"Where are you going?" Miya spoke up. "By any chance, are you thinking of interfering in their talk?"
Tatsuya stopped and nodded.
"Hah, I can't even blame you. Listen, you need to let them sort this out on their own. In the meanwhile, come with me." Miya stood up and began leading Tatsuya to the entrance of the estate.
Tatsuya knew that he doesn't understand emotions, so he didn't argue back. All he could do now was hope that Miyuki and Ayako can come to an arrangement that would ultimately benefit Miyuki and won't give him stress.
"Where are we going?" Tatsuya asked as a car pulled up for them. He didn't want to leave Miyuki, given the recent events.
"To a nearby villa. Don't worry, we won't be long."
The drive was uneventful. Tatsuya quietly sat in the back seat with his mother, much to the displeasure of the stone-faced driver.
The villa was modest, when taking into account it was for a Yotsuba. By normal standards, it was more than enough for you to assume it belongs to a high class family. There were security measures in place but not as dense as the main house. Tatsuya noted that the inside was completely empty.
Miya guided them to a room upstairs. From the decorations and the fancy bed, Tatsuya deduced it was most likely her room.
He quickly scanned the villa again, and sure enough it was empty. In fact, the security outside wasn't even concerned about the inside, although that was expected of them.
When they walked in through the door, Tatsuya had ended up in front of Miya as she stayed behind to close it.
A moment later, Tatsuya found himself with a woman's arms around his chest.
"Tatsuya..." Miya whispered, almost moaned. For her, being able to hold her son was a new experience, but it was also a bliss. A bliss that she didn't knew existed.
Years of deprivation had left her yearning for whatever contact was possible. It didn't even occur to her that the contact she was looking for was considered taboo.
Standing there with nothing to do, Tatsuya eventually broke out of her hug and turned around to look at her.
Staring at his face, Miya was entranced.
'He's so handsome...' Most of the world would disagree with her, but right now she was a teenager in love.
Her hands found and cupped his cheeks. Even his jawline impressed her. Not knowing she was inching forward, Miya herself was surprised when she found her lips had given a peck to Tatsuya.
Her face went up in flames at the cute gesture. But instead of turning away, she did it again.
After a couple more times, she stopped.
"You...can't call me as your mother in public anymore. You'll have to call Maya that." The words were spoken with venom in her tongue. "You need to call me as your aunt."
Tatsuya just nodded because he knew Miya was saying that aloud to tell herself and not him.
"But in private..." She took a moment for herself. "Cough, I...don't deserve to be treated respectfully by you."
"Okaa-san, that is not-"
"No! I know I was the one who told you to call me that but...I realized that is just an order for you. From now on, call me as you like."
A few seconds went by.
Miya realized that Tatsuya didn't have anything he'd like to call her. Brushing past the hint of sadness and frustration, she spoke, "Just call me M-Miya."
Tatsuya narrowed his eyes. The woman in front of him was treading on dangerous ground. But he wasn't one to take the difficult path.
"Understood, Miya."
Once again, blushing like she was a teen, Miya grabbed onto Tatsuya's shirt and turned her face away from him.
Eventually glancing back at him, she wasn't surprised to find the same unbothered expression staring back at her. Pouting in her mind, she began.
First she kissed his lips again, then his cheeks and jawline. Moving down to his neck, she made sure to not leave any spot unattended. Her hands went to work on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.
Poor Tatsuya didn't say anything and just let it happen, deciding that was the fastest way to get this over with. He realized hoping to continue the same spank-her routine was asking too much of the new Miya.
Once his shirt was wide open and his toned chest lay bare, Miya started worshipping it.
She thought of her place as beneath the man in front of her. Even though he wouldn't care, she still wanted him to know that.
Her lips caressed his scars like prized possessions.
Tatsuya wasn't insensitive to touch, so he involuntarily twitched when Miya kissed his nipple. His expression on the other hand remained the same.
He had to wince to keep to his cool when Miya didn't move on. She was in a trance, and had begun to lick his chest. Her hands were all over the place, caressing his abs and back.
Even though Tatsuya had decided to let her do whatever she wanted, he wasn't happy when Miya stopped her conquest to stare at his crotch.
Her hands rested on his thighs and she seemed to be preparing herself.
Clasping his pants, she pulled them down to reveal his member. Even through his underwear, she could make out the shape and size.
Riding her high, she pressed her face against her prize and involuntarily took a sniff. She soon realized that that was a mistake, since her own crotch got wet instantly.
Looking above her, Tatsuya was telling her to stop soon with just his tense expression. But she had different plans.
"Tatsuya...when was the last time you...relieved yourself?" She asked.
Knowing what she meant by that he spoke, "Such a thing isn't necessary."
Miya mumbled something under her breath and with a small pout, revealed his cock for the whole world to see.
Miya expected it to be quite modest considering how young he was, but she was slightly off.
Even deflated, Tatsuya's tool rested on a longer size than Miya's previous and only encounter.
That being said, she was quite sad and frustrated that he wasn't turned on. In hindsight, it wasn't that surprising.
"Tatsuya..." She moaned with a blush and stared into his eyes with a scolding look.
Being a part of the main family, Miya wasn't instructed on her actions in a situation like this. Especially when her husband was barely a man, which led to her having minimal experience.
Nevertheless, she softly grabbed onto it with her hand. It was a weird feeling.
Miya wanted to...serve Tatsuya.
That's why, she didn't waste any time and brought her mouth to give a kiss to his member.
One kiss turned into two, two turned into three, and then Miya took it inside her mouth. She knew the basics from watching a video in her spare time, something she had a lot of after evidently defying death.
Holding the head inside her mouth with care, she licked it clean with her tongue. When she finally found the cock starting to get hard, it motivated her to push herself.
Twirling her tongue around, she moved up and down on it. Her skills weren't anything special, and she didn't manage to go beyond a couple inches.
She pulled back to catch her breath and rested on her knees while panting.
"T-Tatsuya..." She glanced upwards to see his expression.
His eyes were barely open, pretending as if nothing was going on. Miya realized that there is no initiative here, not only would she have to take the lead but she'll also have to instruct him every step of the way.
"You know how it works right?" After receiving a nod, she took his hands and put them around her own head. Positioning her mouth in front of the dripping cock, she 'ordered' him, "Use my mouth...for relief."
Tatsuya was put in a difficult situation. He wanted to escape, but that would lead to many problems later on. Sticking to his plan, he complied with Miya's request.
Thrusting his cock in her face, he managed to fit double the length that Miya was able to take earlier. Wanting to get it over quickly, he let himself get as hard as he could and thrust in and out on a steady pace. He was careful not to hurt Miya, but also quick enough that he'd cum as soon as possible.
Meanwhile Miya was feeling a cluster of emotions. Happy that she was quote-unquote, being put in her place. But also surprised that she herself was getting turned on by this. There was no denying it anymore, she was a masochist.
Feeling his girth go back and forth on her tongue, she relinquished all control to him. Her hands were resisting moving to her sacred place and giving her wet vagina some relief. She was doing this for him, she didn't deserve even her own fingers.
Sooner than she expected, Tatsuya pulled out and sprayed a load of cum on her face. She was left covered.
Tatsuya picked up a nearby towel, "Sorry, I was too late and couldn't turn away."
Miya snatched the towel from him, "N-No, I'm glad you were able to c-cum freely. Could you wait for me near the entrance."
Pulling his pants up, he did as he was told.
Alone in the room with her hands clenching the towel, Miya stared at the mirror. Her beautiful face was spoiled by a white liquid. But for some reason, she was getting a different urge than cleaning it off.
Raising her finger, she swiped some of it and licked her finger clean.
"...it doesn't taste bad."