No Consequences Hentai Logic World Chapter 2

Yawning, you walked into the kitchen. Breakfast was, of course, already ready and it smelled heavenly, like most everything your Stepmother produced. Really, what a lucky fool, your father was, for remarrying to such a wonderful woman after your mother tragically passed away.

But his loss was your gain, as his job now and suddenly kept him out of the house at all times, for weeks if not months at a time, only coming home for a couple of days at the longest. 

It had led to a wonderful and exciting life, as you found yourself truly and thoroughly enjoying the nature of the world that surrounded you, and the almost exclusively beautiful women who inhabited it.

Your inability to recall your classmates' faces had long since ceased being a concern, as you realized that realistically, the only people you truly cared about were your closest confidants.

And boy were you close to them. 

No matter what you did and how far you went, each and every time, you chuckled perversely to yourself, it seemed like it just would create a single moment of rage, an instant response, but not much else.

Rina could be mad at you, apocalyptically angry even, and had more than once slapped, punched, kicked or otherwise assaulted you... but you'd never been injured, even once, despite her slaps frequently knocking you into walls, that would give way before you even got a scratch, or even if she did cause an injury, it would fade away in mere seconds.

Watching your stepmother do the dishes as you settled on your lazy sunday morning, you saw her thick, shapeful backside swinging as she hummed.

You'd thoroughly and extensively tested the world's logic with Rina, and your homeroom teacher, but today you wanted to go after a different sort of game.

Unstealthily, you crept behind your stepmother as she worked, and your hands found her hips.

"Oh!" she was surprised, and you could've sworn she came this close to letting out a girlish 'eep!' as you interrupted her.

With no small amount of confidence, you began to explore her backside. "Oh, I'm sorry," you said, almost innocently. "Did I break your concentration?"

Shivering a little underneath her touch, she stood perfectly still. "This... this is inappropriate," she said, "I'm your mother..."

You smiled, and didn't stop, your hands leaving her hips and ass to sneak forward, under her apron, massaging her melons through the sweater that barely contained them. "Not by blood..." you whispered.

"B-but," she tried, "I'm- I'm a married woman, I can't!"

All those days fapping to every hentai you could find were serving you well now. Such a classic scenario, the beautiful neglected housewife, submissive, attractive and desperate for some warmth and affection. You'd waited months, knowing she was stewing in her own juices.

You had to swallow your own desire, having to make do with unsatisfying wanks, when she called for her darling during the cold and lonely nights, easily heard through the thin walls.

You'd even found yourself fapping to the direct image of her touching herself while her face was buried in her husband's pillow

Your father was a fool, but then, he'd always been easily led by the prospect of career advancement, even before the world had changed, and had only further lost himself, finding a remarriage with an old flame to be too easy and simple, becoming complacent.

Disgusting, how he could ignore such a needy slut as your stepmother.

"I- I shouldn't!" 

"Yamiko," you said, her name whispered next to her ear sending shivers down her spine. "You deserve better," you said, your tongue tracing her earlobe. "You deserve a man who appreciates you, who gives this sexy and horny body what it truly desires."

She trembled as you pressed your thick, hard cock against her clearly defined asscrack, the skirt she wore almost painted on. You began grinding against her while mauling her breasts savagely, enjoying ever little moan and gasp as she tried to pretend she wasn't enjoying every second. 

For a moment, you feared that common sense would prevail, as she seemed to open her mouth to protest, but then she shut it.

After all... 

Such was this world.

"Do you feel it?" you asked, pressing yourself harder against her, pressing her against the kitchen counter. "Do you feel how much I want you?"

"We... we can't..." she weakly protested.

"Oh my lovely Yamiko, dearest stepmother," you said, your voice charged with your peaking lust. "We can, we absolutely can," you said, licking your lips next to her ear. "The question is, should we?"

She shivered. "We... we..."

"We shouldn't," you said. "This is a forbidden love, betrayal against the man you swore to be loyal to," you continued. "It's so very wrong, so very naughty..."

One of your hands went to your fly, and you unzipped it open, revealing your cock, and you were quite amazed at how it was able to spring free so easily, how you were caused no pain whatsoever nor problems, for wearing no underwear, how you never caught yourself on the zipper... really, you wouldn't exactly complain about not growing pubes anymore thanks to the side benefits.

Your cockhead dripped clear precum on her skirt. 

She moaned as she felt your raw heat, and you hiked up her skirt, revealing a purple thong.

"Oh, such showy panties," you said, your hand playing with her thick, meaty asscheek, the perfect combination of a soft, round globe, with just the right amount of firmness, a soft, pillowy cushion that you would love to feel smack against your hips. "Were you planning to seduce anyone with them?"

"N-Noooo," she said. "They're... I just like them... I like how it feels..."

"You like how it feels to be attractive, to be desired..." you whispered. "You like that I want you, don't you? You like making me hard every night, making me need to matters into my own hands... you're such a bad, naughty mom," you said. "You've been torturing your son this long..."

Ah, you could see the cogs turn. You could see how such a simple, easy argument was somehow impeccable and flawless in her mind.

To her, it just made perfect logical sense. What you said was a simple truth.

She was making you horny, and it was her duty as your mother to deal with it.

"R-right..." she said. "I'm sorry... so sorry, my son," she said, moaning as she turned around. "Please... allow me... to make up for it..." she was panting even as your hands left her tits, and you and her swapped positions.

Now, you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, while she, still with her skirt hiked up and angling herself such that you could see her thong clad ass peek just behind her, crouched before you, legs spread in a familiar M pose.

She looked up at you from her position, as your pole towered over her, and she seemed enraptured by its sight. "Such a thick, strong penis," she said. "You're even bigger than your father."

"I'm better than him in every way," you agreed. "I will show you love like he never could..."

"Yes..." she said, her mouth opening and her drool accumulating, as she salivated at the thought of sampling your cock. "Allow me..."

She leaned forward, and her lips captured your length, and you had to fight not to cum immediately.

Her left hand rested on your thigh. Her right, on the base of your cock, her pointer finger and thumb incapable of closing around the thick shaft she was fellating.

With hollow cheeks, she applied intense suction, draining the small amount of precum that had accumulated but not quite been ejected from your urethra yet. 

Dozens of blowjobs from Rina and Hana had not prepared you for the work of a true mature woman, for the intense and potent desire and lust that she unleashed upon you, as she began impaling her own throat on your cock, and there was no better term for it.

She could swallow you immediately to the base, and if she was the slightest bit uncomfortable, she didn't show it, though as her throat massaged and pleasured your cock, you could turn your head so slightly to see the bulge forming on her neck, knowing just how deep you could reach down this woman's thro

The dirty, nasty wet sounds of her sloppy blowjob accompanied the spittle and saliva that flew from your union, and you could only tighten your muscles to try not to be overwhelmed, the beautiful visage of a woman loving every second she spent servicing your cock perhaps the most captivating sight you'd ever experienced.

"Aaagh, you're the best, you're the best cocksucker I've ever had!"

She pulled back, her hand now stroking you with a quick and efficient rhythm, your spit slick cock easily allowing her hand to glide back and forth, creating even more wet and nasty sounds as she swallowed your combined juices. "Mmmm, your cock is the best I've ever sucked!" she said. "I could suck you off forever!"

"How about every morning?" you said, giving her a cheeky smile.

"Yes, yes," she said, nodding. "That sounds wonderful!"

Oh, wow, you actually almost hadn't expected that to work.

"It's only right, if dreams of my sinful body are to assault you, then I should take responsibility!"

Wow. You hadn't even had to invent the bullshit excuse, she came up with it all on her own!

"Fuck," you nearly screamed, your hands grabbing at her head, and taking over the process. Harder and even more brutal than you'd ever fucked anyone before, you used your stepmother's throat like the highest quality onahole in the world.

You could almost see in your mind's eye, the excessive flood of fluids that exploded from her cunt as you began to use her, as you slaked your lusts on her willing and pliant body, as you gave her what she had been wanting for so very long, what she'd been denied.

The sounds of her gagging on your cock, of her choking as her air supply ran out, they were like music to your ears, and not even for an instant did she do anything to try to pull back, to remove herself from your cock.

Truly and completely, she gave everything of herself to this blowjob, that had turned into a brutal facefuck.

"Get ready!" you called, "I'm gonna give you your breakfast mom!"

Her throat vibrated around your cock with her shameful response, and you could feel yourself approaching climax.

"Arrrg, I'm cumming! Swallow it all! Don't spill even a drop!"

She hummed her assent, and you hilted yourself, loudly groaning as the most potent orgasm you'd had yet exploded, your balls almost itching but your entire body awash in pleasure, as if you had melted and the only thing that remained was your cock, safely and lovingly secured in a warm and wet, heavenly heat.

Again and again your balls pulsed, working overtime to feed the slutty bitch that called herself your stepmother, working to give her the reward she'd worked so hard for, the almost audible squirting sound of your high volume ejaculation and her moans and panicked attempts at swallowing your thick spunk, the only sounds to be heard after you lost your voice.

All good things must end, however, and you found yourself catching your breath, pulling away, but not before spurting a last shot on her mouth for her to taste. Your dominant hand grasped at your cock, and after taking aim, you gave it a couple of pumps to work out the last few bits of cum, splattering them on her face, much to her joyful approval.

She worked the semen in her mouth, tasting, savouring and delighting in it, until she was satisfied, until it was the only thing that she could taste anymore, and then opened her mouth, showing you the thick and plentiful seed in her mouth.

With a loud gulping noise, she swallowed it, and then opened her mouth again to show you it was fully empty.

You grinned at her. "That's definitely a way to make up for your sexy body..."

She smiled proudly at you. "I'm really glad you could open up to me," she said. "Please, whenever you're feeling pent up..."

You nodded. She was seemingly a bit wobbly at the knees, so she used the counter and your help to get back on her feet. Her thong was a total loss, however, as her fluids had ruined it.

She slipped it off, though it was clear she would need a shower.

Yet another of the advantages of this weird and strange world, you mused, as you slipped yourself back into your pants. Despite the fact that she stank of sex, that she was stained all over, that her panties were a sodden mess...

You were spotless, and didn't even smell like sweat.

Well, you weren't about to complain. You pulled your cellphone from your pocket, and read your text messages. A few mobs talking about the latest movie or whatever...

Ah, there it was.

Rina said she and her friend Hana would be going to the public pool to enjoy the sunny and warm weather. You had yet to see Rina in a bikini, and you remembered that whenever you two visited the same beaches as children, she would always wear shirts and shorts over her swimsuits, not even taking them off to go into the water.

You wondered, then, what her choice of swimwear would be now...

Time to find out, as you packed your own swimming trunks - which you knew would somehow be comfortable despite being extremely tight and somehow nobody would notice your bulge except Rina.

What a world, what a world indeed!