The Hentai Protagonist System

(Yuria’s POV)

 

My body was tired but my mind was still active.

 

I could not help but worry about what tomorrow might bring.

 

This was the last night before my children go back to school.

 

Right now I’m in my bed holding Takashi while he was silently sleeping. Both of us were completely naked, as a result of having had sex just a few minutes ago.

 

Takashi went to sleep relatively fast, as usual, but this time I couldn’t relax with him.

 

This had being happening for a few day already.

 

I obviously knew the reason for my anxiety, and as thought about that the events of the last month came to my mind.

 

If someone at any point said to me that I and my stepson would enter a physical relationship, even if considering my more than dubious past, I would slap that person and call it crazy.

 

But here I am, both me and Takashi completely naked, with my skin still glistening from the seat of what we were doing and my pussy still filled to the brim with his semen.

 

In just one month my life had already changed completely.

 

On our first time I was too caught up in the moment, completely at mercy of sexual frustration accumulated over years.

 

I was so sensitive that it was easy for me to reach climax. After that day it was more difficult for me to reach that point again, especially with my sweet boy just experimenting for the first time having proper sex with a woman.

 

But I had to give him credit for licking me properly on his first time. That was not something that anyone could do. He had talent on that.

 

He asked me to teach him to best please a woman, how to make a woman enjoy sex the most. I was glad that he had made that request. Most boys his age didn’t care for such things, only swinging their hips like horny monkeys in search for a quick release, and expecting that the girl would like that too.

 

The first two weeks had progressed just as I was expecting. He was learning but having difficult in controlling himself. Two times he forgot about our lessons and just wanted to release his seed, but I didn’t minded that. He had already learned a few things, so I was enjoying it as well.

 

But the last two were very different. He was still learning, but the pace in which he absorbed what I taught him was much higher. He was already at a point where I would not have anything to teach him anymore very soon. He had already learned most of the basics, and the rest was up to him to figure out.

 

From this point the best way for him to learn was to figure out on his own, learn that there was no unique way to please all woman, that each and every one of them had their likes and dislikes, and the best way to truly understand that was through practice.

 

Most people might think that it was weird for me to have this relationship with my son, and even help him in his desire to sleep with other woman, but I had learned a long time ago that there was no such thing as a ‘normal’ relationship.

 

The depravity of humans was much more deep and profound than anyone could possibly imagine.

 

So, was I willing to share my boy with other woman, even if they were my daughters? Yes, I was.

 

Was I upset that he wanted to go after other woman? Well, obviously. I might be willing to share him but that didn’t meant that I adored the idea. Anyone would want to have the full attention of the person they liked, but I was able to accept this harem development he wanted. It certainly wasn’t the worst that I had to endure.

 

The real problem was this anxiety that I felt in my heart.

 

I was confident that my appearance could not be easily matched, but I also knew that my situation wasn’t permanent.

 

I was already in my thirties and from this point onward my appearance wouldn’t improve. If anything it would slowly get worse.

 

Meanwhile Takashi would chase after other woman that are likely to be much closer to his ages, and that create a small bubble of insecurity inside of me. He never showed any interest in any girl in his school, but now that he was completely open with me about his desire of woman, so there might be someone there that he want’s to go after.

 

I could have asked him about it, but I didn’t. I was afraid that I might not like the answer.

 

Any girl that he might go after had reached a point in their life were they would likely just become prettier. Whether it was my daughters, Yurika, Ayami, Megumi or anyone else, they would just get more pretty, while I already reached my peak and from now it was a slow but still noticeable decline.

 

With my children going to school tomorrow, I could not rid of this insecurities from my heart.

 

I could not relax, thinking that my boy might leave me to be just with the younger girls.

 

I didn’t resented my daughters or any of the girls in his life for this like most woman, or man in similar situation, might have. They didn’t have any fault on this, it was simple the way that time worked.

 

People simple grow older.

 

I believed in my sweet boy. I was certain that he wouldn’t just leave aside, but every time that he acted to so boldly with my daughters recently, at the same time I laughed in amusement of my girls reactions, I felt a small pang of pain in my heart. I could not help but, for just a second, imagining Takashi chasing only girls younger than me, while I was simple smiling and accepting that he would leave behind his old mother.

 

I hated this fears.

 

I hated the fact that I felt this feelings.

 

I knew that they were irrational, that similar situations wouldn’t happen, but I could not stop myself from having this fears.

 

I looked at my boy in my arms, so peacefully sleeping with a relaxed smile on his face.

 

I embraced him just a little tighter, like I was afraid that he might disappear forever if I released him.

 

I took a small whiff from his head, finding some kind of strange comfort form his smell.

 

Tomorrow and the days after were filling my with these feelings of anxiety and fear. I knew that nothing like those scenarios but they still were in my mind.

 

There was nothing that I could but wait for what was to come.

 

Wait and enjoy this days with my boy while they last.