Prologue: Fought Over By Two Women
You can't fight your desires, and once a relationship has become carnal, it's difficult to go back.
The dimly lit room was filled with heat, humidity, the sound of ragged breaths, and a sticky, wet squelching.
There, a man was on his knees on the bed, at the mercy of two women who had gathered around him.
“Nnfuu, muuu… Nnuh, chyuubuu…”
Her eyes unfocused, her obsidian-black hair a mess, Hijiri Hanao was single-mindedly sucking on the man's lips and tongue.
Not content with simply hugging the man, she entwined her entire body with his, pressing her own, which was ripe to the point of bursting, against him.
“Nnmuuuuh, hobu, juruuuuh, nnpah, nbuuuuuuh…”
Kneeling at the man's crotch with her face buried in his manhood, Hijiri Sae was frantically taking his erect member into her mouth.
Beneath her flaxen hair, her eyes were half-rolled back in ecstasy as she wrapped her arms around the man's hips, lost in the act of fellatio.
Her body, in contrast to the other woman's, pressed its soft, ripe-fruit-like flesh against the man's hard legs, distorting without end.
“Nnfuu… Chupaah.” “Nnmuuh—nhaah.”
Simultaneously, the two women pulled their mouths from the man's lips and his shaft.
The ragged, lust-filled breaths of all three of them echoed in the room.
“—Gulp.”
The man swallowed, his gaze falling upon the two female bodies, both of which could be called voluptuous.
““………………””
As if by some unspoken agreement, the two women got on all fours side-by-side and presented their asses to the man, exposing their slits, which were already glistening with ample moisture.
One ready to burst, the other fully ripened. Two contrasting, oversized fruits sat side-by-side, their juice-dribbling slits on full display, shamelessly shaking back and forth, left and right before the man's eyes, without a shred of decency to be found.
The women's voices, tinged with pity and a desire to please, beckoned the man.
“Ahaah, Urusuke, san. Please, plug my naughty hole with your dick. With my body, you can be as rough as you want, ravaging me to your heart's content. I can take it alll♥”
“Kōgi, senpai—. Please, I'm begging you, bury your strong penis in my shamelessly drenched vagina. My pussy is super tight. I promise it'll feel good—♥”
As if competing with each other, they pleaded.
The women even went so far as to use their fingers to spread open their deepest folds for him to see.
To add to it all, the two women vying for the same phallus were, as their shared surname would suggest, family.
Moreover, they were mother and daughter.
Casting aside any semblance of a normal mother-daughter relationship, they begged for a single man's affection.
How did things end up like this…?
The man—Kōgi Urusuke—gazed at the two wet, open orifices, his head swimming in the heat as he tried to recall the path that had led him here—the history he shared with this mother and daughter, a history smeared with lust, mucus, and infidelity.
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