Kyoko Tsumugi
Her son's changes were simply incredible... but at the same time, anxiety never ceased to gnaw at her heart. After all, any mother would be worried about her child altering his very nature...
With Kotobuki, it was much simpler; she had only grown a thin, long cat tail and ears, along with perhaps some feline instincts, judging by the looks she kept shooting toward her brother as he embraced Saeko and Saya. They were all standing to the side, watching as people boarded the ferry via the ramp.
But with Isao? Isao's changes were far more extensive—much more than what Kotobuki had undergone.
Scales all over his body, horns, wings, and a tail... even his eyes had changed, and his hair had returned to his own color.
Thinking of his hair, she took a lock of her own and looked at it. Hidden beneath the blonde dye, she could see the faint dark roots. Yes... she wouldn't be able to dye her hair every month anymore, and her own locks would return to their natural color sooner or later.
It wasn't that Kotobuki would be offended by it; it was just slightly unusual, as she had been dyeing her hair a dark, wheaten blonde for about five or six years now. And now...? With the world in a state of absolute Chaos, where the most important thing to procure was any kind of food? She couldn't indulge herself by asking Isao to get her hair dye... not to mention that...
She blushed, watching Isao's hand resting at the waist of one of his girls, pulling her tightly against him.
She... she would find it much more pleasant to see her own dark hair next to his, and to engage in s-sex.
Her hand trembled slightly, and she felt herself becoming aroused. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut, trying to imagine cute things!
Little puppies, kittens, and... beautiful flowers—anything but Isao!
After a few seconds, she managed to calm her wildly beating heart, and the heat that was slowly accumulating low in her belly began to dissipate, though it promised to return with much greater force at the most inopportune moment.
It was... whatever Isao might say about her, she knew herself better... what a pathetic person she was. The amount of pressure she had placed on her own son, without even realizing it, was disgusting.
After all, from the very day he started drawing, he had been trying to help her—no, not trying, he was helping her.
He helped her with everything, from simply making breakfast to managing finances... and instead of telling him not to interfere because she was the adult who should handle it, she had listened to him. When he began talking about what the "correct" course of action was, she would spend entire nights thinking it over, eventually realizing he was right. She began to rely on him, asking for his guidance.
And so... she hadn't even noticed how her little son had turned into a tall, strong teenager. She remembered, with embarrassment, the time she had gotten so sick...
The illness wasn't too serious, but the way she had endured it was. The hospital said a week or two of bed rest should be enough, so not wanting to waste money on a hospital room, she decided to spend those two weeks at home under her son's care...
Perhaps that was when her infatuation with her own flesh and blood began...
She remembered being bedridden while her son slept next to her, holding her. Because of the aching in her body, she couldn't sleep... and that was the first time she felt arousal because of her son.
For the first few days, she lay there in just her underwear because she felt so hot. Isao, sleeping on the other side of the bed, would sleepily pat the area next to him, searching for her—since she would sometimes get up to go to the bathroom or get water without telling him, even when it hurt, which often annoyed him. Finding her gone, his sleepy mind would crawl under her blanket, tossing his own aside, and he would hug her tightly, pressing her back against his chest... Honestly, she didn't know where he got the habit of sleeping in just his boxers, but... well, she was grateful for it.
She still remembered how his cold, strong arms—cold compared to her own feverish body—wrapped around her, pulling her close.
He was... cold. His strong body pressed against her, and she, not being in her right mind—having not felt a man's touch for about a decade—became aroused just by the simple fact that her son's young, strong body was pressing against her.
Her already overheated body became even hotter, and it seemed to ignite her son's natural urges, because the way his massive meat-stick pressed against her was an absolute impossibility!
Feeling his member through his boxers pressing into her lower back, she froze. She couldn't move, fearing that her son would wake up and find his pathetic mother in wet white panties, through the thin, damp fabric of which one could see the very opening he had been born from.
I-it... it was so humiliating! She lay there for over half an hour until he finally let go, allowing her to get up on her weak, aching legs and quietly go to the bathroom.
She didn't want to describe what happened there, as it was too sinful and at the same time brought her an incredible amount of pleasure.
When she came out of the bathroom with washed hands but still-damp panties, she met sleepy Isao, who stood in front of her with furrowed brows. He scolded her like a little girl for leaving without him. If he hadn't fallen out of bed on her side, he wouldn't even have known she'd left... then he easily picked her up and carried her back to bed.
She remembered her heart beating like a madman as she looked at her son's incredibly attractive face—a face she herself had brought into the world—and with a sense of pride, she simply pressed against him and fell asleep in his arms.
A few days later, when a slight scent began to emanate from her due to the sweat and... other fluids that had started appearing after the last time he'd aroused her, and the fact that she hadn't showered, Isao simply filled the bathtub and got in with her.
His large palms, which first sat her on the washing machine to make it easier, and then his impassive face as he removed her now-black panties and bra...
She remembered trying to maintain the same impassive expression he did. She succeeded with mixed results, at least until he removed his own boxers and picked her up to put her in the shower.
His long fingers and strong hands, lathered in lemon-scented soap, were incredible... She still shivered every time she remembered his hands thoroughly soaping her entire body, including her moderately large breasts and her... f-front part... she prayed to anyone who would listen that he wouldn't notice her body heating up and the physical reaction he had triggered... but hoping for that was damn near impossible. She realized that when he froze for a few seconds while soaping her there, going instantly silent, s-stopping his chatter... but... she blushed remembering how he continued as if nothing had happened, finishing his work and rinsing all the soap off her.
S-she... she was red from her neck to her ears. Glancing at Isao, she remembered his cute ears being flushed, while his face maintained its "dead man" expression, which made her sick mind pout with resentment...
God, what a girlfailure she was back then... every voice of reason in her mind had disappeared during those few weeks she was sick... so when they ended up in the bath, her back to his chest, and his semi-hard cock resting near her lower back...
For the first few minutes, she did nothing but press against him with a smile, though she was slightly offended that he didn't show much reaction to the fact that he'd aroused a beautiful woman like her. Then, when he least expected it, she moved forward and up, placing his member right between her lower cheeks, causing him to cry out quietly—the first time he'd broken the silence that had persisted since he'd aroused her.
She remembered his trembling voice asking, "Mom?" which only excited her more. She began to move... her sick mind believed that if there was no penetration, it wasn't sex, and... in short, she came herself and helped her own son cum with his cock between her cheeks.
It was terrible, it was disgusting... what she had done was unforgivable, but... b-but... at the same time, it was so incredibly exciting, so much so that she nearly choked on her own saliva, seeing stars in her darkened vision.
Unfortunately for her conscience and guilt... that wasn't the only time sick-her had done it. The atmosphere between them after the first time was just... different.
She liked being dependent on him. She found it incredibly enjoyable how he took care of her like... like his wife... feeding her when needed, watching movies with her when she was bored, giving her medicine, bathing her, and everything else... so she... she provoked him into doing it dozens more times.
The "no penetration" rule remained, as that would be incestuous sex... but everything else...?
She remembered his big dick rubbing between her thighs in dangerous proximity to her pussy, she remembered letting him fuck her sweaty armpit, she remembered jerking him off a dozen times, and making him masturbate her too, teaching him how to give her pleasure in the best way... she remembered waking up in the middle of the night from arousal and... and... simply rolling him onto his back, jerking him off a few times until he was slightly hard, and rubbing against his member with her outer lips...
There were no kisses, no penetration... but she thought that if there had been, it would have been less depraved, as they were unable to get pleasure in a simpler way and had to resort to such bizarre methods that it was comical.
His teeth on her breasts, his fingers on her thirsty vagina, her delicate fingers on his rough, animalistic cock, the way he squeezed her in his arms while they were both naked... all of this... it brought her incredible pleasure.
And then she recovered... and then she nearly hit the bottle.
With a healthier body, she was able to regain a healthier mind, which, while processing those memories—though still becoming aroused—understood the abyss they were falling into, and in the middle of the flight, they literally stopped.
That day, the conversation with Isao was difficult, at least for her... as every word about how it was wrong and depraved came out with difficulty... and Isao's gaze made it even harder—that confused look of his, not understanding what he had done wrong... that was how much she had corrupted her own son...
But he agreed, he understood her again, again feeling sorry for such a useless and pathetic fool as she was... and from that day on, they promised each other never to discuss it again, never to remember those weeks...
But now? After they had talked yesterday...?
She smiled slightly with guilt and arousal, blaming herself for such depravity, but at the same time, she was excited by the fact that her womb would be filled with such incredible, divine seed from her son.
His thick, incredibly sticky, and dense semen would fill her womb... and if he wanted, his rectum and mouth too... and she would allow him to do it, not once or twice, but as many times as he wanted!
D-damn... she was aroused again, and her thoughts had gone in a completely wrong direction!
She realized this when Isao began to walk toward her, Kotobuki, and Rin, pointing at the ferry. At the ramp, there were no longer a huge number of people, just a few dozen, half of whom were in black Takagi uniforms. Not far from them stood a dark-skinned woman with Rei-chan and Shizuka-san, looking toward them.
"Alright, Mom, we should start boarding the ferry too; we'll be moving in ten minutes!" He smiled at her, walking quite close, forcing her to look up because of the height difference.
"Hmm, okay, Isao-chan..." She smiled at him, causing him to blush slightly and quickly shift his gaze toward Rin, whom he instantly picked up.
"Let's go, Rin-chan, in a few hours we'll be on the island that will become our new home!" He said this triumphantly, making the little one giggle, and he headed toward the ramp, trying to hide his embarrassment, but...
"His long ears show that he's embarrassed, don't they?" She looked at her eldest daughter and saw a Cheshire-like, satisfied smile on her lips, and sighed.
"You're right... despite how hard he tries to seem tough for everyone else... for us, the people close to his heart, he will always remain tender." She smiled with affection and noticed Kotobuki starting to sniff the air, then looking at her with playfulness.
"You should fuck Ani when we get to the island, because I'm definitely going to." Saying this and leaving her mother slightly shocked, K-imoto walked forward, causing her to smile in her direction with a slightly sharp smirk.
This girl... who did she grow up to be such a tease?
She wouldn't leave that unanswered... as soon as they reached the island, in the evening, she would fuck her beloved...
She walked forward, not realizing that in just a few minutes of contemplation, her moral boundaries had been pushed much further than usual, and she didn't even know that the cause of this was yet another trait her son had acquired.