My Mom Lost Interest in My Cock and Hooked Up with a Super Sex Machine Uncle

My Mom Lost Interest in My Cock and Hooked Up with a Super Sex Machine Uncle

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Beginning

My name is Yuto Matsumoto, 19, a student at a Tokyo technical school, living in a small suburban apartment with my 42-year-old single mother, Mika Matsumoto. Mika’s body is stunning—D-cup breasts straining her loungewear, round hips, fair skin, and long, flowing hair. Her face, with mature allure, carries faint age lines. As an accountant, she’s diligent, but since Dad left five years ago, she’s stayed single, her occasional lonely glances stirring both pity and desire in me.

Our relationship crossed the taboo line six months ago. One night, Mika, drunk, wore a sheer nightgown, leaning against me, sobbing, “Yuto, you’re Mom’s only support…” Her breasts pressed against my chest, her wine-scented breath warm. My mind ignited, and I kissed her lips. She froze but didn’t pull away, kissing back, her hand slipping into my pants, gripping my cock, whispering, “Yuto… make Mom feel alive…”

I pinned her to the couch, tore open her nightgown, kneaded her massive breasts, and sucked her nipples. She moaned, “Yuto… it feels so good… fuck Mommy…” I yanked down my pants, my cock plunging into her tight pussy, her walls squeezing like they’d milk me dry. She screamed at climax, juices spraying my abs. I came inside her, feeling like I’d fallen into a forbidden abyss. After that night, we became secret lovers, her moans replacing memories of Dad.

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Chapter 2: Mother’s Coldness

For the first few months, our sex was wild and frequent. Mika was a ravenous beast; every day after school, she’d strip and pull me into her bedroom. She loved me playing with her breasts, sandwiching my cock between them, licking my tip until I shot across her face. We fucked in the bathroom, kitchen, even on the balcony, her orgasmic screams echoing. She bought sex toys—handcuffs, whips, vibrators—for me to use. One night, she had me cuff her to the bed, whipping her ass, red welts rising as she pissed herself climaxing, screaming, “Yuto… Mommy’s your whore… fuck me dead…”

But three months in, Mika changed. She began rejecting my touches, saying she was “too tired” or “not in the mood.” I tried sparking her interest, licking her pussy or kneading her breasts, but her moans were perfunctory, her eyes distant. When I asked what was wrong, she sighed, “Yuto, you’re young… Mommy’s old, I can’t keep up…” It felt like a knife to my heart. I thought our taboo bond was love, but she was pulling away.

One day, I snooped on her phone, finding flirty texts with a man named “Ishikawa-san,” including her sexy selfies. My heart raced, jealousy gnawing like a snake. Confronting her, she admitted, “Yuto, I don’t feel it with… your thing anymore. I met Ishikawa-san, and he makes me burn again…”

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Chapter 3: The Super Sex Machine Uncle

Ishikawa-san, full name Takeshi Ishikawa, 45, was a client at Mika’s company, a burly fitness coach with rippling muscles, dubbed a “sex machine.” I tailed Mika and saw her visiting his gym weekly, wearing tight workout clothes, her breasts nearly popping out, Ishikawa’s hands “guiding” her hips with leering eyes.

One night, Mika claimed she was working late, but I saw her enter Ishikawa’s apartment. Hiding downstairs, I heard her moans, louder than with me. Peeking through a cracked window, I saw Ishikawa pin her to the bed, his 20cm cock pounding her pussy, her screams deafening: “Ishikawa… you’re so strong… fuck me to death…” He switched positions, fucking her mouth, breasts, and ass, spraying cum across her body. Mika fainted from orgasms, juices flooding the floor.

I stumbled home, hands shaking, her moans and his cock haunting me. Jerking off, I realized my cock meant nothing to her anymore. Jealousy and shame broke me, but I vowed to win her back.

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Chapter 4: Struggle and Awakening

Mika’s coldness plunged me into pain. I reflected on our bond—born in taboo sex, never love. I loved her, not just her body, but her motherly warmth, her vulnerability. I resolved not to just fuck her but to reclaim her heart.

I transformed myself, joining a gym, learning to cook, doing chores, and watching her favorite dramas with her. I wrote her a letter: “Mom, I messed up, but I love you—not just your body, but all of you.” She read it, tears streaming, saying, “Yuto, you’re still a kid… I’m scared of hurting you…”

But Ishikawa’s pull was strong. Mika kept seeing him, returning with hickeys, eyes dazed. She confessed drunkenly, “Yuto, I was wrong… I thought he’d make me happy, but he just wants my body…” I hugged her, “Mom, I’ll give you real love.” That night, our sex wasn’t taboo frenzy but tender embrace. I kissed her scars, licked her pussy, entered her slowly. She moaned, “Yuto… I love you… I’m sorry…” Our climax, cum and juices mingling, felt like love’s redemption.

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Chapter 5: Confronting the Uncle

I decided to free Mika from Ishikawa. Investigating, I found his gym had regulatory violations and reported him anonymously, tanking his business. Mika distanced herself, saying, “Yuto, I don’t want to see him anymore… he made me feel like a toy.” I held her hand, “Mom, you’re my treasure, I’ll protect you.”

Our bond rebuilt. We weren’t just mother and son or lovers but true partners. I took her for beach walks, gave her massages, cooked together. Our sex softened—she loved me tying her wrists with silk, kissing her breasts, thrusting slowly. She moaned, “Yuto… you’re my everything…” I used a low-vibe wand on her clit, her orgasmic cries ringing: “Yuto… I love you…”

But Ishikawa wasn’t done. He came to our apartment, threatening to expose our relationship, saying, “You incestuous freaks will be shunned!” I roared, “You don’t get to judge us! Get out!” Mika stood firm, “Ishikawa-san, I love Yuto, something you’ll never understand.” Ishikawa left, but his threat loomed.

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Chapter 6: A Pure Love Family

To escape Ishikawa and society’s judgment, we moved to a rural Hokkaido town, settling in a wooden house with a small garden. I took a local mechanic job, Mika did remote accounting. Our life was simple, warmed by our love.

Our sex was tender yet erotic. One moonlit night, Mika shed her nightgown, her breasts enticing, riding me, whispering, “Yuto… love me…” I kissed her breasts, licked her pussy, entered her slowly, her juices spraying at climax: “Yuto… I’m yours…” We used feather wands or silk blindfolds for spice, but love was the core.

Mika got pregnant, hugging me, “Yuto, this is our future.” I kissed her belly, “Mom, we’re family.” Our daughter, Yuki, was born, with Mika’s eyes and my smile. Mika, holding her, wept, “Yuto, thank you for our family.” I kissed her forehead, “Mom, we’re together forever.”

Our love, born in taboo desire, overcame Ishikawa’s lure and societal scorn, finding eternity in purity. Mika’s breasts, Yuki’s laughter, and my resolve formed an unshakable family.
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Chapter 7: Ishikawa’s Return

Yuto Matsumoto, now 20, and his mother, Mika Matsumoto, 43, had settled into a peaceful life in a rural Hokkaido town with their newborn daughter, Yuki. Their small wooden house, surrounded by a garden of wildflowers, was a haven of love. Mika’s remote accounting work and Yuto’s mechanic job sustained them, while Yuki’s giggles filled their days with joy. Their sex life, tender yet erotic, used silk ties and feather wands, reinforcing their bond as lovers beyond mother and son.

But peace shattered when Takeshi Ishikawa, the 45-year-old “super sex machine uncle,” reappeared. After his gym business collapsed due to Yuto’s anonymous report, Ishikawa vanished, but rumors reached the town that he’d rebuilt his empire in Sapporo, running an underground sex club catering to elite clients. One snowy evening, as Yuto repaired a neighbor’s tractor, Mika received a cryptic text: “You can’t escape me, Mika. I’m coming for you.”

Ishikawa arrived unannounced at their doorstep, his muscular frame filling the doorway, a predatory grin on his face. Mika froze, clutching Yuki, while Yuto stepped forward, heart pounding. “What do you want, Ishikawa?” Yuto demanded. Ishikawa sneered, “Mika belongs to me. Your little incest game can’t match what I give her.” Mika trembled, whispering, “Takeshi, I’m with Yuto now. Leave us alone.” But Ishikawa’s eyes gleamed with obsession, “You’ll beg for my cock again, Mika. I’ll prove it.”

That night, Mika was shaken, confessing to Yuto, “He scares me… his intensity was addictive, but it was empty. Yuto, I love you…” Yuto held her, their love-making desperate yet tender. He tied her wrists with silk, kissed her breasts, and entered her pussy slowly, her moans soft: “Yuto… you’re my home…” They climaxed, juices and cum mingling, but Yuto knew Ishikawa’s threat loomed larger than before.

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Chapter 8: The Seduction Attempt

Ishikawa didn’t leave. He rented a house in town, posing as a fitness consultant, charming locals with his charisma. He frequented the town’s only café, where Mika sometimes stopped for coffee, dropping suggestive comments: “Mika, remember how I made you scream?” She ignored him, but Yuto noticed her unease, her hands trembling when Ishikawa was near.

Ishikawa escalated, sending Mika explicit videos from their past encounters—her tied up, his massive cock pounding her ass, her screams echoing. “You can’t resist this,” he texted. Mika deleted them, but Yuto saw one accidentally, rage and jealousy surging. He confronted Ishikawa at the café, “Stay away from her!” Ishikawa laughed, “She’ll come crawling back when she remembers my cock splits her better than your pathetic dick.”

That night, Mika, tormented, sought solace in Yuto. In their bedroom, she shed her nightgown, her D-cup breasts glowing under moonlight. “Yuto, make me forget him…” she pleaded. Yuto blindfolded her with a silk scarf, teasing her nipples with a feather wand until she squirmed, juices dripping. He licked her clit, then fucked her pussy, slow and deep, her cries rising: “Yuto… I love you… only you…” He used a low-vibe massager on her ass, entering her gently, cumming inside as she shuddered, “Yuto… you’re enough…” Their love-making was a shield, but Ishikawa’s shadow lingered.

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Chapter 9: Ishikawa’s Power Play

Ishikawa’s plan to “take” Mika grew sinister. He spread rumors in town, hinting at Mika’s “immoral” past and their affair, twisting it to paint her as a seductress who used Yuto. Locals whispered, some shunning Mika’s accounting services, calling her “that loose woman.” Yuto’s boss warned him about “reputation risks,” threatening his job. Mika cried, “Yuto, I’m ruining your life… maybe I should go with him to protect you and Yuki.”

Yuto refused, “Mom, you’re mine, not his. We’ll fight this together.” He tracked Ishikawa’s activities, discovering his club was a front for illegal activities—blackmailing clients with sex tapes. Yuto contacted his old university friend, a hacker named Ken, who dug into Ishikawa’s servers, finding evidence of his schemes, including videos of Mika. Yuto planned to expose him, but Ishikawa struck first.

One night, Ishikawa lured Mika to his house, claiming he had a “business proposal” to clear her name. Desperate to end the rumors, she went, telling Yuto she’d be quick. Yuto, suspicious, followed, hiding outside. Through a window, he saw Ishikawa pin Mika to a couch, his cock out, forcing her to touch it. “Suck it, Mika, like old times,” he growled. Mika resisted, “I love Yuto!” but Ishikawa slapped her, tearing her blouse, exposing her breasts.

Yuto burst in, tackling Ishikawa. They fought, Yuto’s rage overpowering Ishikawa’s bulk. Mika screamed, “Yuto, stop!” but Yuto landed a punch, knocking Ishikawa out. They fled, Mika sobbing, “I’m sorry… I thought I could fix this…” At home, their sex was raw—Yuto tied her to the bed, whipped her thighs lightly, fucked her pussy hard, her screams of “Yuto… I’m yours…” cleansing her fear. He came inside, their bond unbroken.

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Chapter 10: Exposing the Threat

With Ken’s help, Yuto leaked Ishikawa’s illegal activities to the police, including the blackmail tapes. Officers raided his club, arresting him for extortion and assault. The town’s rumors shifted, locals now seeing Ishikawa as a predator, not Mika. Some apologized, offering support, and Mika’s accounting work recovered.

But the ordeal left scars. Mika felt guilty, “Yuto, I let him back into our lives…” Yuto kissed her, “Mom, we beat him together.” Their love-making deepened, a ritual of healing. One snowy night, Mika rode Yuto, her breasts bouncing, blindfolded with silk, moaning, “Yuto… you saved me…” He used a low-temp wax candle, dripping it on her thighs, her shudders climaxing as he fucked her ass gently, cumming inside. She whispered, “Yuto… my love… forever…”

They involved the community, hosting a town festival where Mika shared homemade sweets, Yuki toddling among kids. Locals embraced them, the stigma fading. Yuto’s boss reinstated his projects, praising his resilience.

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Chapter 11: Eternal Bond

Two years later, Yuto, now 22, and Mika, 45, thrived in Hokkaido. Yuki, a lively toddler, called them “Papa” and “Mama,” her laughter the heart of their home. Ishikawa was sentenced to prison, his threat gone. The town accepted Yuto and Mika as a couple, their love a quiet legend.

Their sex remained sensual yet loving. Under a cherry tree in their garden, Mika stripped, her breasts glowing, riding Yuto, moaning, “Yuto… I’m yours…” He tied her wrists with silk, licked her pussy, entered her slowly, her juices spraying: “Yuto… I love you…” They used a feather wand for spice, but love was their core.

Mika got pregnant again, hugging Yuto, “Another piece of us.” He kissed her belly, “Mom, our family’s forever.” Their son, Haru, was born, completing their bond. From taboo lust to pure love, they overcame Ishikawa and society’s scorn. Mika’s breasts, Yuki and Haru’s laughter, and Yuto’s resolve formed an eternal family.
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