When The Cherry Blossom Blooms

Over a year. Well over a year. Closer to two, since Hiroshi had even tried to touch her. Way, way longer than that since they had made love. He had never been very physically affectionate except initially and once she was pregnant with Daisuke the changes her body went through seemed increasingly to turn him off. It had become a distance between them that only grew wider as the years rolled on. But he was a good provider, and she had thought, a loyal husband.

Sakura's appearance befitted her name. Possessing the delicate beauty of the cherry blossom, and a naturally gentle disposition.

Sakura closed her eyes letting her fingers find their familiar way to her bush. She had worked hard to get her figure back after Daisuke's birth, and she was careful to remain fit once she had gotten it back. It was not unusual for men to hit on her, but she had always resisted. At 36 but feeling far older, she felt a cloying need that she wistfully and vainly hoped Hiroshi would recognize and fulfill.

Her fingers explored the moistened folds of her labia reaching inward to gather her honey and beginning to rub her clit. She let her mind wander. A man, a lover, faceless, yet familiar. He touches her with passion, making her body tremble with unbridled desire. She rubs harder and faster, rimming her hole every few strokes. She is almost there, a soft moan escaping her lips as she is plunged over the edge, stress melting away with the pleasure of her orgasm.

Daisuke peered through the slight opening in the doorway. It was not the first time he'd watched his mother masturbate. He knew the signs and had become attuned to them, reading the indication when it was there that it was probable that she was going to relieve herself in that way.

Although merely 18 and still technically a virgin, he knew how it worked. His friend Takumi's dad had given him some magazines. Not the skinny girls he'd dated in high school, but mature, delicious women, like his mom. And then there was the Internet. At Takumi's home, a couple of time's they'd watched some porn. Enough to know at least how things worked.

It gave Daisuke impure thoughts. He had tried to talk about it with his Father, but Hiroshi, had balked, looking uncomfortable and changing the subject. So, he'd asked Takumi's dad, who had told him about some of the basic ways to show a woman you're interested, and how to know if they're interested as well.

Daisuke put some of those things into action with his mom. At first out of curiosity, going out of his way to be helpful, doing random nice things for her, complimenting her appearance. Gauging her reaction, she always seemed appreciative of his small kindnesses toward her. He wasn't quite sure where he was going with this, or what it might lead to, but seeing her even marginally happier gave Daisuke a good feeling.

It also emboldened him somewhat.

"What's this?" Sakura had asked, taking the package from Daisuke's hands. It was gift wrapped.

"Just something I saw in a store. I thought you'd like it. So I picked it up after work." Daisuke replied.

Opening the gift she reached into the tissue paper and pulled out a top. It was satiny. It was skimpy. Sakura looked questioningly at Daisuke. "You want me to wear this?" She asked.

"Sure, I'm sure it'd look awesome on you. I knew it the second I saw it." Daisuke assured her.

"It's a little... scandalous, don't you think?" Sakura replied.

"You've got the figure for it, Mom. I think it'll really look perfect on you." Daisuke said. "Anyway, if you're too embarrassed to wear it in public, you could just wear it here."

She held it out in front of her. It was quite pretty. She couldn't think of the last time Hiroshi had bought anything for her. And her wardrobe was that of a simple housewife. "I'll think about it." She said, folding it and putting it back in the gift box.

Later in her room she tried it on. It was tight. The plunging neckline showed off her cleavage. Most of her boobs in fact, with her nipples clearly discernable through the sheer fabric. What was Daisuke thinking, she wondered. She cupped her breasts, raising them slightly. She couldn't help but feel the wetness starting between her legs. She did look hot.

It took a few days, but she finally worked up the courage to wear it around the house. Hiroshi just side-eyed her and cleared his throat. Daisuke found it hard to take his eyes off her, little left to the imagination about how she'd look topless.

Sakura was aware of Daisuke's stares. She knew it was inappropriate, but she was also flattered, and the frequency of her masturbatory adventuring had spiked from once in a while to a couple times a day if she could manage it. The top was soon in her normal rotation of clothes. She realized that it made her feel sexy, and a few times she caught herself acting in a flirtatious manner with Daisuke.

He was such a thoughtful son.

A couple weeks later Daisuke gave her the skirt. It was super short and clung to her like plastic wrap. It wasn't like anything she'd ever pick out for herself to wear, and she was sure that if she wasn't standing straight up that at least a portion of her panties would likely be on display.

In the blouse and skirt, in front of the mirror she smoothed her hands over her hips, feeling the soft fabric. She looked like one of those really expensive escorts. Somehow that thought really turned her on.

She had found Daisuke's stash of magazines and when she knew he was at work and she had some alone time, she'd leaf through a couple. Admiring the perfect women showing off their bodies so boldly. It made her horny, one hand turning pages, the other jilling off until she'd explode in a powerful orgasm.

Daisuke couldn't help but notice how Sakura's libido seemed to pick up, as he took baby steps down the path he'd finally decided on. He wanted his mother to be his girlfriend too. He wasn't sure how that would go over with her, or even how it word work if she wanted to, but he was determined to make his feelings known.

She held up his latest offering, a lacy black teddy, gorgeous but revealing in the extreme. Surely he didn't want her to model it for him, did he? She thought to herself.

"Daisuke, what do you mean by giving me all this sexy clothing?" Sakura said suspiciously when they were alone.

"Mom. I have a confession to make." Daisuke responded.

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Sometimes when you go into your room, the door drifts back open a little bit after you close it." He began.

"So?" she said.

"Sometimes I've seen what you're up to in there." He continued.

"Oh!" she responded.

"I've seen you play with yourself. And sometimes..." Daisuke began.

"What. What else." She demanded.

"I have some magazines. Photos of pretty women without clothes on." He said.

"And?" She feared where this was headed.

"I am careful to keep them in a specific order, and sometimes I go to look at them and they're out of order." Daisuke pointed out.

"Uh. Maybe your Father..." Sakura began.

"No." Daisuke said shaking his head slowly in the negative.

"How can you be so sure?" She rejoined.

"For a long time. Since my early teens I have wondered why Father doesn't show you any affection." He said.

"It's just his way. You know him..." She explained.

"It's not that simple. He spends a lot of time with his best friend, right? They've been friends for years." Daisuke commented.

"So?" she replied.

"So a little over a year ago, a friend saw them together in a bar." Daisuke continued.

"What's so unusual about that?" Sakura asked.

"It was the type of bar women don't go to. I know that Dad didn't mess with my magazines because Dad's not into girls. That's why he stopped touching you. It isn't anything you ever said or did." Daisuke looked down at his mother's pretty feet and then up into her eyes.

"I see..." Sakura said despondently. "That explains a lot. I should have figured this out a long time ago. What now?"

"Mom. Dad may not want to touch you... but I do." Daisuke confessed.

"That's not allowed. It's forbidden. It's wrong." She said, but she also felt in the pit of her stomach a reciprocal feeling. She wanted to feel a man's touch again, it had been so long, and she had realized that her son was now a man.

"I haven't acted on that desire. I have watched you in your sexy moments. Bought things for you to make you feel sexier. Tried to make you feel wanted. But I would be lying if I didn't say that when you flirt with me it sparks something within me. Feelings that I want my mother to be my girlfriend too." Daisuke admitted.

"That can't be. It's... wrong." Sakura said softly as Daisuke took both of her hands in his. She couldn't remember the last time another human being had touched her. Daisuke's hands were warm and strong, and trembled ever so slightly.

He pulled her closer until they were just inches apart, his face looking down at her. When had he gotten so tall? His eyes so deep brown, his lips just slightly parted. Then he leaned in. He kissed her mouth. She felt dizzy. She felt his embrace, felt him pull her closer, felt her tits against his chest, her nipples hardening as she felt herself flood with wetness.

He led her to the edge of the bed, sitting her down and then sitting next to her. He kissed her again letting their lips linger against each other. His hand finding her swelling breast, he teased her nipple beneath the layers of cloth. His touch, gentle but insistent, melting her resolve.

What was happening? What was wrong with her? She was letting her son undress her. His eyes wide with wonder as her bra came off and he could now see her torso in all of its perfect entirety. Her straight brown hair framing her pale features. He kissed her again, exploring her body with his hands as she surrendered to the glory of his touch.

She felt his kisses on her boobs, tingles as he lightly sucked and teased them, making her groan helplessly. So-what if it was her own son. He was making her feel wonderful. He was opening a world for her that she scarcely could imagine. A pleasure that eclipsed even the early times with Hiroshi.

Daisuke was fumbling with one hand trying to undo the buttons on her skirt. She reached down and popped them open letting him pull it off until she remained before him in nothing but her panties, which had a dark moistness where her juices were soaking through them. Daisuke took note of her wet panties. And soon, those too were off.

Daisuke gazed at the brown pubic hair that sat generously atop her pussy. That which he had only seen from a distance. Sliding down to the floor, he had her ease back on the bed, bringing his tongue to taste her pussy, which responded by growing even wetter. She was delicious. He kissed her clit, feeling her shiver against his lips. He eased his tongue inside her, hearing her groan, writhing against him, grinding her snatch on his face. She was close to cumming.

It had been so long. She scarcely remembered anything but her own fingers. Now she felt it drawing near. Riding the feeling like an eagle riding an updraft, soaring on the pleasure. She delayed the inevitable for as long as she could, knowing that it would only serve to enhance the intensity. And when she came, it was like a hot wet wave that set her adrift like a seashell tumbled by an ocean wave.

Daisuke had managed to get his shirt off. And now, his shorts and underwear in one motion were off. Laying beside her on the bed she took his cock in her hand. So big. So beautiful. She gently stroked it like a treasure. She kissed it, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. He groaned arching up into her mouth, his fingers in her hair as he moaned her name.

He had never felt anything like it. Her mouth warm and her tongue massaging his head and underneath, making sure he was as hard as possible. She straddled him, lining his cock up with her drenched opening, and slowly riding down on it until nearly all of him was inside her. He reached up to play with her swaying breasts as she rode his shaft, making happy little squealing noises until she started riding him harder.

"I'm cumming again, baby!" She announced, and then her back arched and he could feel her pussy gripping his shaft as she shuddered, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She was so hot and wet and slippery. Daisuke moved her around to get her from behind doggie style. Starting slow and then fucking her harder, her arms giving way, her cheek against the bed.

Daisuke reached over and offered her a finger to suck on as he went balls deep in her, making her cum some more. And then flipping her on her back and entering her missionary style. She felt better than even his vivid imagination had predicted, and when she came again, it was the hardest yet.

His cock, engulfed in her hot wetness as her pussy throbbed and clenched on his shaft. She was cumming over and over again. Making up for lost time as she rode her son's incredible cock. Tears of joy, soaking the pillowcase, she felt him so deep inside her that it was overwhelming her emotionally and physically.

"Sakura, I'm coming!" Daisuke came in his mother's pussy splashing spurt after spurt of his sperm as deep as he could go. It was nothing like masturbating. It felt both hot and dirty and Sakura must have felt likewise because he could feel her pussy clenching him as she came one last time.

They lay there together afterwards, kissing like lovers. The initial nervous trepidation she had first felt was gone now, replaced by a smoldering hunger for Daisuke's touch.

"I loved hearing you call my name just before you filled me up!" Sakura confessed. "It made me feel... special."

Daisuke, for his part, was astounded at how mind-blowingly awesome sex with Sakura had been comparted to how he had fantasized about it. Even now, kissing her and playing with her breasts, he couldn't get over his good luck. She was so sexy in all the ways she responded to him.

Once the ice was broken, there was no going back. Letting Daisuke fuck her made her realize how much she had isolated herself and how lonely she truly was. It was like waking up after a bad dream, but that was in the past.

In the next couple of weeks she began to dress sexier. She fucked Daisuke every chance she got. His amazing cock exploding inside her, filling her with his cum, with his love, became her biggest craving. Feeling him seed her made her feel both slutty and loved at the same time.

If Hiroshi had figured it out, he didn't let on, but based on what they knew he was up to, it didn't really matter. Either he didn't know, didn't care, or didn't want to deal with the risk of being outted himself. Daisuke and Sakura maintained their liaisons discreetly out of respect for him, but figured after a time he had to know that something was going on between them.

Daisuke loved to see his mother dressed sexy. He loved knowing that when they got the chance, when they'd be alone and he'd undress her as they made out. He looked forward eagerly to every chance to fuck her, and she never failed to continue her impassioned responses to his advances. In truth she was just as horny for him as he was for her.

For almost a year, he'd had her anytime and any way he wanted. Any position, any hole. His mom was his hot slutty girlfriend. His "older woman".

It was a lazy Saturday morning. Hitoshi had left to "go golfing" with his friend. Daisuke was slow fucking Sakura through several writhing orgasms, watching her tits jiggle obscenely as he finished each slow thrust hard against her mons.

"You like that don't you?" Sakura moaned into his ear.

"Yeah, it looks so sexy." Daisuke replied.

"They'll get bigger when my milk comes in." Sakura teased.

"Are you...?" Daisuke gasped.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant. You've given me another baby." Sakura said lustily. "Thank you! I love you Daisuke."

"I love you too Sakura." He returned.

A second later he emptied a huge load into his mother's pussy, making her cum hard on his cock. They looked into each other's eyes not needing to speak, each sure of the other's love. The way it was supposed to be.