him, their thighs touching.

Ayako reached out and gently stroked Yuuma's cheek. Her fingers were soft and warm, carrying a faint scent of shower gel.

"Good boy," she said softly, "such a good boy."

She looked up at Yuuma.

"Mommy will feed you milk, okay?" she said, her voice filled with obvious enticement.

She unhooked her bra. The black lace bra slipped down, completely exposing a pair of full breasts to Yuzhen. Her breasts were white and firm, with pale pink areolas and erect nipples, like two ripe cherries.

She cupped one breast in her hand and brought it to Yuzhen's lips.

“Come on…” she said, “Mommy’s milk… is so sweet.”

Yuuma stared at the breasts before him, at the pink nipples, his mind a jumble of thoughts. But his body reacted before his reason could act—he opened his mouth and took the nipple into his mouth.

Warm, soft, with a faint milky scent.

Ayako let out a satisfied sigh. She ran her fingers through Yuuma's hair, gently pressing his head to make his mouth hold her breast tighter.

“Yes…that’s it…” she gasped, “Suck…suck hard…Mommy’s milk…it’s all yours…”

Yuuma instinctively sucked. His tongue licked the nipple, his teeth gently nibbled, and his lips tightly enveloped it. He could feel the nipple hardening in his mouth, and he could feel Ayako's body trembling slightly.

"Ah...good boy..." Ayako gasped, her other hand beginning to caress her other breast, her fingers kneading the flesh and pressing the nipple. "Mommy's milk...does it taste good?"

"Mmm..." Yuma mumbled a response and continued sucking.

Ayako's body grew hotter and hotter, her breathing more and more rapid. Her hands slid from her breasts to Yuuma's back, stroking his back, his waist, and his hips.

"Mommy...it feels so good..." she gasped. "Yuzhen...Mommy's good child..."

She suddenly pushed Yuuma's head away, stopping him from sucking. Yuuma looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion.

Her other hand slid down to Yuzhen's chest and began to unbutton his pajamas. One, two, three... Soon, the pajamas were completely open, revealing Yuzhen's slightly thin chest.

Ayako's fingers gently traced across Yuuma's chest, from his collarbone to his pectoral muscles, and then to his lower abdomen. Her movements were soft and slow, as if she were caressing some precious treasure.

“Your body…is so beautiful,” she whispered. “Young, vibrant, and full of life.”

Her fingers rested on Yuzhen's lower abdomen and pressed gently.

“This place…” she said, “is the source of life.”

Her hand continued downwards, sliding to the waistband of Yuzhen's pajama pants. Her fingers hooked around the waistband, and she slowly pulled it down.

Yuuma did not resist. He closed his eyes and let Ayako take off his pajama bottoms and his underwear. His penis became erect again, standing straight up, with clear pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans.

Ayako smiled. It was a satisfied, smug smile.

She leaned down, her face close to Yuzhen's penis. Her breath sprayed onto the sensitive glans, bringing a tingling sensation.

“Look…” she said softly, “it’s energetic again.”

She didn't immediately take it in her mouth, but instead stuck out her tongue and gently licked the glans. Her tongue was soft, wet, and hot, swirling around the glans and pressing against the urethral opening.

"Mmm..." Yuma couldn't help but groan.

Ayako looked up at him, her eyes unfocused.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "Do you like it when your aunt treats you like this?"

Yuma didn't speak, but his body gave the answer—his penis swelled up even more in her hand.

Ayako laughed. She leaned down again, this time not with her mouth, but with her breasts.

She unhooked her lace bra, and her full breasts sprang out. Her areolas were pale pink, and her nipples were erect, like two ripe cherries. Her breasts were large and soft, with fair and full flesh.

She cupped her breasts with her hands, trapping Yuzhen's penis between them. The soft, warm flesh of her breasts enveloped his penis, creating a strong sense of pressure.

"Ah..." Yuma gasped for breath.

Ayako began moving her body up and down, rubbing her cleavage against Yuuma's penis. Her movements were slow and forceful, each rub causing the penis to sink deeper into her breasts. The breasts deformed with the friction, and her nipples brushed against the side of the penis, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

Soon, her cleavage was covered in pre-treatment fluid. The clear liquid glistened under the light against her fair skin. Ayako's nipples became even harder from the friction, and her areolas turned a faint red.

"Does it feel good?" Ayako asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushed. "Auntie's breasts... do they feel good?"

"So...comfortable..." Yuma whispered.

“Then… call me Mom,” Ayako said, her voice soft but clear. “Calling me Mom… will make you feel more comfortable.”

Yuuma was stunned. He opened his eyes and looked at Ayako.

Ayako's gaze was gentle, yet resolute. Her breasts continued to move up and down, rubbing against his penis and bringing him sustained pleasure.

"Call me..." she urged softly, "Call me Mommy... Mommy loves you... Mommy loves you..."

Yuuma's lips trembled. He looked at Ayako's gentle face, at her maternal eyes, at her full breasts, at the tiny stains on her body—saliva marks at the corners of her mouth, foam residue on her shoulders, stains on her pantyhose.

Then he spoke.

"Mom...Mom..."

The voice was very soft and indistinct, but Ayako heard it. Her eyes lit up, and her smile became even brighter.

“Good boy…” she said, “You are such a good boy to your mother…”

She quickened her movements, rubbing her cleavage together faster and harder. Yuu could feel the pleasure building and intensifying.

"Ah... Mom... I'm... I'm going to go..." he gasped.

“Go…” Ayako said gently, “shoot it inside Mom’s breasts…”

A few seconds later, Yuuma's waist convulsed violently, and spurts of semen shot out. The white semen sprayed into Ayako's cleavage, smeared on her fair breasts, and some even splashed onto her neck and chin.

The ejaculation lasted a long time. When the last drop of semen was released, Yuma went limp and collapsed onto the bed, panting.

Ayako sat up, looking at the mess on her chest. Semen was smeared on her breasts, some of it having already trickled down to her lower abdomen, leaving sticky marks on her fair skin. Semen was also smeared on her chin and neck, the cloudy liquid slowly dripping down.

But instead of cleaning it off immediately, she smeared some of the semen on her breast with her finger and put it in her mouth.

"Mmm..." she hummed contentedly, "You taste... really good."

She applied a little more and held it to Yuzhen's lips.

“Here, have a taste,” she said. “It tastes like yourself.”

Yuuma looked at the finger covered in semen, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth. Ayako put the finger in his mouth, and he licked the semen on it—salty, fishy, ​​with a faint sweetness.

"Is it good?" Ayako asked.

Yuuma nodded. His face was flushed, but his eyes were no longer confused; instead, they were filled with... a sense of acceptance.

Ayako smiled. She leaned down and began kissing Yuuma's body. From his lips to his neck, from his chest to his lower abdomen, she kissed every part of him. Her kisses were gentle and careful, as if she were savoring something delicious.

Then she took Yuuma's penis into her mouth again. This time, she didn't use her hands or her breasts, but only her mouth, and he became erect again.

Once her penis was fully erect, Ayako climbed onto the bed and straddled Yuuma. She lifted the hem of her sheer nightgown, revealing her buttocks encased in black pantyhose. The crotch of the pantyhose was completely soaked, dark stains spreading down to her inner thighs.

She held Yuuma's penis with her hand, aligned it with her genitals, and then slowly sat down.

"Ah..." they both groaned at the same time.

The penis entered her vagina. It was tight, hot, and wet. Ayako's vaginal walls gripped the penis tightly, and every slight movement brought intense friction.

She began to move her body up and down, allowing the penis to slide in and out of her vagina. Her movements were slow and forceful, each time she sat down, the penis penetrated deeper.

"Ah... Yuma... so deep..." she gasped, her voice trembling with tears, "Mommy's... pussy... is filled... by your cock..."

Her hands rested on Yuuma's chest, her body rising and falling. Her thighs, encased in black pantyhose, taut with effort, the muscle lines beneath the nylon fibers clearly visible. The heels of her high heels sank into the sheets, leaving tiny dents in the fabric.

Yuma could feel the tightness and warmth of the vaginal walls, the weight of Ayako's body, the swaying of her breasts, and the mixed scents on her body—the fragrance of shower gel, the fishy smell of semen, the sour smell of sweat, and the sweet fishy smell of vaginal secretions.

"Ah... Mom... It feels so good..." Yuma gasped, grabbing Ayako's buttocks with both hands.

Ayako's buttocks were full and firm. The nylon fibers of the black pantyhose deformed in his palm, and he could feel the warmth and softness of the skin beneath them.

“Call me Mom…” Ayako gasped, “Call me… Mom again…”

"Mom...Mom..." Yuzhen called out again and again, her voice growing louder and clearer.

Ayako's movements grew faster and more forceful. Her body heaved up and down, her breasts swayed violently, and her nipples traced alluring arcs in the air. Sweat streamed down her forehead, dripping onto Yuuma's chest and mingling with his semen.

"Ah...I'm going...Mommy's going..." Ayako said, trembling, her body tense and her back arched, "Going with Mommy...going together..."

Her vagina contracted violently, and a warm liquid gushed from deep within—it was orgasm fluid, mixed with the previous semen and vaginal fluid, overflowing from the point of union, flowing down her thighs, leaving dark water stains on her black pantyhose.

The stimulation of the climax brought Yuuma to his limit. His waist convulsed violently, and his semen shot into Ayako's vagina in spurts.

The ejaculation lasted a long time. When the last drop of semen was released, both of them were limp and collapsed on the bed, panting.

Ayako lay on top of Yuuma, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her body was still trembling slightly, and her vagina was still contracting rhythmically, as if squeezing out the last bit of semen.

It took them quite a while to calm down.

Ayako looked up at Yuuma. Her face was covered in sweat, her hair was stuck to her cheeks, and there was a mixture of semen and saliva on the corner of her mouth.

But her eyes were bright and clear.

“Yuuma,” she whispered, “now…you belong to me completely.”

Yu-chan looked at her without speaking. But his eyes had already given the answer—yes, he belonged to her. Completely, utterly, irrevocably.

Ayako smiled. It was a satisfied, smug, and possessive smile.

Then she leaned down and began to kiss Yuzhen's lips. The kiss was deep and intense, carrying the taste of semen and saliva.

But when the kiss reached its deepest point, something unexpected happened.

A strange sound came from Ayako's throat—not a human groan, but a viscous, wet sound. Her mouth was wide open, and grayish-white tissue gushed out.

The tissue gushed from her mouth, covering her tongue, teeth, palate, and even overflowing from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. At the same time, slender, silvery-gray, translucent tentacles—covered in mucus—emerged from her ears, swaying with the trembling of her body.

A large amount of clear, sticky fluid seeped from her mouth, nose, and ears, dripping onto Yuzhen's chest and mixing with sweat and semen to form a pool of viscous liquid.

This is Stardust's true form—it briefly manifested when control became unstable again at the peak of sexual climax.

“Yu…Makoto…” Stardust’s voice came from the grayish-white tissue, muffled but still recognizable, “I’m…sorry…I…lost control again…”

Her body was still convulsing, and more grayish-white tissue gushed from her mouth. Her tentacles extended further from her ears, flailing limply in the air.

"I...will...adjust..." she said haltingly, "I...won't...do...this again..."

As she spoke, the grayish-white tissue began to slowly retract into her mouth. The tentacles also retracted into her ears. The oozing mucus gradually decreased.

About a minute later, Stardust's body stopped convulsing. She lay on top of Yuuma, panting, the strange sensations completely gone. Only the sticky fluid dripping onto Yuuma's chest proved that what had just happened was not a hallucination.

She looked up at Yuuma with a mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice returning to normal, “I always have trouble controlling myself when I orgasm.”

Yuuma looked at her, at the face that belonged to Ayako Suzuki, but her eyes held the gaze of Stardust. He finally understood—from the very beginning, this was Stardust. Stardust had impersonated Aunt Ayako, using Ayako's identity to approach him, care for him, seduce him, and possess him.

"You..." he began, but didn't know what to say.

"What about me?" Stardust laughed, a sly smile. "I'm just taking care of you. In the way you need it most."

Her hand slid down to Yuzhen's lower abdomen and grasped his penis, which had just ejaculated but was now semi-erect again.

“Look,” she said, gently stroking it with her fingers, “it’s lively again. It seems… you really enjoy ‘Mom’s’ care.”

Yuma didn't speak. His penis slowly became fully erect in her hand.

Stardust smiled. She rolled over and straddled Yuuma again. Semen still lingered in her vagina, the cloudy liquid slowly flowing from their point of contact, sliding down her thighs and leaving new marks on her black pantyhose.

“Then let’s continue,” she said, her voice full of temptation, “This time… let ‘Mom’ pamper you properly.”

She held onto Yuuma's penis and sat down again. His penis entered the still moist, warm vagina, penetrating deep inside, still containing traces of semen.

"Ah..." Stardust sighed contentedly, "It's so good... your scent... it's still inside..."

She began to move her body, allowing the penis to slide in and out of her vagina. Each thrust brought out some semen, the cloudy white fluid smearing onto their joined bodies, onto her thighs, and onto the sheets.

Yuzhen looked at her, at that gentle face, at that mature body, at those maternal eyes.

Then he reached out and hugged her.

“Mom…” he said softly.

Stardust smiled. The smile was gentle, content, and…smug.

“Yes,” she said, “Mommy is here. Mommy will always be with you. Forever.”

She quickened her pace, her body rising and falling, her breasts swaying, and sweat splashing everywhere.

Outside the window, the night was deepening.

Inside the room, the sounds of panting, groaning, and the clattering of flesh continued for a very long time.

Until late at night, until dawn.

Until...forever.