Kanomama wa hatsukoi no hito - Interlude 2

 Interlude: Hijiri Hanao

Club activities wrapped up much earlier than planned that day. The faculty advisor had an unexpected urgent matter come up, and since it was a holiday, he could no longer keep the school open.

Hmm… if I head home now, I might have time to cook something with dear mother. I wonder if I could have Kogi-senpai eat it again?

She finds herself thinking about the boyfriend she had been with earlier that afternoon. Though their relationship began with his confession, Hanao now cares for Urusuke very deeply.

Even with her strict upbringing, she is still a modern girl—hardly ignorant of sexual matters. She knows full well that she draws men’s eyes in a sexual way.

Kogi-senpai… I really am making you hold back, aren’t I?

Hanao knows that Urusuke feels desire for her, yet restrains himself—she admires the strength of his will.

She herself also possesses sexual desire; she has masturbated before and has felt lust for her boyfriend.

In Hanao’s lewd fantasies, it is always Urusuke. He clasps her ample breasts, devours her lips, and stirs her vagina.

I wonder… would the real Kogi-senpai really hold me so roughly…?

A thrill runs down her spine, even though she’s walking along a public street. If she could, she’d want to be with him right away.

Even so, Hanao knows that the teachings of her respected mother are rules she must uphold.

She reaches home. Stepping through the unlocked front door, she becomes aware once again.

Kogi-senpai’s shoes…?

This time, Hanao didn’t call for Urusuke as she had the last time. Even she wasn’t fully aware of why. Yet the faint scent of her mother, lingering throughout the house as a female, was likely not without influence.

What is this feeling…? It’s strangely unsettling.

Her heartbeat quickens, pounding in her chest. Her cheeks flush. Unconsciously, she moves with the sliding-foot steps she practiced during club activities.

She passes through the living room and walks down the corridor, heading toward where the presence feels strongest.

Dear mother’s bedroom… why…?

“……… Ah…!”

A faint, pained voice reaches her ears. By the time she’s this close, it’s obvious that someone is there.

I wonder… whose voice is that?

Even as the voice became clearly audible, Hanao didn’t think of her mother as the source. In her memories, her mother hardly ever raised her voice and was always composed and graceful.

“Ohoooh! Nnooh… kummiing… kumming agane! O-Oooh… hiiin!?”

“…?”

Unthinkable. To think she would let out such an animal-like cry… never.

W-what… what is…? Doing… something… like that… in… here…!

What was happening… Hanao could already picture it, even now.

The question was, who?

The answer lay just beyond the bedroom door, opened as quietly as possible, just a crack, through which she peeked.

“Sae-sa… Sae! Sae, Sae, Sae…!”

“Ahh… Urusuke-san… Urusuke-san…! Aaahh…! Higi… ohoo… nnoooooh!”

It was her mother. Hijiri Sae, wearing a lascivious expression that her usual demeanor could never have hinted at, was calling out Hanao’s boyfriend’s name. Hanao’s boyfriend, Kogi Urusuke, was calling her mother’s name over and over in response.

What… what is this?

Urusuke was straddling the reclining Sae, thrusting with single-minded focus. Though their faces were turned toward the door, their eyes didn’t register anything at all. Just watching them made it clear that this wasn’t a forced act.

No… way… dear mother… doing something like that… and… Kogi-sen… pai too.

Her boyfriend and her mother were having sex.

“S… So… So intense… nn! Ahii… nooohmm… ohhiii!”

Their movements grew even more intense, and Sae writhed wildly, as if she had abandoned every shred of shame.

L-like that… like that. Like a mad beast… that dear mother…

Without even realizing it, Hanao’s hands slipped under her skirt. Her fingers parted and teased the pussy that was already wet through her panties before she even touched it.

“Hah… auh… Kogi… senpai… ku… why… why… ngh”

Urusuke gripped Sae’s breasts with crushing force and slammed his hips into her ass with a momentum that threatened to overwhelm her entirely.

The intensity of their sex went far beyond anything Hanao’s fantasies.

And yet… the one being held wasn’t her—it was her mother.

Why… why is that… Kogi-senpai… dear mother…

Hanao’s pussy was soaked enough that her fingers made wet sounds as they moved.

In front of her eyes, their sex reached its peak, and Sae kissed Urusuke as if sinking her teeth into his lips.

“Ah… Ah… cu… mmiiiiiiing…”

Watching her boyfriend and her mother climax—Hijiri Hanao also reached hers.