It had been six agonizing months since I'd last touched my wife, Aiko. Our marriage, once passionate, had cooled into a routine of polite distance. Work stress, her late nights, my exhaustion—it all piled up until intimacy felt like a distant memory. Every day was torture, my body aching with unspent desire, my mind wandering to darker, forbidden places just to find relief.
Then Mom arrived from the countryside. She'd taken the long train ride to visit us in the city, her familiar smile lighting up our modest home the moment she stepped through the door. At 52, my mother, Keiko, was still a vision—her skin tanned from years tending the family farm, her figure curvaceous in ways that time had only enhanced. Her dark hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she wore a loose yukata that hinted at the fullness beneath.
"Kenji, my boy! You've grown so handsome," she beamed, pulling me into a warm hug. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I felt a forbidden spark ignite in me. Aiko, ever the gracious hostess, insisted Mom relax after her journey.
"You must be exhausted, Keiko-san. Why don't you take a bath? It'll wash away all that travel dust," Aiko said with a smile, leading her to our home's traditional ofuro.
I tried to busy myself in the living room, but curiosity—or something deeper—drew me toward the bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, steam wafting out like an invitation. I shouldn't have looked. But I did.
There, in the dim light, was my mother, naked and glorious. She had slipped out of her yukata, her back to me as she poured hot water over her shoulders. Her skin glistened, smooth and inviting, with a healthy glow that made my mouth go dry. And her breasts—God, they were massive, heavy and full, swaying gently as she moved. Nipples dark and pert, begging for attention. Her hips curved into a soft, rounded ass, and between her thighs, a neat patch of dark hair framed her most intimate place.
My cock hardened instantly, straining against my pants. I hadn't felt this rush in months. She was my mother, but in that moment, she was a woman—ripe, sensual, utterly captivating. I backed away quietly, heart pounding, before she noticed.
Dinner was torture. Mom chatted animatedly about the farm, her laughter filling the house, while I stole glances at the way her yukata hugged her ample chest. Aiko seemed oblivious, retiring early with a headache. That left me alone with my thoughts—and my raging erection.
Later that night, as Aiko slept beside me, I couldn't hold back. My hand slipped under the covers, stroking myself furiously to the image of Mom's naked body. Those big, glossy breasts... the way water had trailed down her curves. I needed release, needed her.
Desperate, I rolled toward Aiko, my hand gently caressing her thigh. "Honey," I whispered, kissing her neck. "It's been so long. Please..."
She stirred, murmuring sleepily, "Not tonight, Kenji. I'm tired." And just like that, she turned away, leaving me throbbing and frustrated.
I lay there for what felt like hours, my mind a whirlwind of guilt and lust. Mom was just down the hall, in the guest room. Her door was closed, but not locked. The house was silent.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Slipping out of bed, I padded barefoot through the dark hallway, my yukata tenting obscenely from my arousal. My heart thundered as I eased her door open.
Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating her form on the futon. She lay on her side, the thin summer blanket kicked aside in the heat, her night yukata parted just enough to reveal one massive breast spilling free—nipple hard from the cool air. Her legs were slightly spread, the fabric riding up to expose the soft mound of her pussy, lips plump and inviting.
"Mom..." I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. I knelt beside her, my hand trembling as I reached out.
Her eyes fluttered open, surprise flickering across her face. "Kenji? What are you—oh..."
But she didn't pull away. Instead, her gaze dropped to the bulge in my yukata, then back to my eyes. There was understanding there, a spark of something forbidden.
"I've missed you so much, Mom," I breathed, leaning in. "Seeing you today... in the bath... you're so beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop me as I gently tugged her yukata open. Her breasts tumbled free, heavy and perfect, nipples erect and begging. I cupped one, groaning at the soft, warm weight in my palm. So much fuller than Aiko's, so yielding.
"Kenji... this is wrong," she murmured, but her voice was breathy, her body arching slightly into my touch.
"I don't care," I said, lowering my mouth to her nipple. I sucked greedily, tongue swirling around the hard peak as she gasped. Her hand came to my head, not pushing away, but tangling in my hair—encouraging.
Emboldened, I kissed lower, trailing my lips down her belly to the heat between her thighs. She was already wet, her scent musky and intoxicating. I parted her legs wider, burying my face in her pussy, lapping at her folds like a man starved.
"Oh, God... Kenji!" she moaned softly, hips bucking as my tongue found her clit. She tasted sweet, forbidden, her juices coating my chin as I devoured her. Her big breasts heaved with each breath, and I reached up to knead them, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
I couldn't wait any longer. Rising up, I shed my yukata, my cock springing free—thick, veined, and dripping with precum. Mom's eyes widened, then softened with lust as she spread her legs wider.
"Come here, my sweet boy," she whispered, guiding me to her entrance.
I thrust in slowly, inch by inch, her pussy hot and velvety tight around me. She was soaked, enveloping me completely. "Mom... you feel incredible," I groaned, bottoming out as her walls clenched.
We moved together in the moonlight, her massive breasts bouncing with each deep stroke. I fucked her steadily, passionately—missionary style, face to face, our eyes locked. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Harder, Kenji... give Mommy what she needs," she panted, her nails digging into my back.
I pounded into her, the wet sounds of our joining filling the room. Her pussy milked me, so warm and welcoming after months of denial. I kissed her deeply, tongues dancing as I felt her climax building.
"I'm cumming... oh, yes!" she cried softly, her body shuddering, pussy spasming around my cock.
That pushed me over the edge. With a guttural moan, I buried myself deep and exploded, flooding her with hot spurts of cum—marking her as mine in the most taboo way.
We collapsed together, panting, her breasts pressed against my chest. "This is our secret," she whispered, kissing my forehead.
But as I slipped back to my room before dawn, I knew this was only the beginning. Mom's body had awakened something insatiable in me... and I craved more.