The soft knock came again, followed by the sleepy, slightly whiny voice from the hallway.

"Mom…?"

Renji and Miyako were still frozen in place.

Sweat traced slow paths down Renji's chest, beading along the sharp lines of his collarbone before sliding over the thin muscles of his abdomen.

Miyako's lithe form was trembling, her pale skin slick and shining. Beads of sweat rolled from the curve of her neck, slipping between her huge breasts, tracing the delicate arch of her ribs before pooling at the dip of her waist.

Renji's cock was still buried to the hilt inside her pussy, her cuffed wrists yanked high, tits mashed into the blanket inches from Kenoji's sleeping feet.

The only sound in the room was Kenoji's muffled snoring and the wet drip of Miyako's pussy cream hitting the sheets.

Their eyes cellotapped to the door. Miyako's were widened in pure panic, her whole body trembling around Renji's shaft.

"Mom, come up, wakeup," Haru called again, louder this time, the doorknob rattling slightly.

"What do we do," Miyako said. "I don't want you to stop fucking me. He c—can't interrupt us."

Renji looked at her and the door, then yanked out his cock with a wet pop.

Miyako whimpered.

He removed the cuffs from her and gave her the lace nightgown down. "Go deal with it," he ordered. "Get rid of him so we can keep on fucking and I can give you more cum."

Miyako looked down at his cock. "More cum…" she said hypnotically.

"Yes. Now go."

With a mumble, Miyako stumbled off the bed on shaky legs, thighs slick, face flushed crimson, hair plastered to her cheeks with sweat and drool.

She cracked the door open just enough to show her face, keeping the rest of her body hidden behind the door.

She saw Haru outside there in pajama pants and a loose T-shirt, hair messy from sleep, rubbing one eye like a little kid.

The usual arrogant smirk was gone. He looked small, uncertain, almost embarrassed.

"Mom… can you come tuck me in?" he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes. "I—I can't fall asleep. I need you to do the thing with my back like when I was little. Please?"

Miyako's heart cracked and burned at the same time. This was becoming a usual reoccurrence.

Her son, Haru, had grown the habit some months ago of wanting this sort of treatment. At school, he was the bully who tormented Renji daily, at home, he was reduced to begging for the same comfort he'd demanded when he was six.

"I-I'll be there soon, sweetheart," she managed, voice trembling. "Just give Mommy a few minutes, okay?"

Haru frowned, finally looking at her properly. "Why are you sweating so much? It's freezing in here. And why do you sound weird?"

Miyako hesitated for a moment. "Do I sound weird?"

"Yes," Haru said with a nod. "You really do. And you're sweating a lot."

Before she could answer, Renji stepped silently behind her. One hand clamped over her mouth from behind; the other guided his slick cock between her thighs and pushed straight back into her soaked pussy in a single slow thrust.

Miyako's eyes rolled back instantly, a muffled, pathetic moan vibrating against Renji's palm.

"Mom?" Haru blinked, confused. "Are you okay?"

Renji began fucking her right there against the door, slow, deep strokes that made her knees buckle.

'Oh no. Renji is fucking me in front of my son. If he sees me my life as a wife and mother will be over.'

Miyako's hands scrabbled uselessly at the wood, tits bouncing under the lace with every thrust. 'Mhm fuck. He always feels so good! Especially now, fuckin me in the middle of my sleeping husband and my oblivious son!'

"Mom?"

"Everything is fine, nghh— baby," she said with a weak smile. "Just go to your room and I'll be there in a minute."

Haru's brow furrowed. "What's going on? Let me in, something sounds weird."

"No—no baby!" Miyako gasped, pushing back on the door with her shoulder while Renji kept pounding. "Everything's fine, really… unless you want to come in and see Mommy and Daddy doing it?"

Haru's face twisted in instant disgust. "Ew, Mom! Gross! No way!"

He took a step back, grimacing, waving his hands like he could erase the image. "Just hurry up and come tuck me in when you're done being disgusting!"

"Hehe. Go wait in your room, Haru," Miyako moaned, Renji slamming so deep her voice cracked. "Daddy feels really good tonight… we'll be done soon…"

"Ugh, whatever," Haru muttered, already turning away. "Thats just nasty." His footsteps retreated down the hall.

The second he was gone, Renji grabbed Miyako and slammed her chest-first against the door, her giant tits pressed hard on the wood.

Then he started pounding her like an animal.

"Ughh! Ughh! Aahhhh ooohhh. Ren— Renji… ahh! I'm your whore! Keep using me…"

Renji groaned.

"Good job getting rid of the little bitch," he growled. "Tucking him in? So your bully son still needs his mommy to scratch his back? A big bully like him needs to be tucked in before he sleeps? That sounds more like a big baby!"

Miyako sobbed, half shame, half pleasure, as Renji railed her against the door so hard the hinges rattled.

"Why couldn't you wait?" she whimpered, looking back at him with tear-streaked cheeks. "Fucking me right in front of my own son… that was so disgraceful…"

Renji laughed cruelly, slapping her ass until it glowed red. "Is that why you're soaking my balls right now, Sergeant? Because getting caught turns you on, you dumb police slut."

He dragged her back to the marital bed, threw her face-down next to snoring Kenoji again, and mounted her prone-bone, cock spearing deep while he mocked her in a sing-song whisper.

"Poor little Haru can't sleep without Mommy scratching his widdle back… maybe tomorrow I'll make you do it with my cum dripping down your thighs."

He flipped her, folded her in half, and hate-fucked her missionary while Kenoji's arm flopped inches away. Every brutal thrust made the mattress bounce, made Kenoji roll slightly toward them, completely oblivious.

"Yes! Yes! Do whatever you want! I'm your personal police whore! Use me, Renji!"

Meanwhile, downstairs: Haru trudged down the stairs, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks still burning from what he'd heard.

Mom and Dad going at it that loud? Weird. They never do that. Guess it's good they're finally banging again or whatever. Still gross.

He passed the closed guest-room door on the way to his own room.

He stopped.

That broke nerd Renji was sleeping in there.

Haru's lip curled. What if the loser was awake, jerking off to the sounds of Haru's own parents fucking? Or worse, stealing shit because he's poor trash?

That's the kind of thing a broke perv would do, wasn't it.

'Maybe I should go check.'

Decision made, Haru regressed a few steps back to the guest room door then turned the knob and peeked in.

The guest bed was neatly made. Renji lay on top of the covers, fully covered with the blanket and seemingly fast asleep.

Haru narrowed his eyes, watching for a long moment.

Huh.

Maybe I've been too hard on the guy.

Maybe he really just wanted a hot meal and a real bed for once.

He closed the door softly and headed to his room,

'Mhm, whatever. Mom should hurry up back there and come scratch my back like she always does.'

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A/N: Finally finished with exams so I can write many chapters now. This week's mass release as one goal: Get the book in Author's Suggestions below to 50 collections for a TEN CHAPTER mass release! Do it guys, let me flush out the mad ideas and naughty nonsense I have for this story as fast as possible to keep you gripped!

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