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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Tomoko/Kujo_Jotaro,
      Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)/Higashikata_Tomoko
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable),
      Higashikata_Tomoko
  Additional Tags:
      Mother/Son_Incest, Uncle/Nephew_Incest, First_Time_Bottoming, Pegging,
      Ass_to_Mouth, Ballsucking, Daddy_Kink, Mommy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-04 Words: 5758
****** Thank you Mommy, Thank you Daddy ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Tomoko, Jotaro, and Josuke are in a sexual relationship that isn't
     particularly healthy, but is certainly fun.
Notes
     This is a commissioned fic for Van!!! Thank you so much, I always
     appreciate your support♡♡
See the end of the work for more notes
The anticipation of playing some video games following a tiresome day at school
has Josuke pushing in through the threshold and excitedly toeing off his shoes.
He steps into the house, his school bag hung lazily in a hand.
“I'm hooome,” he calls, though he gains no response. Entering the kitchen, he
tugs open the fridge door and snatches a soda, and then makes his way into the
living room, towards the N64 waiting for his arrival. He pauses when he sees
Jotaro on the couch, reading a book with his legs crossed. Jotaro glances up at
him past the brim of his white hat.
“Josuke,” Jotaro says in greeting, and then looks back down at the book held in
his broad hands. Josuke watches him—as always, Jotaro looks so damn attractive.
With his stupidly sexy skintight turtleneck and muscular arms and handsome face
and full lips and dark eyelashes and strong jaw and —
Josuke stops staring and drops his school bag carelessly onto the living room
floor by the coffee table. While picking at the tab of his soda, Josuke bites
at his bottom lip, his face beginning to heat up. His heart is already racing,
damn it. He's got such puppy love for his Daddy and it drives him crazy,
sometimes.
Peeking over at Jotaro, Josuke takes notice of how he's still reading, paying
him no mind. Taking advantage of the lack of awareness, Josuke admires his wide
fingers. His tan skin. The dark hair that peeked out from the sleeve of the
turtleneck, at his wrist. The slight stubble that's growing on his jawline. The
single long curl that hung against his brow—which is just, strangely cute?
Swallowing hard, Josuke reaches over to set his soda on the coffee table with a
quiet clink. Blushing up to his ears, Josuke rubs at the back of his neck and
speaks up softly.
“Hey, Daddy?”
Jotaro flicks his intense sea green eyes up to meet Josuke's flustered gaze. He
cocks a brow. Josuke lets out a breath and searches in the other man's
intimidating gaze; he had to reach a point of built courage to hold that stare.
“Can you hold me for a little while? Today was kinda tough.”
Jotaro's striking eyes soften, very slightly. He nods. Josuke's heart flutters
as he watches Jotaro bookmark his place and set the book on the coffee table.
He uncrosses his legs and then beckons the boy forward with a curl of his
fingers. Josuke bites his bottom lip, restraining his excited grin, and then
steps closer. When he moves to straddle his lap, Jotaro's broad hands rest on
his hourglass waist.
Boldly, Josuke brings his hands up to gently cup the sides of Jotaro's neck,
enjoying the feeling of his warm, hot skin. Jotaro searches in the teenager's
violet and sapphire eyes. Josuke smiles warmly and leans in, head tilting to
avoid knocking his pomp against the bill of Jotaro's hat, and presses a sweet
kiss to Jotaro's strong nose. Jotaro closes his eyes.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Josuke whispers, which he has to force out past his
embarrassment. He leans in, pressing up close to Jotaro and wrapping his arms
around his neck. He buries his face in his shoulder. Jotaro says nothing,
though he does slide his hands up slowly across Josuke's sides, turning his
nose in towards Josuke's heavily flushed neck.
 
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He's a little overwhelmed.
Two broad, calloused hands are running up and down over his heaving ribcage in
a slow caress, occasionally pausing to rub at his puffy pink nipples with slow
circles of thumbs. Softer, paler hands are working at the button of his school
slacks, though with less grace. With his hands grasping fistfuls of the covers
under them, Josuke watches with a slack mouth and anticipating eyes as Tomoko
wiggled his pants and purple briefs down his fit thighs.
His hard cock springs up to nestle in the thick bush of black hair that marks a
trail up to his belly button. Behind him, Jotaro is silent, choosing to watch
rather than act. Tomoko is absorbing all of Josuke's attention, either way.
With a faint smirk on her face, she runs her manicured hands down over her
son's shaking thighs, her pretty chocolate eyes drawn up to his flushed face,
watching the way it contorts when she trails them back up to stroke her thumbs
over his hip bones. Teasing him, drawing her thumbs in closer and closer with
slow circles. Then, calmly, Tomoko brings a hand in to cup Josuke's balls,
squeezing gently and holding him there while she leaned in to mouth at the
cute, pink head of his cock that peeks out past his foreskin.
Shuddering, Josuke tilts his head back into Jotaro's lap and moans softly,
arching his hips, “Mommy, please...”
“Be patient, Josuke,” Jotaro says, a low rumble. Josuke lets out a shaky breath
and nods, biting his plump bottom lip. Tomoko's lustful eyes lock on Josuke's
as she ducks her head down to suck at his balls. Josuke's upper half lurches at
that, his eyes widening. Jotaro watches intently as Tomoko mouthed and licked
at her son's balls. Tomoko hums, keeping her gaze on Josuke's as she took both
into her mouth, sucking her cheeks in as she applied suction, her mouth
stuffed. Josuke gasps sharply, his thighs shaking on either side of her. Tomoko
closes her eyes, tasting the salt of the sweat that brew there, inhaling the
pure musk of him. She continues sucking at his balls until he whimpers and
lifts his hips up with overwhelming need.
Slowly, she draws off, with his balls slipping out from between her lips.
Josuke anticipates that she'llfinally suck his cock. But instead, she sits back
and brushes her black locks out of her face, giving Josuke an innocent smile.
“Alright, Josuke. Do you still want Mommy to take your anal virginity?”
As she says this, Tomoko reaches down to idly stroke at the purple dildo she
wore, which is shaped to purposefully stimulate the prostate (she had bought it
with Josuke in mind). Josuke blushes up to his ears, a heavy shade of red that
is very noticeable. Tomoko grins. Josuke lets out a breath and nods, shy. His
erection lays against his abs, flushed and desperate for stimulation. Instead
of giving him any, Tomoko runs her hands over his thighs and says, “Then be a
good boy and get on your stomach.”
When Josuke sluggishly rises up, Jotaro moves aside to give him room. Josuke
turns over to lay on his belly, his legs spread to accommodate Tomoko. Propped
on his elbows, Josuke shyly lifts his gaze to meet Jotaro's.
Lacking his hat, Jotaro looks very handsome (like always) with his short black
curls exposed to Josuke's admiring stare. Jotaro offers him the slightest of
smiles, a faint upturn of the corner of his lips. Josuke's heart lurches at
that. He blushes and hides his face behind a hand, which has Jotaro chuckling.
Jotaro reaches out to pet him over his pompadour that is just beginning to fall
apart.
The sudden touch of cool, slick fingertips between his ass cheeks has Josuke
slapping his hand down onto the bed. He jerks his gaze back behind himself to
see Tomoko stroking at his cute pink hole that has yet to be used, with gentle
fingers. A pleased expression is on her pretty face, her eyes trained down,
watching as she slowly eased her forefinger into him, watching as it sunk into
her son's ass, down to the last knuckle.
It felt just plain weird. Josuke furrows his brow, watching as his mother drew
her finger back and forth inside him at a leisurely pace, her gaze flicking up
to gauge his response. He peeks over at Jotaro to see the other man watching as
Tomoko fingered him.
“How does it feel?” Tomoko asks plainly, her other hand grabbing his cheek and
pulling him open to gain a better visual. Josuke continues to watch, his lip
between his teeth, before he answers with laughter laced in his voice, “Kinda
like I have to take a shit.”
Tomoko snorts and Jotaro shook his head once.
“Very sexy,” Tomoko muses, a smirk spreading over her lips, “That got me hot,
Josuke.”
Josuke laughs aloud, his upper half shaking with it. Jotaro running his broad,
hot hand up over the slope of his back silences his laughter. He melts, just a
bit, as Jotaro stroked at each soft bump of his vertebrae with gentle touches
of his fingers. Tomoko reaches down to curl the fingers of her free hand around
the base of Josuke's balls, clutching him there firmly as she slowly pushed in
her middle finger.
Gasping, Josuke slides his thighs further apart. Invited by the gesture, Tomoko
reached under his stomach to grip his cock and pull it down between his thighs,
pinned to the sheets of the bed. Tomoko smiles, noticing how deeply its flushed
with a glimmer of pre-come at the head of it. While she eased her fingers in
and out of his ass, Tomoko began to rub her thumb in gradual circles against
the slit of his cock, which has Josuke jerking and choking out, “M-Mom!”
Humming, pleased, Tomoko continues teasing him by rubbing her fingers gingerly
across the pink head of his length while curling her fingers down towards his
belly. Josuke gasps again when a burst of pleasure shot through his gut.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaims, eyes wide. From his experience of fucking Jotaro a
few times, he's well aware that is his prostate, but he never felt what it was
like stimulating it until now. Jotaro continues stroking at his uncle's back,
his calm gaze trained on his face as his mother continued her work of preparing
him.
“Do—do that again, Mommy,” Josuke whispers, ducking his head down to shyly
press his face against his bicep. Jotaro watches silently as Tomoko obliged and
pushed down against his prostate, the tendons in her hand visibly flexing with
the motion. Josuke moans roughly and rocked his hips down into the bed,
dragging his cock against the sheets. Jotaro is extremely hard himself, though
he has the self-control to ignore it for now.
However, once Josuke lifts his head again, he immediately takes notice of it.
His beautiful cock stood out from his body in an arch, asking for touch. Josuke
swallows hard and peeks up at Jotaro's face. His intense green eyes are
watching Tomoko, still.
“Daddy?” Josuke speaks up softly, earning Jotaro's gaze. Josuke bites his plump
bottom lip before asking shyly, “Can I suck your cock?”
Following a moment of contemplation, Jotaro nods silently and shifts closer to
kneel before his uncle. Propping up on an elbow, Josuke watches with a subtle
eager expression as he gripped the base of Jotaro's thick cock and did his best
to stroke it. The fat pink head earns his stare, waiting for his mouth.
Jotaro's broad hand is curling around the back of his head, fingers stroking
down over Josuke's flushed neck. Willingly, Josuke leans in and turns his head
to gain a sufficient angle to drag his tongue up slowly from Jotaro's heavy
balls, across the underside, up to the frenulum of the head.
It earns a slight noise from Jotaro, which makes him smirk. Flicking his violet
and blue eyes up, Josuke admires Jotaro's thick pubic hair and the hair that
ran up over his belly. He closes his plump lips around the head of his cock and
sucked firmly, his cheeks sucking in. A choked moan came out from him abruptly,
feeling Tomoko slide in a third finger.
“Good boy,” Jotaro grunts—Josuke isn't sure if he's referencing the dick
sucking, the fingering, or both. Regardless, he focuses on blowing Jotaro with
a furrowed brow, taking more than just the head into his mouth. He tries his
best to accommodate the thick girth of his shaft with a strained expression.
His jaw already begins to hurt and drool is beginning to slip down his chin. He
manages to messily move his head up and down a few times before gagging, his
back curling.
Jotaro huffs.
“Go slow. Don't force yourself,” he says. Josuke is blushing up to his ears
with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Tomoko is removing her fingers slowly from his
ass. She pulls his cheeks apart and is undoubtedly admiring his pink hole,
which only has Josuke's face burning with a deeper blush. He attempts to nurse
at the head of Jotaro's cock, his hand slipping down to grope and fondle his
heavy balls. Jotaro lets out a slight grunt at that. Josuke manages to drag his
tongue up the underside of his nephew's thick cock, his eyes flicking up to
meet Jotaro's, before Tomoko spoke up.
“Alright, enough of that. Raise your ass, Josuke. Get on your knees.”
When he begins to rise up to prop on his hands and knees, Tomoko shoots a hand
out to flatten it over his shoulder blades, keeping his upper half pinned.
“Just your knees,” she repeats. Josuke nods shyly, his hands curling into the
sheets. Jotaro moves to sit beside Josuke, rather than in front of him. He
begins to idly stroke at Josuke's back while Tomoko squeezed out more lube and
slicked up the purple dildo she wore. Then she scoots up closer behind Josuke,
setting a manicured hand on his side. Josuke peeks back at her, watching as
Tomoko gripped the cock and swept it down between his cheeks. He tenses up,
eyes widening.
With her pretty black hair framing her face, Tomoko watches intently as she
rubbed the head of the dildo against his cute pink hole that flexed under the
touch. Josuke shudders, excitement and equal apprehension rippling through him.
“Ready, Josuke?” Tomoko asks. Josuke nods shyly and mumbles, “Yes, Mommy.”
Without hesitation, Tomoko slowly pushes into him, her calm brown eyes downcast
to watch as his ass opened up around the intrusion. Josuke grunts and squeezes
his eyes shut. Jotaro has a calloused hand on the back of his neck, stroking
his thumb along it tenderly. Josuke moans as Tomoko sank into him slowly, the
flared base of the dildo slowly passing into him and pressing perfectly against
his prostate.
Then, surprising him, Tomoko moves over him, lining their bodies up.
A soft hum comes from Josuke, enjoying the warm weight of his mother rest over
him. Crouching low over Josuke, Tomoko flattens her hands on his back, giving
herself stability as she began to rock her hips. She watches as the dildo pumps
in and out of him. Josuke cries out.
“Oh, fuck!” he all but shouts, his eyes wide and mouth falling open. Jotaro
watches silently as Tomoko fucked her son, her thighs flexing and clenching
with the strain of rocking her lower half. Silently, Jotaro moves to gain a
more enjoyable view of the purple, flared dildo pounding into Josuke's ass.
Seeing Josuke's flushed cock dripping a long line of pre-come, between his
trembling thighs—Jotaro is tempted to touch, but refrains from doing so.
“You like Mommy fucking your ass, Josuke?” Tomoko asks with a laugh in her
breathless voice, accentuating her teasing with harder snaps of her hips that
has Josuke collapsing down onto his front. Moaning loudly, Josuke slides his
thighs further apart, effectively pinned to the bed by the force of her
thrusts. Tomoko plants her hands on the small of Josuke's back, watching his
body tremble as she plowed into his ass without mercy.
Josuke whines, eyes squeezing shut and hand twisting a fistful of the sheets. A
grimace blooms on his face. He looks like he's in a pain—at least, from
Jotaro's perspective. Despite this, Josuke breathlessly yells, “Yes! Yes,
Mommy, fuck me!”
“Who knew my son was such a slut?” Tomoko muses, a smile pulling across her
lips. Jotaro watches silently as she continued snapping her hips down against
Josuke. He wonders if the brutal pace will only serve to hurt Josuke due to
this being his first time. Surely, he will be limping the next day.
Josuke's never-ending pained grunts and loud moans pierce through the room, as
well as the smacking of Tomoko's hips meeting his ass. Jotaro gives in and
reaches down to begin leisurely pulling at his cock, aroused by the visual of
Tomoko pinning Josuke down to the bed and railing him. Josuke seems to like it
now. The pain must have passed. His face is slack, his mouth open and eyelids
fluttering slightly from the pleasure of his prostate being repeatedly pounded
into. Jotaro brings his other hand in to cup his own heavy balls while gripping
the base of his cock. He figures he'll be an afterthought tonight, but then
Tomoko flicks her lustful eyes towards him and says, “Your turn, Jotaro.”
Then she gets off of Josuke, the dildo slipping out of him and drawing a
whimper from the teen. Jotaro nods, arching a thick brow, and then looks over
towards Josuke. He seems a little out of it.
“Josuke. How do you feel?” Jotaro asks, reaching out to gently run a hand down
his back. Tomoko, meanwhile, removes the strap on and sets it aside. Josuke
swallows hard, his eyes becoming lucid and meeting his. He moves to lay on his
side, his hand fleetingly reaching for his own straining cock before whipping
his hand away, realizing his mistake. Josuke lets out a breath, his face a deep
pink, and mumbles, “Good. I w-want you, though, Jotaro-san.”
Jotaro searches his face, finding only willingness in it. He nods and then
says, voice gruff, “Alright. Lay on your back.”
Biting his lip, failing to quell a smile of anticipation, Josuke flops back
against the pillows. His cheeky grin slips through, his excitement on full
display. Jotaro finds he likes that look on his face. He's cute.
Tomoko moves to lay beside her son. Her breasts press to his shoulder when she
leans in to kiss him on the jaw, whispering to him, “You did so well, Josuke. I
hope you'll forgive Mommy for being so rough.”
Josuke turns his head, meeting her gaze, and then closes the distance between
their lips. His plump lips lovingly overlap hers repeatedly, a heated kiss that
has Tomoko humming with delight. Josuke sucks in a breath when she runs a hand
down over his sweaty abs.
“I'm not upset, Mom,” Josuke mumbles against her lips, before kissing her
again. Tomoko lets him mouth at her lips before pulling back and resting her
head on his shoulder.
“Good.”
Jotaro, in the meantime, had stroked lube over his bare cock, before scooting
up closer between Josuke's spread legs. He gathers Josuke's legs in his hands,
under the knee, and pins his knees to his chest with one broad hand—which only
serves to embarrass Josuke. He slaps his hand over his blushing face while
Jotaro squeezed a line of lube down onto his taint, to roll down into his
gaping hole. This position is much too similar to a kid having his diaper
changed. Josuke nearly laughs at that thought but just continues to silently
hide his face.
Soon enough, it's over, with Jotaro setting aside the lube and nudging himself
up closer to Josuke, his legs folded. He lets Josuke's legs fall from his
hands, into the crook of his elbows. Josuke looks up at his handsome nephew
with wide eyes as he leaned over him, drawing his lower half up. Jotaro grips
his cock and rubs the thick head against Josuke's wet hole.
“I'll go slow,” Jotaro mumbles, earning a shy nod from Josuke. Tomoko has the
same point of view as Josuke—the length of their bodies, Jotaro's beautiful abs
and chest serving as eye candy as he leans over him, his sizable cock a
gorgeous sight between his legs. She reaches down to touch herself while Jotaro
slowly sunk into her son's ass.
“Oh!” Josuke gasps, mouth falling open and eyes widening further, “Oh, my
ffffucking God!”
Jotaro's cock is certainly thicker in width than the dildo had been. It's
spreading his ass wide open. Josuke grits his teeth, his eyes trained on the
sight of his cock slowly easing into him. It hurts. Josuke swears it's going to
end up in his guts—he's so damn big. He hisses through his teeth and jerks a
hand down to press it to Jotaro's muscular thigh.
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow,” Josuke growls, head tipping back into the pillows. Jotaro
stops, watching the teen's twisted face. He slowly retracts, just a bit, and
then carefully pushed in deeper. Josuke winces and curls his toes. Tomoko
kisses at Josuke's shoulder and rests a gentle hand on his heaving belly,
attempts at comfort while he's currently being split in two.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” Jotaro says. Josuke nods with his eyes clenched
shut, teeth grit. Jotaro grabs onto the backs of Josuke's knees, leaning back
from him to watch as he slowly forced the rest of his fat cock into his ass.
This is partially why he hadn't fucked Josuke before now. In addition to Josuke
being inexperienced, and Tomoko wanting to take his anal virginity, he is far
too big.
But, Tomoko is confident he can take it, especially after the rough treatment
she had given him. In addition, Josuke had expressed his desire for him to do
so. Jotaro is happy to oblige.
The sensation of Josuke's tight ass around his cock is certainly as amazing as
Jotaro anticipated, as well. With his brow furrowed and jaw set, Jotaro
represses the moan that rises out of him when he finally bottoms out in Josuke,
his balls pressing to Josuke's tailbone. Panting heavily, Josuke weakly cracks
his eyes open to look down, feeling Jotaro's messy pubic hair pressing to his
inner thighs and his balls. It's a sensation he's surprised to find turns him
on. (Same for the feeling of his balls against him, signifying that he's inside
him entirely—but that is far too embarrassing to admit.)
“How is it?” Jotaro asks gruffly, squeezing his hands around Josuke's knees,
keeping his lower half raised slightly. Tomoko watches Josuke's flushed face,
waiting for the answer.
Cracking a weak, tired smile, Josuke murmurs, “Like I have a huge dick up my
ass. I'll have no trouble taking shits from now on.”
Jotaro smirks faintly and Tomoko laughs. Josuke grins, and then hesitates for a
moment, biting his lip. He looks away before adding shyly, “I like having you
in me, Daddy. You're... You're so big. It kinda hurts but I—I, uh. I like
that.”
Jotaro's face straightens, though he nods. He lets Josuke's legs slide down to
hook over his arms again. Leaning in over Josuke, Jotaro stares down into his
multicolored eyes with an intensity in his own. Josuke blushes, slightly
intimidated but equally turned on by being under that gaze. He notices how
Jotaro's chest is heaving and his eyes are dilated. It's—kinda cute. Josuke
grins, and then it immediately becomes a slight grimace when Jotaro slowly
pulls out and then sinks back into him.
He doesn't expect the kiss that Jotaro gives him. The other man crosses the
distance between their faces and gently presses his lips to Josuke's while
rocking his hips in a slow back and forth. Josuke attempts to return it, but
the purses of his mouth are weak under Jotaro's. He grunts as Jotaro thrusts
into him.
“Jotaro-san,” Josuke groans, his lips slipping down from Jotaro's to press
against his chin. Jotaro presses one last kiss to Josuke's unresponsive lips
before drawing back and regaining better stability on his knees. Pinning
Josuke's legs up, he continues fucking him with a more controlled pace than
what Tomoko had practiced, though it is just as effective in drawing breathless
moans and cries from the teen.
Jotaro has always lasted the longest. So Josuke has to bear through a full ten
minutes of Jotaro fucking his sore ass (not that he doesn't like it, of course)
while Tomoko pampered his upper half with caresses and kisses. Eventually,
Jotaro's thrusts become rougher and with a greater desperation. His broad,
rough hands are on Josuke's sides, tugging him down into the hard snaps of his
hips and earning cries from Josuke that border on pained.
“Oh, fuck! You're so fucking big, Jotaro-san!” Josuke shouts, his face twisting
into a grimace. Jotaro grunts and slows his thrusting to a gradual back and
forth. Panting heavily, Josuke weakly looks down to watch as his thick shaft
slid in and out of him.
Suddenly, in the midst of it, Jotaro pulls out of him, his slick cock flipping
up towards his stomach. He moves around the bed, up towards Josuke's upper
half. Josuke weakly propped up on an elbow in time for Jotaro to grab his
haphazard hair and pull his head in. He grips the base of his glistening,
flushed cock, angling it into Josuke's mouth.
“Wait—wait,” Josuke sputters, setting a hand on Jotaro's thigh and making him
pause. Jotaro looks impatient, based on his furrowed brow and slight frown, but
regardless Josuke speaks up in weak complaint, “No way. That was just in my
ass.”
Jotaro pauses and then huffs. Tomoko reaches down to begin stroking at Josuke's
aching cock that had been neglected throughout the entirety of the fucking.
Josuke gasps sharply with his eyes widening, his hips bucking up into the
touch. He moans and sags back into the pillows. Tomoko leans in towards him and
mouths gently at the shell of Josuke's ear that is tinted a deep red. Josuke
shudders. Softly, Tomoko whispers into it, “Suck his cock, baby. If it bothers
you so much, you can go brush your teeth after. But he was so nice to you,
Josuke. He was gentler than me. Let him use your mouth.”
Josuke swallows hard. He nods and then looks up to meet Jotaro's heated gaze.
He licks his lips and gestures Jotaro closer. On his knees, Jotaro scoots up to
him, with Josuke rising up onto an elbow again. This time, he hesitates for
only a second before he gripped the base of his slick cock and leaned in to
suck the head into his mouth. Jotaro grunts, a low sound in the back of his
chest. Josuke, thankfully, does not taste anything that unpleasant and gets
kinda into it, hearing Jotaro's grunts.
He bobs his head with his cheeks sucked in, until Jotaro grabbed onto his hair,
surprising him, and began to gently rock his hips. His thick cock slid in and
out of his mouth, between his plump lips that stretch obscenely around his
girth to accommodate it.
“Coming,” Jotaro mutters, breathlessly. Josuke hums around his cock and brings
his hand in to cup his nephew's tight balls. He thumbs at them, feeling each
testicle shift under the stroke of his thumb as he rubs across them. He feels
them draw up tighter before suddenly a few thick spurts of semen shoot down his
throat. Josuke sputters and coughs, spitting the cum up, only for it dribble
down his chin. But Jotaro holds him still despite his momentary discomfort, and
makes him take the remainder of his load into his mouth.
The thick texture and taste of the cum on his tongue turns Josuke on. Knowing
Jotaro-san's semen is in his mouth, and soon his belly, after he swallows it
down. Jotaro lets him slowly pull off, until his cock slipped out of his mouth.
Leaning back, Josuke stares at his cock—it's flushed a deep red and hanging
down against his muscular, hairy thigh. Josuke wipes the cum off his chin and
sucks it off his fingers, before flopping back against the pillows. Jotaro
wipes his black curls from his forehead, eyes lidded, and then moves to lay
beside the other two.
“What do you say?” Tomoko asks, nudging Josuke. Josuke licks his lips and
glances between the two. Jotaro watches him silently. Josuke blushes.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“For what?” Jotaro remarks, a faint, amused smirk pulling at his lips. Josuke
huffs, embarrassed. Then he bites his lip, flustered, and mumbles, “For fucking
me. And... And for coming in my mouth.”
He hides his face behind his hands. Tomoko laughs quietly, pleased, while
Jotaro says nothing. Josuke suddenly feels a hot hand on his cock. Peeking
through his fingers, he sees Jotaro's big, calloused hand curling around his
flushed shaft. He began to stroke with steady pumps of his hand, the foreskin
repeatedly enveloping the pink head. Josuke moans and sags back into the bed,
his hands slipping from his face. He rises up sluggishly onto his elbows,
watching with his bottom lip between his teeth as Jotaro touched him.
Tomoko rises and then moves to lay between Josuke's spread legs. Eyes wide,
Josuke watches as his mother leans in and angles her head to lap at his balls
with flat drags of her tongue. Josuke moans and stares as she sucks his balls
into her mouth again—she knew that only riles him up further. The callouses on
Jotaro's hand makes the strokes rougher, but it adds pleasantly onto the
stimulation of Tomoko sucking tightly at his balls. It has Josuke curling his
toes and craning his head back with a low moan. It doesn't take much longer.
Shaking uncontrollably, Josuke manages to withstand another ten strokes of
Jotaro's hand and Tomoko mouthing at his tightening balls before his semen
shoots out from his cock to paint across his heaving abs. Crying out, Josuke
jerks his hips, his hands clutching at fistfuls of the sheets. His lower half
trembles wildly while a few more weak spurts ejaculate from his cock. Panting
heavily, Josuke moans softly, his feet sliding against the sheets, toes
clenched.
Tomoko let his balls pop out of her mouth, one at a time, and then sits back to
wipe her chin off. Jotaro takes his hand away from his spent length and strokes
it up over Josuke's heaving chest. Tomoko lays back down beside him.
For a minute, Josuke is quiet with his lips pursed, his eyes closed and brow
knit. He rolls onto his side and rubs his legs together, his sensitive balls
massaged between his thighs. His insides are still swimming with a tingly heat.
He digs his blunt fingernails into his own clenching thigh. He fidgets like
this until Tomoko huffs a laugh and murmurs to Jotaro, “I think he's still
having an orgasm, babe.”
“It's wearing off,” Jotaro says. “It was intense for him.”
Hearing this makes Josuke shy. He stops fidgeting and relaxes back into the
bed. He still feels a tingling sensation moving throughout his belly and even
down to his toes. Amazed, Josuke basks in the feeling, coming to realize he's
trembling, too. Tomoko kissing at his jaw pulls him from it.
“Josuke, do you want to please Mommy too, or are you done for the night?”
Tiredly looking at her, Josuke offers her a weak smile and says, “I want to
please you. What do you want me to do?”
Tomoko bites her lip, searching his hazy face, and asks softly, “Can I sit on
your handsome face, baby?”
Josuke blinks, becoming much more lucid from such a request. He grins and nods.
He moves to lay flat on the bed without the pillows propping him up, while
Tomoko rises and moves to straddle him. Meanwhile, Jotaro simply watches.
Moving to rest her knees on both sides of Josuke's neck, she looks down to see
her son staring at her pretty, hairy pussy with hungry eyes.
“If you want to stop whenever, we can,” Tomoko says. Josuke nods, meeting her
gaze, and runs his hands up over her thighs. Slowly, carefully, Tomoko finally
lowers her hips down. Without hesitation, Josuke arches his head up to close
his plump lips around her pussy. Her dark pubic hair tickles his nose as he
eagerly sucked at her cunt. Tomoko gasps and strokes a hand down from his
forehead to curl into his thick black locks. Josuke licked at her folds and
sucked at them, as well as tonguing at her swollen clit. She moans, head
tilting back.
Beside them, Jotaro shifts closer, and reaches up to cup Tomoko's heated cheek,
earning a glance from her. When he leans in to kiss her, Tomoko happily accepts
it with a content hum. Their lips begin to gently move in a passionate kiss.
Tomoko becomes silent, distracted by the moving of their mouths, though Josuke
lapping at her pussy and sucking on her clit still has her shaking.
A soft hum emerges from Tomoko when Jotaro gropes at one of her breasts. He
thumbs at her dark nipple while kissing her. Josuke begins to drag his tongue
back and forth across her clit in fast, continuous licks, which has Tomoko
lurching and letting out a loud, muffled moan against Jotaro's lips.
Then Jotaro separates their mouths to meet her heated, lidded gaze. He kisses
her on the chin fleetingly before ducking his head down to suck her nipple into
his mouth. Tomoko melts, before tensing up immediately after by Josuke's hot
tongue pushing into her, and Jotaro biting gently at the hard nub of her
nipple.
Sooner than she would've liked, the combined sensations tugs her over the edge
with a low moan falling from her agape mouth. Grabbing a fistful of Josuke's
hair, Tomoko's hips jerk in the midst of her intense orgasm, with her pussy
sliding across Josuke's lips, up to his nose, which has him pausing and then
letting out a slight laugh.
Jotaro presses one last kiss to her breast before he relaxes back into the
pillows, watching her tremble over Josuke. Tomoko raggedly pants, letting the
orgasm wash over her and die down before she shakily moves off of her son. When
she, too, collapses against the pillows, Josuke smiles and turns to her on his
side. He draws an arm around her midsection and wiggles closer to cuddle.
Tomoko weakly smiles and closes her eyes.
When Jotaro moves up behind Josuke to spoon him, Josuke grins, pleased by this
outcome—even if it occurs nearly every time. He melts, content by the feeling
of Jotaro embracing him.
Jotaro kisses him on the shoulder and murmurs, “What do you say, Josuke?”
Tomoko huffs a breathless laugh. Josuke blushes again.
“Thank... Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy.”
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