In a modern room adorned with art pieces of anime girls in questionable clothes hanging on the walls, an expensive gaming PC stood in one corner—the latest model, which would make any gamer drool over it.

The AC was on to cool down the temperature.

The windows were closed, and the curtains were spread wide to hide the lust overflowing in the room.

Right now, a young boy was lying on the bed with his legs spread slightly. On his thighs sat a MILF of around thirty years old, though nobody would guess her age looking at her soft and smooth skin like tofu, her dark hair flowing down to her waist, her K-cup breasts, and her busty, bubbly butt. She was the type of woman who ruled the dreams of countless men, fulfilling their lusty desires. A goddess admired and appreciated by all age groups. She belonged to that age group where just walking exuded a charm that gave a boner to any young man—forget young men; even older ones, whose dicks always pointed at the ground, would shoot up, pointing to the sky.

Now, that goddess was sucking the young man's dick with passion.

She first licked the top of his five-inch dick, which was leaking precum, then slowly guided her tongue along his shaft while the guy moaned loudly.

~nghhnn

~nhhhnm

The boy shivered from pleasure. Just feeling her soft and wet tongue over the bare tip of his cock was so stimulating that he thought he would cum, but he controlled himself, thinking of his dignity and manly pride. There were many things at stake. He couldn't destroy this moment. He had to man up.

She then guided her tongue along his shaft, slowly and deliberately, making sure he felt her hot breath, her wet tongue, and her love and care through his dick.

~nhhhhnn

She reached the end of his shaft, his pubic hair hitting her nose. Her nose inhaled the scent of his pubic hair. Though she felt disgusted, she held it in, as what she was doing right now was very important—very, very important. It would decide their future.

Feeling her hot breath on his pubic hair and her wet tongue trailing his shaft, he shivered and trembled, his chest heaving up and down.

He wanted to see her, to see her face. He was curious and excited about it, but he couldn't, as he knew that if he did, he would cum.

She then trailed her wet, soft, and warm tongue along the other side of his dick, reaching the end.

She planted her red cherry lips on the tip of his dick, giving him a sloppy kiss.

It was sensual for her. It was his life's first kiss—counting his lips too. So the first kiss he had ever gotten in his whole life was now on his dick.

~mghhm

He gritted his teeth but held it in.

He felt the blood rushing to his groin, making his mind feel free, as if he were being freed from the burdens of life and the world and sinking into the depths of pleasure.

She then gave him kisses all over his shaft, making sure he felt her lips and her care.

Finally feeling that it was enough warmup, she held the tip of his dick between her cherry lips, gave it a lick with her tongue, then slowly—very slowly—let it enter her mouth.

He felt a pleasure his usual fapping had never given him. It was to such an extent that he would say fapping paled 100% in comparison to the real thing.

She was taking it slowly to give him time to adjust to her rhythm.

She finally took half of his cock inside her mouth, then slowly licked his dick inside her hot mouth with her tongue, making it slippery. Then she slowly wrapped her snake-like tongue around his shaft, making sure he was enjoying it. She glanced at him and saw that he had his eyes closed. Seeing this, her mood soured, but she calmly said, "Open your eyes."

Since her mouth had a dick inside it, what she said came out in a muffled voice, making it even sexier.

His heart thumped. His body shivered. He was taking deeper breaths to calm his heart and control his manly instincts, but when she said "open your eyes"—though the voice was muffled—he was able to understand it easily. He wanted to tell her he couldn't open his eyes, but he was afraid of telling her the reason. He couldn't just say that he would cum just from seeing her face; it would destroy his manly pride and his aura. But now, with no good reason to deny it, he could only bite the bullet. Gritting his teeth and deciding that whatever happened, he would control himself—as it would decide his future—he had to do it for her, for him, for them.

He was determined, so he slowly opened his eyes. But the moment he watched her beautiful and hot face sucking his dick, she gave his dick a strong squeeze with her tongue, which was coiling around it, and he couldn't control himself. His eyes went wide. He clenched his fists and—

~spurrrrrrrlt

~nghhmmmmmm

~spurrrrrrrrrrrrrlt

A small amount of thin cum came from his dick, pouring directly into her mouth. She quickly spat it out onto the tissue paper she had just picked up from his bed—the one that was there because the boy had been jerking off before she came into his room.

The boy was heaving up and down, his thin body gleaming with sweat.

The woman stood up from his thighs.

He felt her weight lifting off his thighs, taking away the warmth her ass had provided. He felt regret.

The woman got off the bed, then came to his side and patted his head, saying, "That's how you do it. I know you've just gotten a new girlfriend, and you're excited about your new relationship. You want to explore that relationship, and I know you don't know much about it and don't have experience, but asking me—your stepmom—to do this for you… sigh…"

"This is the third time you've asked me, but this is the last time I'm doing this."

The boy, calming down slightly, said, "Sorry… Aunt… I… I… don't have any friends… I…"

"Okay, I understand, but… didn't you say you would call me Mommy if I helped you?" she said with a small sad smile.

"Haha… yes… Mo… mo… Mom."

"That's my boy," she said while patting his head with a loving smile playing on her lips. Then she kissed his forehead with her cherry-red lips.

Then she walked out of the room, swaying her butt.

But what she ignored was that just as she kissed his head, his still-deflated cock rose up again slightly—~spurrlt—and cummed a little before going back to sleep.

And what they both ignored was a pair of eyes and a phone's camera lens witnessing their immoral deeds.

Chapter 2

The woman came downstairs and found a man sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television.

He was around thirty, handsome in a refined way, with carefully styled hair streaked by a few strands of white that somehow made him look even more attractive.

She froze for a second, genuinely surprised. Stepping in front of him, she asked, "You're home this early, hubby?"

He turned his gaze to her—his dear, hot, sexy wife—and answered calmly, "Yes. I came early because I wasn't feeling well."

"What happened, dear?"

Still stunned, she approached, pressed the back of her hand gently against his forehead, and looked at him with real worry.

"Nothing serious. Just a headache. I took a pill. I'm fine now."

"You're really okay? Should we go to the hospital?" she pressed, concern still clear in her voice.

He sighed, stood up, and pulled her into a warm hug. "I'm okay, dear. It was only a small headache… and I was feeling quite lonely too. So I thought, why not take my wife out somewhere tonight? That's why I came home early."

His hands slid down and firmly squeezed her plump, busty ass. A soft moan slipped from her lips.

~Ahhm… darling. Sora is still home.

He kept one arm wrapped around her waist while the other continued to knead and fondle her soft, heavy cheeks. Leaning in, he whispered against her ear, voice low and intimate, "So what? He's old enough to know what happens between a married couple."

He pinched one cheek harder.

~Nhhggm… darling… we can't…

Heat was already rising in her body. She leaned up toward his mouth, wanting a deep, hungry kiss. Just as their lips were about to meet, he pulled back, sat down on the sofa again, and smiled. "Well, if you're saying that… then I'll stop."

Huff… huff…

She stood there breathing heavily, skin flushed, body growing hotter by the second.

When she saw him casually turning back to the television as if nothing had happened, she couldn't take it. She walked over and settled onto his lap, the soft weight of her ass pressing warm and heavy against the growing hardness beneath his pants.

She looped her arms around his neck and whispered right against his ear, "Darling… don't leave me like this… I… I don't mind…"

"We haven't done this for so long… why not now?" she murmured, leaning in again for a kiss. This time his palm came up and covered her mouth, stopping her.

She stared at him, shocked.

Confusion flickered through her. Why was he refusing her kiss? Then her heart suddenly thudded hard. Wait… did he see what happened upstairs? Does he think my mouth is dirty?

Her pulse raced. Thoughts spun wildly. Before she could spiral further, a soft, heated whisper brushed her ear—full of love and unmistakable lust.

"Wait for me tonight. In our bedroom. I'll take you to the moon."

His warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Then both of his hands rose and squeezed her massive K-cup breasts tightly—so full they overflowed his palms.

"Ding Dong."

"Ding Dong."

The doorbell cut through the moment. She quickly stood up from his lap.

Just as she turned toward the door, his hand cracked lightly against her ass—nghhmmmmm—and he watched with open appreciation as the soft flesh jiggled beneath her long brown skirt.

The door opened. A girl around eighteen walked in. Blonde hair, dark eyes. White shirt with the top three buttons undone, the edge of her bra faintly visible. Blue skirt, jacket tied around her waist that did little to hide the curve of her hips and the full swell of her butt.

Big breasts, plump ass. Every step made her chest bounce, drawing the eye whether anyone wanted to look or not. At first glance she might have seemed like an attention-seeking slut. But she wasn't. She was simply the new type that had started appearing everywhere lately—a gyaru girl.

She kicked her shoes off carelessly the moment she stepped inside, not bothering to place them properly. Walking straight past her mother, she headed for the sofa, tossed her bag onto the cushion beside the man, and dropped herself directly onto his lap.

"Papa, don't you think you're home early today?"

His arms immediately circled her waist, holding her securely so she wouldn't slide off.

"Hmm. Don't you think you forgot something today?" he murmured against her ear, her blonde hair brushing his face.

"Hmm… I don't think so," she answered, tapping one finger thoughtfully against her pink lips.

"Hmm. Then okay." He simply nodded.

"Papa, I wanted to call you… and ask for some money. You see… there was this new dress I saw at the mall. I really wanted it, so… would you please give me some money?" she asked in that deliberately cute, soft voice.

"Hmm… I don't think so," he replied.

Her eyes widened a little. She turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek with those pink lips, leaving a faint lipstick mark.

"I gave you a kiss, so now please give me the money," she said, voice turning a little desperate.

The man smiled. "How about I go with you instead? Whatever dress you want, I'll buy it for you."

"And not only that—I'll get you another pair of shoes as well."

"Reallyyyyyy?" Excitement lit up her face.

"Yes."

"Thankkkkk youuuu!" She hugged him tightly around the neck.

"But you have to promise me something first."

She pulled back just enough to look at him, already sounding annoyed. "Ahhhh… whattt?"

"You have to take care of your shoes. The way you just threw them aside was wrong. Your mother has enough work to do. Don't make her clean up after you."

"Ahhmmm…" she muttered, nodding while looking away.

"Did you actually listen? Or should I cancel everything?"

"Yesssss!" she said loudly.

"Okay, okay. Go freshen up first. Come down and eat something. You're getting thin like you're on some diet. You won't get a boyfriend looking like that."

"Ahhh… Papa, you're teasing me again," she pouted cutely, then hopped off his lap and ran upstairs to her room.

The woman came over and sat beside him, taking his hand in both of hers with a soft smile. "You're spoiling her too much."

"She's my daughter. Why shouldn't I spoil her?" he answered, looking straight into her bright, dazzling eyes.

"Honey…"

Her body seemed to melt. She leaned into him, resting her hand on his chest and laying her head over his heart, eyes closing as she soaked in his warmth.

"Even though she isn't your blood…" she whispered so quietly it was almost to herself. Maybe she was only thinking it, or maybe she wanted to ask but couldn't quite say it out loud.

He heard every word.

His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until her soft body was pressed firmly against his broad, hard chest. He stroked her back slowly and spoke in a low, gentle voice. "Never say that again, dear. She is my daughter. Not only her—your other four daughters are mine too. They are ours. I'm their dad. You're their mom. And it's both my duty and my joy as a father to spoil all my cute daughters."

A single tear slipped down her cheek. Then another. Then more.

Hic~Hic~Hic

"You're crying, baby… why?"

He felt the wetness on his shirt and the soft sound of her sobs. Quickly, carefully, he wiped the tears away with his thumb. "What happened, dear? Did I say something wrong?"

"No… hic… I just… I don't know how I got so lucky to have a husband like you… someone who loves me this much… and accepts my family… hic… hic… Everyone always says I have too much of a burden… they call my daughters a burden… and now they call me a slut for 'forcing' my daughters onto youuuu… hic… hic… I've always felt hurt by that… and I know my daughters feel it too even if they never say it… hic… hic… I'm not a good mother… I know that… but… but…"

"Shhh."

He placed a finger gently against her lips. "First of all, they are my family too. They are not a burden—to you or to me. They are blessings heaven gave us. I always wanted a daughter, and now look—I have five of them. Do I look sad? Do I look like I lack money? Do I treat them like strangers?"

"No… no… You're not a stranger at all. You treat them with more love and care than even I do sometimes… hic… hic…"

He shook his head and covered her hand with his own where it rested on his chest.

"Don't compare my love for them with yours. I'm nothing next to you. You gave birth to them."

Still holding her hand, he guided it slowly down from his chest to her stomach. "You carried each of them for nine months. You went through the pain of creating life inside your body more than three and a half years in total. I'm only a man. I can't truly understand how much it hurt when you gave birth… but I know it was the worst kind of pain. You endured that five times… and then you raised them into strong, beautiful young women all by yourself. You sacrificed your own dreams, your youth… You really think my love could ever compare to that? So please never say your love for them is less. To them, you are their goddess. And to me… you are my goddess."

"Sob… sob… sob… hic… hic… hic…"

She cried harder, soaking the front of his white shirt while he simply held her and stroked her back, giving her the time she needed to let everything out.

After a while he spoke again, voice soft. "And whoever talks about it—just ignore them. Treat them like dogs barking. You don't speak dog, so let them bark. And your daughters? They're sharp. Not like my dull son who stays locked in his room all day."

A small, watery laugh escaped her. "Hehe… hic… hic… don't say that about our son. He's still young. He'll get better. Just give him time."

She lifted her head, looked up at him with wet eyes, and smiled. "And you know what? He even got a girlfriend one week ago. Hehehe."

His eyebrows rose. "He… got a girlfriend?"

"What? You don't believe me?" She made an angry little face that was still somehow cute.

"How could I not believe you? Maybe he really did find a girl. He's at that age."

"Youu… you really don't believe me." She tried to playfully hit his chest, but he caught her wrist easily.

He chuckled. "Okay, okay. I really believe you. Hahaha."

"But don't punch my weak old chest. This body can't take it."

"You're old? Then what am I?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"Hmm… you are…"

His hands suddenly closed around her enormous K-cup breasts—breasts so large they were bigger than his face. He squeezed them firmly, fingers sinking deep into the soft, dough-like flesh.

~Nhghhhm…

"You are my wife. As sexy as a lust goddess, as hot as a frying pan with melting butter, and as sweet as my favorite candy. Mmm… that's why I want to eat you so badly."

With that, he turned her body and pushed her down onto the sofa.

~Ahh…

She landed on the thick, luxurious cushions. The soft bounce didn't hurt her at all—instead it sent a pleasant, springy sensation through her body.

He watched her breasts bounce and jiggle heavily under her top, then climbed over her. One hand braced beside her head while the other slowly, deliberately began sliding her top upward.

Chapter 3

Rolling her top upward with deliberate slowness, he paused just below the heavy swell of her breasts, savoring the sight of her smooth, flushed skin. Then he hooked his leg over hers, pressing their bodies closer, leaned down, and placed a soft, lingering kiss against her bare stomach.

"Nghhm…"

The kiss was feather-light at first, warm lips brushing her sensitive flesh. Then his tongue followed, tracing slow, wet circles around her navel with erotic precision, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

"~Hnng, honeyyyy…"

With a low growl of hunger, he tugged her top higher, freeing her full breasts. They bounced heavily, gloriously, as if rejoicing at their release from the tight fabric.

His breath hitched at the sight. Leaning in, he dragged his wet tongue in a long, sensual trail upward, licking from her navel all the way into the deep, warm valley between her breasts.

"You weren't wearing a bra…?" he murmured, voice muffled and thick with lust as he buried his face between her two divine, pillowy mounds.

His hot breath fanned across her sensitive skin, sending delicious shivers racing through her body.

"~Hnghh… because I… I was feeling so uncomfortable… you know… they're just… too big… Hnghnn…"

He groaned in appreciation, dragging his slick tongue deeper into the tight, sweat-glistened crevice between her massive breasts. The narrow valley was slick and hot, almost struggling to breathe under the weight of her enormous tits. He lapped greedily at the sweet, salty sweat gathered there, savoring every drop.

Then he climbed the soft mountain of her breast with his tongue, slow and worshipful, tasting the raw, addictive flavor of her heated skin. At the peak, he found her stiff, cherry-red nipple waiting like a ripe reward. He gave it a long, teasing lick, coating the sensitive bud with his warm saliva until it glistened. Then he opened his mouth wide, sucking the plump nipple between his lips and nibbling gently, rolling the tender flesh with his tongue.

He wanted more. Needed more.

Opening wider, he bit down with just enough pressure, teeth grazing the swollen peak.

"~Nhhgghhnnnnn!"

She moaned sharply, quickly clamping both hands over her mouth to stifle the sound.

The result was a deliciously muffled, throaty whimper that only made her wetter and drove him wild with lust.

While his mouth devoured one breast, his hand claimed the other. Strong fingers sank deep into the yielding, velvety softness, squeezing and kneading the heavy globe. He trapped her aching nipple between his index and middle fingers, pinching and rolling it rhythmically, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

"~Ngghhhhhhhhmm!"

He licked, sucked, and squeezed both breasts at once, lavishing them with wet heat and firm pressure. Overwhelmed, she pushed his head harder against her chest, desperately feeding him more of her soft, heavy flesh, as if trying to fuck his hungry mouth with her massive tits.

"~Nghhhhhhhhnnmmmmmmm!"

No longer muffling herself, she cried out loudly in raw ecstasy.

The sudden volume startled them both.

Their children were still home.

He gave her nipple one last possessive bite, then reluctantly pulled back.

"~Ngghhnnn… huf… Huff…"

Breathing hard, he pulled her into his arms and tugged her top back down, hiding those luscious curves once more. They lay together on the sofa like a normal loving couple — except for her heavy, trembling breaths and the visible flush on her skin.

"You okay??" he asked, voice husky.

"Ye… ah… haah… haaah…" she panted.

"Well, nobody saw," he whispered.

"Luckily… hehe," she giggled softly, still catching her breath.

Her mood had clearly improved, he thought with satisfaction.

"Okay, go and prepare something for her."

"Okay, dear…"

She stood up on shaky legs and walked toward the kitchen, hips swaying seductively with every step.

He watched her retreating figure with dark, narrowed eyes, desire still burning hot in his veins. Then he sighed deeply, leaned back against the cushion, and closed his eyes.

Haaaa… Even now I can't believe I transmigrated into this body.

Just today, he had opened his eyes and found himself in the grand office with an expansive table, chair, and all that. At first, he couldn't believe it all—like how he had come here and whatnot—but when he received the old man's memories, he understood. He had transmigrated into another world. Then something clicked in him. He knew these characters. He had seen this body's wife and daughters.

Now he wasn't some psycho who remembered everyone's face, but… when he had seen their faces this closely and their bodies this deeply, he couldn't doubt his memories.

They were the characters he had once seen on his phone getting fucked by a young boy, and that young boy was none other than this dude's son. At first, he was in denial. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't accept it. But he was human. Adaptability and acceptability were some of his key traits. After that, he wanted to confirm that he was really in that hentai world, so he came home. It wasn't a problem since he had the guy's whole memory. Entering, he searched for anyone. While searching, he walked upstairs and coincidentally went to 'his' son's room, whose door was slightly open. And through the slightly opened door, he saw what was happening inside. Just to confirm it, he even recorded the scene with his phone.

After everything, he finally understood. This was really the hentai world, and the world—or rather the characters—were following the plot.

Why? Well, the scene that happened upstairs was just the starting of the plot. And if the plot followed, all the girls in the house would belong to him.

Now, generally, he wouldn't mind, but one of those girls was this body's wife—now his wife.

Why was he considering her as his wife? Because he had this guy's memories, and he really loved her. Naturally, he couldn't leave that hot-as-hell woman when she naturally belonged to him. He considered her his, his property, his thing. And he was very possessive.

One thing he hated the most was NTR. These types of hentais were what he hated the most. And now, if the plot followed, he would be NTRed, cucked… Impossible… Never… never… never… He'd never let that happen.

[Ding]