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Kanomama wa hatsukoi no hito - Chapter 2-2

 Chapter 2: Unquenchable Thirst—The Forbidden Love Between Kano-mama And The Boyfriend - 2

Hijiri sae spent a quiet early afternoon.

Just a few days ago… after years of restraint, Sae had been swept away by desire, reaching a peak that left her utterly lost. Her body burned from within, and her mind flickered with sparks of light, overwhelming her senses.

It was a true climax—one she hadn’t been able to reach for years, not through masturbation or any toys.

The shock of it still hadn’t fully worn off. She had managed to clean up somehow, but even when responding to her daughter at home, her replies had been half-hearted.

Alone, the memory consumed her, leaving her housework neglected. Lunch remained unmade, and last night’s laundry still sat abandoned in the washing machine.

Yet even more than that.

“What have I done—?”

Hiding her face, Sae mourned her own sinfulness.

To safeguard Hanao’s purity until marriage, she had taken it upon herself to satisfy her daughter’s boyfriend’s sexual desires.

It was a ridiculous plan. Yet the one who had gone along with it so thoroughly… was herself.

Even if it’s been so long—

She had married in her teens to her now-deceased husband and given birth to Hanao, seventeen years ago.

Aside from that one summer affair, she had faithfully played the part of a chaste, virtuous mother, rigorously strict in her daughter’s upbringing.

There’s a theory that women’s sexual desire peaks after thirty. Whatever the truth of it, Sae fit that description. Occasionally, she would take matters into her own hands to relieve herself. Sexual toys—kept strictly secret from her daughter—were stored in a locked drawer in her room.

“Urusuke-kun——”

She whispered a name. Her daughter’s boyfriend. The boy from that summer memory—the very man who had plunged Sae into a furnace of pleasure.

Shaking her head, she banished the image, halting the hand that had been inching toward her slit.

“No… I mustn’t! I could never face Hanao. That kind of thing… never again.”

I mustn’t… Just as she tried to force the thought into words.

Ding-dong. The front doorbell rang, and her entire body shuddered.

“C-could it be a delivery…?”

Feeling how empty it sounded even to herself, Sae glanced at the front-door monitor.

“——!”

Her throat made a sound before she even realized it.

The face she had seen just the other day was standing there.


A few minutes later, the two of them sat facing each other, almost as if it were a recurring scene.

“I’m sorry!”

Unlike the other day, this time Urusuke was the first to lower his head in apology.

“Doing something like that out of nowhere… even if Sae-san is the woman from my memories…”

“N-no, um, that…”

Honestly, Sae had intended to say something to him. But being confronted so directly left her at a loss. And then there were his words just now.

T-the woman from his memories… me…?

When she nervously looked back, her eyes having instinctively turned away, she found him still bowed so deeply that the crown of his head pointed toward her. Sae let out a sigh.

“For now… please raise your head. Let’s just forget about what happened yesterday. Considering what happened five years ago, we’re even. … And after all, I’m her mother, and you’re her boyfriend…”

“Yes…”

Urusuke raised his head, his expression grave. The two of them found themselves staring at each other, unable to look away.

Once again, they each reflected on the other after five long years.

Sae-san… she really is beautiful. She resembles Hanao, but her slightly drooping eyes give her a softer, gentler vibe.

Urusuke-kun… he’s grown so much. Back then, his cuteness stood out, but now there’s a strong sense of manliness about him.

Feeling the tension, both of them awkwardly sipped the tea before them. Urusuke and Sae both sensed the need to speak, and eventually, their conversation naturally turned to a topic they shared.

“Ha Hanao… how is she doing at school?”

“She’s incredibly responsible. Both the students and teachers depend on her.”

As he spoke about his girlfriend, Urusuke reflected on the journey that had brought him here.

“That’s why she always seems so busy. We’ve been dating a little over a year, but lately, when it’s just the two of us, she’s started to let her guard down.”

One evening, Hanao had called Urusuke to the student council room, just the two of them. She had said, ‘You’re the only one I can ask this of, Kogi-senpai’, and requested a lap pillow. When he agreed, memories came back of him watching over her as she drifted off to sleep within minutes from accumulated fatigue, staying by her side until it was time to go home.

“Yes. She’s always so lively… Knowing that she has someone like Urusuke-kun at school to lean on gives me some peace of mind.”

“The version of her I saw at home the other day felt, compared to school, a bit more… childish, I guess. She really can let her guard down at home.”

“I hope so. I’ve always been a strict parent to her.”

“She said you love her the most. She truly understands that, you know.”

Sae’s eyes glistened slightly. She was pleased with her daughter’s feelings, and she also felt a sense of trust and admiration for the boy who had earned her confidence enough to share them.

For a moment, the two of them reflected on Hanao.

Proud, pure, and upright; unyielding to the strong, yet quick to lend a hand to the weak. Beautiful and talented, full of initiative, seemingly untouched by the corruption of the world—a truly miraculous girl.

Though their perspectives differed, both shared the same deep admiration.

Such a being could not be sullied by selfish desire.

“Urusuke-kun… with her, that kind of thing is…”

“That kind of thing.” For both Urusuke and Sae, there was only one meaning behind those words. He nodded without hesitation.

“I understand. With her, I won’t act unless she asks for it.”

At that, Sae breathed a sigh of relief, but even so—

With me the other day… he did it even though I didn’t ask. Was it because he couldn’t hold back with me?

The moment she realized it, she despised herself for having such shameful thoughts. A sharp, tingling ache stirred at the center of her chest.

“Um… do you think you can manage to hold back?”

—It was a word that slipped out, born from that aching feeling.

Urusuke’s cheeks immediately flushed red, and a wave of confusion swept over him.

W-why is Sae-san acting like that all of a sudden…

He instinctively averted his gaze. Yet, given the situation, there was no way he could say he couldn’t do it.

“…I’ll manage it myself somehow.”

Even as he said that, Urusuke considered his collection. As previously mentioned, he can only become aroused by women with exceptionally large breasts and hips, and with truly remarkable proportions. Even if he cycled through his videos and manga—

Should I get something new…? Considering my budget, probably manga…

Urusuke knew it was a petty thought, but considering a high schooler’s budget, it was hardly surprising.

“W-well… Urusuke-kun…”

As he looked up at her voice, Sae’s own cheeks flushed, and she seemed to shyly avert her gaze from him.

“Something like the other day is out of the question… but, um, if it’s just with my hands, then…”

“………………!”

With a sudden jolt, Urusuke nearly lost his composure.

“I-I’m only! I’m only doing this to make sure you don’t repeat the mistake from the other day… I-it happens because it’s… been building up, right? That’s why…”

As Sae continued her almost excuse-like protestations, Urusuke found he couldn’t look away.

Her ten elegantly long fingers twisted and intertwined over her chest, moving as if uncertain.

With… those fingers…

Urusuke’s throat went dry with a gulp. Now that he thought about it, she had never used her fingers during their past encounter.

Unable to resist his desire, he rose from his seat.

“Um… what do you thingaah!?”

Sae, still averting her eyes, hadn’t noticed Urusuke moving closer. When she flicked her gaze back, his waist, now directly in front of her, filled her view.

A gulp escaped her throat this time. Her hand slid down to the floor and, trembling, tentatively reached for Urusuke’s belt.

With a swift zip, the zipper came down, revealing the pronounced bulge of his crotch beneath the thin fabric of his jeans. When Sae’s slender fingers unfastened the front button of his trunks—

“U-uah!”

Accompanied by a pained moan from Urusuke, Thwack…!—with an almost violent force, his restrained member thrust skyward.

“Kyaa…!”

Sae instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, staring at the erect tower of flesh before her. The other day, overwhelmed by confusion and pleasure, she hadn’t even had the presence of mind to look.

I-it’s grown so much…? It used to be much smaller five years ago…

And then there was the angle. The glans, nearly pointing straight upward, was taut and swollen. It made Sae think of how much sexual tension the boy had been holding in.
Still, Urusuke’s arousal wasn’t solely from pent-up desire.

By Sae-san’s… hands…! By Hanao’s mother…

The taboo of the situation only heightened his arousal.
A sharp inhale—Sae’s fingers on his right hand slowly wrapped around him.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?”

Caught between pain and pleasure, Urusuke’s shaft was slowly stroked.

“Ugh… kuh…”

Moans escaped Urusuke as his arousal intensified. The touch itself was gentle and not particularly stimulating, yet his girlfriend’s mother, kneeling on the floor, holding him at his core, made it impossible for him not to be excited.

“………………”

Despite Urusuke’s reaction, Sae neither asked if it hurt nor paused her hand. She knew precisely how much pressure to apply when handling a man’s penis.

A-As expected from a married woman… no, that’s not right—a widow, huh.

Her hand’s motion—rising and falling—grew steadily faster, more practiced, more deft. And at the same time, Sae became aware that her own breathing, too, was quickening.

Ah… incredible. How hard it is. Something like this…

Before she even realized it, her left hand had slid under the flesh of the shaft, caressing the balls. The rubbing upward, combined with her stroking motion, and the stimulation caused a bead of fluid to form on the glans. Cowper’s gland fluid—pre-cum, in other words.

“Does it feel good, Urusuke-kun?”

Urusuke’s lower body shivered with pleasure, his tremor serving as his reply. Feeling a spark of pride, Sae intensified the movements of her hand even further.

“Ugh, ah! Sa-Sae-san, if this goes on… It’s going to be a problem… the room… it’ll get messy.”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Urusuke tries to draw his hips back, but Sae’s hand doesn’t pause its motion.

“… Haa… it’s okay… you can let it go just like that…”

Her face, flushed with the sadistic excitement she took in the penis responding so openly to pleasure, deepened in color. Her hand then picked up pace, moving even faster.

“Kuh! Ah! I-I’m cumming!”

As the climax neared, Sae’s left hand quickly wrapped around the tip, her hands together enclosing the flesh like a sheath around a sword, delivering the final strokes.

Throb! Splurt!

“………………!”

A furious torrent slammed into the palm of her left hand.

Splurt…! Throb, splurt….

After several long, violent pulses, Urusuke’s climax subsided, leaving Sae’s hand completely coated in his white fluid.

“Haah… haah… haah…”

“Good job, Urusuke-kun.”

Her palms were slick with semen, the sticky squish sound audible as she handled it, a testament to just how much he had released.

“… Haa… haa…”

Breath slightly quickened, she rose to her feet, cupping her hands carefully to keep the semen from spilling.

“I’m going to wash up. Urusuke-kun, there are wet wipes on the chest—use them to clean yourself.”

“Ah, um… okay. Thank you for your hard work…”

Still stunned from the post-climax fatigue, Urusuke responded. By the time he spotted the tissues, Sae was already gone.

 

“Haah… haa… ha… ah… ahhh!”

The instant Sae stepped out of the living room, her pace quickened to a hurried trot. She made her way to the washroom and slowly opened her hands, which she had kept clasped shut until now.

A thick, muggy scent rose—rich and heady, the smell of semen from a boy in his prime. She became intoxicated by it.

“Gulp… haa… ha… haa…”

Sae gazed at the substance smeared across her hands, her eyes burning with heat.

—Five years ago. The semen she had once swallowed down, her throat working audibly as she gulped it.

For those few minutes she’d spent kneeling before the man’s hips, a palpable warmth and dampness had gathered between her crotch.

“…………… Haah… haa… ha…”

Her tongue quivered—tremble tremble—ready to flick out toward the remnants of pleasure she cradled in her hands like an offering—

“… No——!”

At the brink of losing herself, she snapped back to her senses. With the back of her hand, she struck the faucet lever, and a surge of cold water burst forth, washing over her hands.

As the semen slipped away, carried off by the stream, Sae watched it go—her eyes fixed on it with a gaze like vengeance.

You mustn’t, me. What would happen if I gave in now? I have to do this—for Hanao’s sake—

Even as she told herself this in her mind, Sae could feel her own desire all too vividly.

Just a few days ago, her body had been “awakened” for the first time in five years.

Sae and Urusuke both knew it was wrong.

Yet the flames of desire burned through them both.

And they had compromised with one another.

The outcome of that compromise was this.

I'm the worst…

Several hours later, it took a small effort for her to meet her daughter’s gaze directly after she returned home.

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