growing up so fast verseXshoko

[Verse]

Hakumura Kaga had grown up in this house. It had seen him as a sweet little thing, running around this living room in diapers and, from what he could tell from old photos, a fan with rainbow blades. He had hidden behind a long gone couch, which had stood on the windowside of this room, when mom played with him. That time she couldn't find him and he saw her cry from behind the armrest. He remembered that, didn't need old pictures to remind him. The same woman sat in a new couch now, on the shadowed side of the room. Beside her husband. Hakamura Kio, the head of their family, though Kaga would contest that if given half the chance.

It seemed that chance was coming now.

There had been a time when he'd dread coming home like this. The hall just before the lifted floors looked into the livingroom, as did the kitchen, separated from it only with a hip-height island and its drawers. Where mom would cook while dad would watch something. If he entered from the main door, and they were both staunchly sitting in the couch, straight-backed and stern, his heart would drop. Not that it happened often, when he was still that sweet little thing. Their sweet little thing.

But Kaga had another family now, one he lorded over. The boy who was technically an adult despite not leaving his teens yet, towered over most of his contemporaries. Long limbs and vast shoulders, though he retained that youthful slenderness. Today he'd draped a gray t-shirt over it. The jacket hung in the hall, over his shoes. He knew what this might be about. He'd done a number of things to deserve this kind of parental attention. There'd been organized theft, robbery and, his favorite, violence. Boys his age responded well to that, and there was plenty in Kaga to give. The angular features of his face were made even more so by his black hair being tied back, though it was barely long enough to be contained by the black rubber band. So when he looked at his parents, standing in front of the TV, he looked every bit the menace they were going to confront him about.

He folded his arms over a now rotten and elated heart and looked from his buxom mother to his large father. Kaga had inherited Kio's skeleton, even though the son had yet to fill it out with Kio's heft, Kaga did have a handful of inches on him. His head tilted and the grin that showcased the teeth that a short stint of braces a decade ago had fixed, out of their pocket, let them know just how much their son was lacking in remorse. He like to think of the other boys's face when he beat them soft, or the girls's expression when he held them down and filled them up. The night out there had so many new experiences for him. He almost blamed these two for teaching him to be good before teaching him to have fun. But he'd discovered it on his own. In spades.

"So, what do you guys have on your mind?" he asked, his voice stoic to start but with that hooligan pitch at the end. This confrontation was a long time coming, he hadn't really been subtle and it was just a matter of time before the parents of the other boys told.

 

[Shoko]

The two of them were silent, television off as their delinquent son walked in through the front door. Akoya, Kaga's mother, looked irate. Her husband sighed as she stood up and walked over to him, clearly displeased. She gripped the neck of his shirt and pulled him close, looking down at the boy before closing her eyes with a pained expression on her face. She exhaled and let him go, sighing heavily, feeling defeated. "The hell is wrong with you...What did I do wrong...? I tried so hard to raise you to be a good kid...and I find out that you're...fucking...beating people up and raping people!? You're JUST LIKE HIM." Kaga didn't know that Kio wasn't his real father and it killed her to watch him become like his actual father. That remark stung Kio. "Why...Why the hell are you like this...tell me what im doing wrong...Tell me what I did or didn't do to make you like this...?" She didn't have the heart to hurt her child. Didn't have the heart to punish him. She just wanted to know how she failed him as a mother; what she could do to fix it.

 

[Verse]

Kaga wasn't afraid of them, if he was worried about reprimand his list of offenses would never have grown as much as it had, but there was something in him that stirred in the moment of their silence as they sat there. Maybe it was anticipation. Because he didn't really know how either of them would react. His parents would show a united front, as always. Mom had her irritated expression on. Her pretty face over her ridiculous tits. She rarely looked like that at him. Her precious boy. He'd barely kept up with that charade, lately.

But there was an affection in him for the woman that stood up, that gave him that signature, unintended jiggle of her tits when she came over. Today he didn't pretend not to see it. He looked her in the eye, though, when she talked about him. Akoya was disappointed with her pup. He couldn't help but grin wider when she talked about his accolades. Yes. That was his body of work. He looked back at her when she pulled him and straightened out when she let go. This was perhaps the harshest she'd been with him.

Maybe she thought the guilt of it would have him on his knees, or be fundamental in some positive change. But Kaga had already changed. This monster was her son, now. He looked her up and down. "I'll tell you what you could do, mom." he said and then threw a look his father's way. Kaga pushed closer to his mother, her tits pressing on his diaphragm as he looked down at her. "How about you take that top off? You'll have my attention then."

And if she rejected the offer, she would feel a stinging slap to her face, courtesy of her son's quick, large palm.

 

[Shoko]

Akoya was caught off guard by him pressing up against him, her massive chest squishing against him. Her cheeks flushed a bit as her twenty year old son towered over her. Akoya was quite tall for a woman, damn near 6 feet...which was what made this all the worse for her. This size difference, as much as she hated to admit it...did things to her. She took a step back, eyes sharpening as she opened her mouth to chastise him. At the same time her husband stood up, unable to believe what he just said. before his mother could say anything...

Smack!

Her eyes widened as her son's hand crossed her face. Her frozen in shock from being slapped by her son. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!? THAT'S YOUR MOTHER!!" He shouted, storming towards the young devil, looking to punish him himself. His mom's bladed eye trailed back to him, unable to believe her own child just slapped her. There was a soft blush on her face... could have been from the contact...but her nipples which were already pressed against her top stiffened a bit. Finally, Kaga had broke. He could no longer hold back anymore. He was gonna make his mother his bitch tonight, whether her father liked it or not~

 

[Verse]

He noticed by the way she backed off and considered him toe to top that she'd seen their difference in size now. She had been larger than him for most of his life. He had felt safe with her but there was this nagging part of him that had always wanted, no, meant to conquer her. That intent radiated from his body now, after intimate contact with the breasts that had raised him. He caught her lips in the act of telling him off, but that's not how this worked anymore. He looked at his father, standing up, but it did nothing to stop the son's arm from twitching out, long and far, and coming back in with a flash and smack to her pretty face.

She looked every bit the woman she didn't want her son to see her as with her round, surprised mouth and the budding burning on her cheeks. Since it was both, it couldn't just be from the little pain he'd caused her to turn her head. He nodded to look at her welcoming nipples, beckoning him from inside the top. She was just a woman, after all, she couldn't help it when she was chastised by a real man. When Kyo came at him, with the madness of a father seeing his son hit his mother, Kyo's wife, Kaga stepped into his path to intercept him. It was easy to avoid the older man's arms and to plant Kaga's balled fist into his stomach. Kyo went down on his knees, coughing. Kaga looked over his shoulder at Akoya with a threatening expression around his eyes.

He reached out to her and pulled her in, to make her stand infront of her kneeling husband. Kaga took his place behind his mother, so he could look over her at the fallen husband. Kaga's arm wrapped around her neck to keep her in place, and his other hand stroked up her stomach, into her top. He was eager to palm her fat breast, and when his fingers got a good hold, and his palm pressed against her nipple, Kyo would see the movements under the fabric.

 

[Shoko]

What she saw was nothing short of an utter shock. Before she could fully recover from the shock of her son slapping her, her son planted his fist into his own father's stomach! Her eyes widened as she saw it happen over her shoulder. She turned around and ran to her husband, flinching as he glared back at her. What on earth happened...? Why are things like this...?

Ever since he had his growth spurt last year things were changing. He was emboldened by his newly gained height. He used to be shorter than her...now he was a full head taller than her and half a head taller than her husband! Her hands instinctively moved to cover her mouth as Kio dropped to his knees, grunting in pain. She whimpered and pushed passed her son, attempting to go to her husband but was grabbed by her son and pulled back into him. She whimpered, feeling his arm wrap around her, his arm resting over her massive breasts. Her cheeks flushed heavily. This feeling...this feeling of a man taller than her. It was something she only got to experience once before...Kaga's real father...It made her knees feel weak. She quivered as his hand pressed against her soft, sexy abs, slowly sliding up her belly, under her top. She was dressed as modestly as someone with her kind of body possibly could. Her fingers were between her teeth, feeling so so humiliated, her body frozen, her nipples swollen and hard as her body was reminded of a sensation she hadn't been able to feel since marrying her husband.

His fingers sank into her breasts, his palm rubbing against her rock hard nipple. "K-Kio-kun..." She moaned out softly, pushing her gigantic ass against Kaga, trying to push him back but to no avail. She felt so helpless, so powerless in her son's arms. She couldn't believe how talented he was with his hands. He had her paralyzed with the way he touched her. Her thick thighs squished against one another as she did her best to hide her pussy getting wet in her thong. "Kaga...please...stop this...this isn't right...I'm your mother...I gave birth to you..." She moaned out in her angelic, silky soft voice.

 

[Verse]

He was a bit proud to be showing both of them what he could do. There was this juvenile glee and sense of accomplishment when his mother's eyes blew wide at his actions, and when his father folded over his punch. Even though they weren't proud, their appalment and big emotions on it bolstered his chest. They were finally learning who he was. Mom rushed for the kneeling, older man, but before she could kelp Kio, Kaga saw her well-shaped body, and swiped her, and pulled her to him. She was too confused to put up much of a fight. He handled her without much trouble, because her sputtering reactions kept her still for him.

She was paralyzed when he held her to him, and that made it easier for him to just take what he wanted. His mother's skin was soft, and warm underneath her shirt. Maybe he'd received her genetic blessings because the abs his fingers rapped on their way up her torso were similar to the ones she was pressed back on, on his. She smelled good because of her distress but there was also an alluring puff of sweat and hormones coming out of her, as he nuzzled her temple and pushed the arm wound around her down on her tits. She could have move about or twisted, but she stayed obediently still. Because she wanted this, whether she would admit it or not. So he had no trouble getting what he wanted under her white shirt, glomming tightly onto her enormous breast. He huffed with approval when her buttcheeks in her pants nibbled at his cock when she pushed back on him.

Her pretty protests weren't worth much to him, not in that voice. He grinned at his father that was looking up at them, and then turned his own head to face the side of his mother's, and licked it from her jaw to her ear. "I do whatever I want because you're my mother." he hissed and pulled at her nipple. The hand eventually had to let go of the generous wealth of fat tit to push her shirt up over the breast so he could continue to fondle it harshly out in the open, where the state of her approving, rock hard nipple would be visible to all. Her mass welled up between his fingers as they squeezed her, and learned her texture. It made Kio gargle from where he sat in front of them, on his knees.

The arm around her neck drew tighter, not quite to cut off all her oxygen, but definitely to threaten her, and to make breathing harder. Once she was secured to him like this he pushed harder into her ass so she'd feel the bulge of her son growing against her ass. The hand that now smelled like her breast came down again, undoing the drawstring of her pants and then pushing in, between her skin and her panties. The digits would mold around her labia, effectively cupping her cunt, mashing into the outer lips to part them, and push the inner folds out a bit. He snickered in her ear. "Oh, mom, you're a fucking slut, aren't you?" he mocked her, when he detected her wetness. "You act all innocent, but with this kind of body, you could only ever be a whore in your heart."

 

[Shoko]

She couldn't help but to squirm a bit as his arms just completely wrapped around her, squishing into her giant mounds but the more she squirmed the tighter he got. She struggled against him as he called her out for being a perfect and tired meekly to pull away from him but instead his arms pressed down her breasts while the other one pulled tighter against her neck, making her getting a bit from the pain. she did her best to squish her thighs together, her tits bouncing in place after his arm squished down under her breasts, her nipples hard and swollen as they were fully exposed to the air. She squirmed and whimpered as his fingers squeezed against her fat, hairless pussy, showing her husband how much of a slut her body was! her pussy gushed, his fingers were soaked. she was being turned on by being raped by her own son in front of her husband! Being slapped by him was enough to make her nipples stiffen. This attitude was just flipping her bitch switch easy the hell on... She tried speaking her ass against his crotch repeatedly to try and push him off of her but all she could feel was his monster erection stuffed into her cavernous ass! "Please... do something... help me..." She pleaded to her husband who was just lying there doing nothing. She whimpered and tried slamming her hips against him again, not it only felt good to the both of them, and the n more she slammed her giant ass against her son, the harder he squeezed her throat, making the tighter her pussy became, moaning the more her pussy would drool ~

 

[Verse]

He noticed her little squirming, but he also noted what resistance she wasn't offering for this abominable act. It was all said in the silence and lack of fighting. If she had really hated it, she would have been livid. Instead she meekly tried to assert herself by pushing against him, using her clothed asscheeks to rub his cock. That wouldn't have staved off any assailant, let alone one as motivated as Kaga.

He liked controlling her by her throat, and relished in deciding whether or not she breathed, but he wasn't applying that much of a squeeze to her that she could excuse being this careful still. No, this wasn't fear that was paralyzing her, it was something else. And he knew exactly what it was when he felt the slick around her cunt. He grunted with an animalistic affection into his mother's ear when his fingers rubbed together in the healthy honey she'd leaked when being dominated by her little boy.

He let her work her ass against him however much she wanted, and then he pushed her pants down further, exposing her sloppy pussy to the man in front of them. Kaga's long fingers were slathered with proof of Akoya's perversions, despite what her meager protests might say. He showed the lines of dew hanging between the digits to the father who still knelt, looking in disbelief at the scene of his family disintegrating.

The hand of the arm keeping her neck in place slid and moved quickly, so he could grasp her jaw instead, pushing fingers into her cheeks to make her grimace cutely, bunching up her lips and cheeks toward the kneeling man, all the while keeping her to Kaga with the low of the same arm squishing against her tits. He was still rolling the thumb of his other hand, soaked in cunt juices, for both of the parents to see.

"One weak father and a whore mother. I guess it's up to me to teach this family." he said, dark voice disappointed. He nuzzled his mother's cheek possessively. Then the slick hand returned to her cunt, this time inserting tow fingers, curling into her soaked crevice all the way to their knuckles. He looked down at his father as he started pulling inward and upward, finger fucking the hole that had birthed him.

 

[Shoko]

The thing she hated the most was the fact that this was actually turning her the the hell on. Her husband was remarkably boring and plain and while that never actually bothered her before. all of that changed when she met her son's true father. He turned her into a real closet slut with the way he treated her. Made her addicted to his cock, playing with her body as if he owned it, rewarding her with kisses and praise when she behaved. Just like Kaga's real father, he'd have his strong arms around her body, pinning her against him, showing her how helpless she truly was against him. her nipples became so hard as her body would remember all the things he did to her, all the ways he'd touch her.

She grit her teeth and threw her head back, eyes behind her head as his fingers dug into her pussy but he wouldn't let her. Her son gripped her jaw and squished her cheeks with his fingers, puckering up her lips and making her knees wobble as her pussy grew more and more perverted, leaking down all over her voluptuous thighs.
Her eyes were closed tight, not wanting to see her husband who was just watching, doing nothing as his son molested his own wife like he owned her. Hell...at this point that was exactly what he was telling Kio. 'I own her. not you.'

He nuzzled her cheek, making her heart pound. She couldn't help but absolutely love all of this. Naturally she did her best to pretend like she didn't but then he stuck his fingers deep inside of her making her gasp and cry out. His fingers pushed in to the hilt, making her pussy gush somewhat as her underused hole suddenly received so much stimulation all at once. Her fleshy bumpy walls tightened against his fingers as a far more voracious fluid gushed out all over his hand. She panted heavily, having climaxed from having her neglected honey pot stirred.
Her face was blood red. She looked so humiliated. Her body was basically admitting to everyone in the room that she was woefully unsatisfied. The truth was...she couldn't even feel her husband when they had sex. Or rather...it felt incredibly dissatisfying. Her ass was so big it actively interfered with him with inserting his 4 inches in her ass. He was the only one who ever got off when they had sex and she just had to say nothing. This was the first time her husband saw her climax...and it was only from two fingers. He actually had her aroused!

 

[Verse]

She fell apart for his touches. Her body understood its place against him. How many scenes just like this had he dreamt up while under this roof? His fingers were diligent inside her cunt, now that she made it hard, when she was drooling from her pussy down her legs. That alone should be telling her just what kind of woman she was now, and what kind of relationship they'd have. His mother's juicy approval bolstered the son's confidence, even when he was already a monster in that regard. Her skull felt light in his grip and the flesh of her face gave just as easily for his prodding, controlling fingers as her lower lips had. It was fun to play this game with mommy. Akoya was finally becoming useful to him again. If she'd just turned into this sooner, their relationship would have been much better. No male should have this kind of control over their parents, but right now he could claim his mom however he wanted, bury her in his own lusts and enact them to his heart content. A slave given to him by nature. And while the struggle should have been greater from his kneeling father, this was about the true level between them. Kyo would never have stood a chance.

Kaga inhaled when she made her noises of shrill approval for his fingers. It had to be a rather good show for Kyo, staring at his wife being finger-fucked into oblivion by the boy they'd both raised. Suppose this was the ultimate punishment for failing to bring your kid up the right way. Though Kaga would argue that he'd always been this kind of person, and it would have reared its head sooner or later, no matter their parental performance. His mother was so slick it would have been a waste not go knuckle deep. "You sound like you need this, mom." he said into her ear and wouldn't relent on the pace as his fingertips pushed against a dipping wall inside her cunt.

He gasped when her glittering fluids drowned his hand in a push. She couldn't even pretend not to like it now! He laughed into her ear and then looked down at his father. "Look at what a whore you married, dad!" he mocked and then shook his head, looking at the recently orgasmed woman. "You should feel ashamed, cumming for your son like that." But was there any greater proof of adulthood, than a son making his mom cum so easily? She was certainly no authority to him.

And then, while his mother was seething over her own embarrassment, he pushed his knee to the back of hers to make her kneel on the floor in front of Kyo. For this Kaga had to let her go. Now husband and wife were face to face, but they wouldn't be locking eyes undisturbed for long. Kaga stood beside them, and inserted his half hard cock to both their views. It was a gargantuan limb, bowing, but even then it was a behemoth. Menacing veins littered it, and the fat head seemed heavy, even for the girthy shaft. The head was dark in comparison to the rest of the organ and the balls were a tight, divided sack. "Is this what you wanted, mom?" he asked, to see her reaction. He moved his hips to make the large object swing a bit, all but hitting her in the face. It'd be enough for her to smell the hormonal skin.

 

[Shoko]

Her face was beet red as he called her a whore, humiliated her like that in front of her husband. She parted her lips to say something but before she could her knee gave out from her son's actions, causing her to collapse in front of her husband. Her eyes sharpened as she looked upon her pathetic husband, unable to believe he was just letting this happen, when suddenly a Titanic, frankly monstrous cock appeared before her very eyes!

Her face went blood red, her eyes wide open as she saw that incredibly thick arm bounce and Bob before her very eyes. even her husband was shocked at what he was looking at! this thing was insane! Not to mention the fact that our reeked!! it smelt so good to his mother yet so bad to his father. Still, she snapped out of it, shook her head hard, stood up and slapped him Or at least, that's what she attempted to do. "Are you out of your mind!!? What the hell possessed you do behave like this!!?" She cried out before trying to slap him with her other hand. "And you!! What the fuck is wrong with you!!? grow a fucking nut sack and discipline your fucking son!!" She shouted, unable to believe any of this was even real!

 

[Verse]

He liked that he could affect his mother like this. And it was also delicious, running off his tongue, that word. Whore. It wouldn't have held any weight if she didn't take offense. Something boyish in him wanted her reaction, to be able to rouse her, just like when she pretended to be scared when he was just learning those kinds of games, running after her in this same room. But now it was something else, now it tickled him in a new way. He'd shared it with younger women, and watched them be pulled down by his tastes, and seen himself grow from it. Now he got to put that experience against his mother, becoming her elder in this game. He'd teach her now, and that kind of inheritance of power bolstered his pride and confidence.

Of course, when her breasts jiggled within their flimsy containment upon her landing on her knees, he'd also dominated her physically. He'd never brought his mother down before. Her tart look turning chocked was more flattery than any son should receive from his mother. Just her expression of what looked like fear made the cock harden and raise an inch. She couldn't look away from the flesh that was about to give her something a mother should never have from her son. Both of his parents were hit by the scent around it. Dad recoiled, disgusted and mom seemed enamored by it for an instance. How perverted.

She came alive then, getting free from the trance his cock-perfume had set her in. He caught the hand that came for him, he caught both. And then he laughed when she screamed down at the still kneeling father. Kaga waited for Kyo to finally stand, and then Kaga let go of his mother's hands so one of his could whack and span both parent's faces. In one motion he slapped them both, and it'd be enough power to have them on the floor.

He then picked up his livid mother, standing tall over her, her on her knees again, and pressed her face against the underside of his cock, so he was looking down at her, eclipsed by his monstrous dick. One of her eyes was obscured by the flesh-rod. She'd have her sinuses full of her son's musk now. He held her head from both sides and rubbed it up and down his length, chin and lips on his balls sometimes. Her skull wasn't nearly enough to span the entire reach of his cock. "You need to take care of your son, Akoya." he said, darkly, calmly.

 

[Shoko]

Kyo stumbled as he was hit by his son. Ako on the other hand was tripped up and landed on her fat ass before having her hair pulled over to his dick. Her eyes widened as half her face has been totally makes by her child's massive cock. She couldn't believe how big he was! Kyo wasn't even half as big by any metric! Kyo was basically a child compared to Kaga!

Kyo quickly recovered but... it was then he was completely and utterly emasculated. He saw Kaga's battering ram and felt hopelessly interior. He was reminded hope his cock was too pathetic to even knock her up! But Kaga's...! it looked big enough to use her womb as a cock sock! He knew if he let that monster dick inside his wife, she'd break. She was always a size queen after all... it would be like giving a received succubus a fat cock after a decade of piety!

The smell was driving her crazy! her pussy was aching and leaking as her tongue instinctively passed against the base of his cock as she moaned out; "Yew Duhn geh ho kall me shat..." She chastised him wine uncontrollably licking his fat dick up and down, indulging in his delicious taste and the mind numbing smell of her son's cock. She was still his mother after all... that much didn't change... but... that argument was hard to sell when she was looking like this probably...

 

[Verse]

There was real pride in him, almost the giddy kind, though executed through a young man's exterior, when he finally let them see how much he'd grown. He had no doubt he was the master animal in this pack of three, but he wanted Kyo to know exactly how much lower then Kaga he was. It was the basest of shows of power, but that meant it was also the most time honored and instinctively impactful. It was simple; the better man has the bigger cock. And that would make Kyo an urchin to Kaga's king.

And mother's expression was priceless! The kind of approval she didn't mean to give, that a mother should never give to her son. And now she stayed there, like the weight of his cock kept her head in place. He could see the focus leave her eyes when her skull filled up with the pissy scent of his hormones and sweat. All the personal things he was made of flooded his mother's nostrils and it was turning her beautiful brain into mush. How could she ever had thought she'd get away from this fate?

Her pussy was making a dark stain against her blue pants, those bulbous labia harboring a streak between them to tell of her growing perversions. There was no doubt to anyone who'd see that Akoya was afflicted with a very forbidden lust, no matter how poorly she denied it. Kaga grunted when she started worshipping him with her tongue, and her dumb words wafted hot air at him from below. He hadn't event told her to do that. She just couldn't stop herself, couldn't deny what she was biologically prompted to do. The cock was hard now, grown even more, and wanted to stand at a straighter angle than her head allowed, which meant the meaty monster was pushing down on her. "I don't?" he asked her and lifted the base of his cock and then slapped the whole thing down on her face again. She had the ability to move, but she didn't.

He moved his hips back, slathering her saliva over her cheek until the head of the cock was pushing against her lips. "Comon, mom. I made you supper. Aren't yo going to eat it?" he asked and then looked over at the pathetic man she'd married. "Enjoying the show, dad?" he asked. "Are you gonna do something? Are you hungry too?"