Late afternoon, two days later.
The house was quiet. Shin-chan had come home early from cram school, complaining of a stomach ache. Sarada tucked him into bed with a cold towel on his forehead, then retreated to the kitchen, hands shaking as she tried to act normal.
She hadn't slept. Tanaka had come again yesterday while the boys were at school. And the day before that. Each time rougher, each time filming. Her pussy and ass both ached; faint bruises ringed her hips in the shape of fingerprints. She wore a long cardigan even in the summer heat to hide the marks.
"Mom…?" Shin-chan's small voice drifted from his room.
Sarada hurried in. He was sitting up, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
"I feel hot… and weird down there again."
She knew exactly what he meant. Ever since the bath incident, Shin-chan had been getting random erections he didn't understand. He was embarrassed, but he always came to her because "Mommy knows everything."
Sarada's heart twisted. She sat on the edge of the bed.
"Let me see, baby."
Shin-chan pushed the blanket down and tugged his pajama pants low. His little cock (much smaller than Yu-chan's) stood straight up, angry red and twitching.
"It hurts when it does that…" he whimpered.
Sarada swallowed hard. The room smelled faintly of Tanaka's cologne still clinging to her skin. Guilt and exhaustion warred inside her chest.
Then something dark, exhausted, and hungry won.
"Come here, sweetheart," she whispered, voice trembling. "Mommy will make the hurt go away."
She pulled her cardigan off, revealing the same thin tank top from days ago, nipples dark and visible through the fabric. Shin-chan's eyes widened.
Sarada leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. Soft, motherly kisses that slowly turned lingering. Shin-chan squirmed, confused but trusting.
"Mommy…?"
"Shhh. It's okay. Close your eyes."
She took his small hand and guided it under her top, pressing his palm to one heavy breast. His fingers curled instinctively around the soft weight.
"So big…" he breathed, exactly like Yu-chan had.
Sarada closed her eyes, shame flooding her, but she didn't stop. She lifted the tank top, baring both breasts, and guided Shin-chan's face to her nipple.
"Suck, baby. Like when you were little."
Shin-chan latched on immediately, mouth hot and eager. He nursed hungrily, little tongue flicking, making Sarada's breath hitch. Her hand slid down his belly and wrapped gently around his stiff little cock.
He moaned around her nipple.
She stroked him slowly, feather-light, the way she used to stroke Yu-chan in the bath. Shin-chan's hips jerked; his sucking grew frantic.
"M-Mommy… it's happening… the tingly thing…"
Sarada pumped faster, leaning close so her lips brushed his ear.
"Let it come out, Shin-chan. Squirt all your white pee into Mommy's hand. Be a good boy."
With a high, broken cry, Shin-chan came, thin ropes of watery cum streaking across her fingers and his pajama shirt. His whole body shook.
Sarada kept stroking until he went limp, then licked her fingers clean without thinking, eyes distant.
Shin-chan stared up at her, dazed and worshipful.
"Did… did I do good?"
"You did perfect," she whispered, voice cracking.
She tucked him back in, kissed his forehead again, and stood on unsteady legs.
In the hallway she leaned against the wall, tears finally spilling.
Her phone vibrated.
Unknown number:
[New video – 4:32 duration]
Caption: "Bring the older one to my house tomorrow after the kids sleep. Or this goes to their school group chat tonight."
Sarada pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle the sob.
She looked back at Shin-chan's door, then at Yu-chan's room down the hall.
Both of her boys.
Both now inside her in ways no mother should ever allow.
And tomorrow, Tanaka would have them both on camera too.
She slid down the wall until she sat on the floor, legs splayed, cardigan open, breasts still out, cum drying on her fingers.
Quietly, hopelessly, she started to cry.
[To Be Continued]