Mom Knows Best

The house was dark when I stepped inside, the soft click of the door shutting behind me louder than I expected. It was late, far later than I'd planned to come home. After everything with Midnight and the Bakugo family, I figured my family would already be asleep.

I was wrong.

"You're late, Renji."

The voice was calm, smooth, and unwavering, but the weight of it stopped me in my tracks. I turned my head toward the living room, where a single dim light cast shadows across Esdeath's poised figure. She sat with a glass of wine in one hand, the other resting lazily against her thigh. Her ice-blue eyes studied me, piercing and unreadable.

I swallowed but didn't answer immediately. A part of me wanted to brush past her, but I knew better.

"I lost track of time," I said finally, keeping my tone neutral.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You must think I'm a very forgiving woman to let that excuse slide."

I knew better than to respond. The silence was safer.

Esdeath set her wine glass down and stood with effortless grace. Even in the dim lighting, she carried an aura of absolute control.

"You've forgotten my rules, haven't you?" she mused, stepping closer.

I held my ground, but she noticed a slight shift in my posture. Of course, she did. Nothing escaped her.

"Since you seem to need a reminder, allow me to refresh your memory."

She reached out, her gloved fingers tilting my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet hers. Her touch was firm and commanding like she was testing me, waiting to see if I would break eye contact.

I didn't.

That seemed to amuse her. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but there was something else in her expression. Something calculating.

"Tired?" she asked suddenly, her voice softer now, yet no less authoritative.

I exhaled, feeling the exhaustion settle in now that she'd mentioned it. She noticed that, too.

"Go get some rest," she said. It wasn't a suggestion.

I nodded, but my gaze flickered toward the hallway, toward my old bedroom. I'd barely taken a step when I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist. Gentle but firm.

"With me."

I blinked, caught off guard.

She tilted her head slightly, watching my reaction, amused by my hesitation. "You're not a child, Renji. You can handle it, can't you?"

The way she said it wasn't teasing. It was a challenge.

I exhaled through my nose. "Of course."

Her smirk widened just slightly. "Good."

Esdeath turned away then, expecting me to follow. And, despite everything, I did.

As I followed my mother into her bedroom, the heavy scent of incense and jasmine enveloped me, a familiar yet unsettling aroma that always seemed to heighten my senses. 

Esdeath moved with deliberate slowness, her movements calculated to unnerve me, to remind me of the power she wielded over me. She removed her gloves with a sensual deliberation, her eyes never leaving mine, gauging my reaction to this display of dominance.

The air in the room felt electric, charged with an unspoken challenge. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, the silent expectation that I would question her authority, that I would try to assert my own. But I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her to make the next move.

"Kneel," she commanded, her voice low and steady, a mere whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a command.

I sank to my knees before her, the plush carpet soft against my skin. Esdeath's eyes gleamed with a mixture of approval and amusement as she looked down at me, her fingers trailing along the line of my jaw. 

"So obedient," she purred, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "You've grown into a fine young man, Renji." 

Her hand drifted lower, her palm brushing against the fabric of my shirt. "Strong, handsome... and yet, so easily swayed by your mother's will." 

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at her words, a mix of embarrassment and a twisted thrill at the implicit praise. Esdeath's fingers continued their exploration, tracing the contours of my chest, her touch both gentle and possessive. 

"Tell me, Renji," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear, "Do you know why you're here tonight, kneeling at my feet?" I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.

"I... I know I came home late, Mom," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Esdeath's hand stilled on my chest, her fingers pressing against my racing heart. 

"And I'm sorry," I added, the words feeling inadequate but knowing better than to cross her. A low, pleased hum emanated from her throat, her other hand coming up to cradle my cheek. 

"Apologies are for the weak, Renji," she said, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. "I prefer actions that demonstrate your respect and obedience." 

Her thumb stroked my cheekbone, the touch both soothing and unsettling. 

"You will spend the night in my bed," she decreed, her voice firm and unyielding. "A reminder of who holds the power here." I nodded, my throat tight, understanding the unspoken implications.

Esdeath's grip on my chin tightened, forcing me to meet her gaze. 

"Do you accept my terms, Renji?" she asked, her voice a husky purr. 

I nodded again, the weight of her dominance settling over me like a physical presence. 

"Good boy," she purred, releasing my chin and stepping back. She began to unbutton her dress with deliberate slowness, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy expanse of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. I felt my mouth go dry, my pulse quickening as I watched her, my eyes drawn to the subtle curves and lines of her body. Esdeath's smile was a thin, knowing line as she caught my gaze, her eyes glinting with a challenge. 

"Look away, Renji," she commanded, her voice a soft, silky caress. 

I tore my gaze away from Esdeath's partially revealed body, my face burning with a mix of shame and desire. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing and evaluating, as I struggled to maintain my composure. 

"You may rise," she said after a moment, her voice dripping with authority. I stood, my legs a little shaky, and faced her once more. Esdeath's dress now hung open, revealing the tantalizing expanse of her cleavage and the smooth, pale skin of her throat. She reached out, her fingers grazing my cheek, her touch sending shivers down my spine. 

"Come, Renji," she purred, turning and walking towards the bed. "Let's get you settled in for the night."

I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. As I climbed onto the bed, Esdeath's hand guided me to lie down, her fingers splaying across my chest as if claiming ownership. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation at the weight of her touch. She loomed over me, her body a dark silhouette against the moonlit window. 

"You're almost a grown man now, Renji," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "But you're still my son, and you'll do as I say." 

Her hand slid down my abdomen, her fingers dipping beneath the hem of my shirt. I caught my breath, my body tensing at the intimate contact. 

"Let's see how well you obey," she purred, her nails scraping lightly against my skin as she pushed the fabric up. I remained still, my heart racing, as she exposed my torso to her hungry gaze.

Esdeath's fingers trailed along my skin, mapping the contours of my chest and abdomen with a possessive touch. I could feel the heat of her body as she leaned over me, her breasts brushing against my arm. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more primal.

"You've grown into a fine specimen, Renji," she murmured, her voice a husky purr. "Strong, lean... and so responsive to my touch." Her hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to meet her gaze. 

"I wonder how you'll react to other pleasures, other forms of discipline." Her thumb stroked my lower lip, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. 

"Shall we find out?" I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my throat as I realized where this was heading. Esdeath's other hand slid down my body, her fingers tracing the waistband of my pants. 

"Strip,"

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with the implications of complying, before slowly reaching for the hem of my shirt. Esdeath's eyes never left mine as I pulled the fabric up and over my head, exposing my bare chest to her hungry gaze. She let out a soft, appreciative hum, her fingers trailing down my torso to the waistband of my pants. 

"Very good, Renji," she purred, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Now, the rest." 

I swallowed hard, my hands shaking slightly as I fumbled with the button and zipper of my pants. Esdeath watched me with an air of calm dominance, her eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle with anticipation and nerves. As I pushed my pants down, baring myself to her, I could feel her gaze drinking in every detail, every curve and contour of my body. 

"Beautiful,"

Esdeath's praise hung in the air, her voice a low, husky purr that sent a shiver down my spine. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, my heart pounding in my chest as I awaited her next move. Her fingers trailed over my skin, tracing the lines of my muscles, the curve of my hip. 

"You're so responsive to my touch, Renji," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "I wonder what other reactions you'll have to my... discipline." 

Her hand slid lower, her palm brushing against the growing bulge in my boxers. I gasped, my body instinctively arching into her touch. Esdeath's smile was a thin, knowing line as she continued to explore, her fingers tracing the shape of my erection through the thin fabric. 

"You're already hard for me, aren't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "So eager to please your mother."

Her fingers deftly worked the waistband of my boxers, sliding them down my thighs and exposing my aching cock. Esdeath's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she took in the sight of me, hard and flushed, my skin flushed with a mix of arousal and nervousness. 

"Look at you," she purred, her hand wrapping around my shaft, her touch firm and possessive. "So responsive, so eager. You were made for this, Renji." 

I groaned, my hips bucking into her grip as she stroked me, her touch both soothing and electrifying. 

"Mom," I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it, a desperate plea for more for her to continue her sensual torment. Esdeath's smile widened, her grip tightening on my cock as she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. 

"That's right, Renji," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I whimpered, my body writhing beneath Esdeath's touch as she stroked my cock with a firm, possessive grip. Her other hand slid up my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my collarbone, her nails scraping lightly against my skin. 

"You're so responsive, Renji," she purred, her voice a low, husky growl. "I can feel how much you want this, how much you crave my touch." 

I nodded, unable to form words, my hips bucking into her hand as she continued to stroke me. Esdeath's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and lust as she gazed down at me, her own arousal evident in the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. 

"Mom," I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it, a desperate plea for more, for her to take control, to claim me as hers.

"Mom," I whispered again, the word falling from my lips like a prayer. Esdeath's smile widened, her grip on my cock tightening as she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. 

"That's a good boy, Renji," she purred, her breath hot against my skin. "You know who you belong to, don't you?" 

I nodded, my throat working as I tried to swallow past the lump of desire that had formed there. 

"Yes, Mom," I managed to gasp out, the word feeling both intimate and taboo on my tongue. 

Esdeath's eyes flashed with a predatory light as she straightened up, her hand never leaving my aching cock. 

"Good," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you obey when I give you an order."

Esdeath's fingers tightened around my cock, her grip firm and unyielding. 

"Touch me, Renji," she commanded, her voice a low, husky purr. "Put your hands on your mother's body." 

I hesitated for a moment, my mind reeling at the intimate command, before slowly reaching out to trace the curves of her cleavage. My fingers brushed against the soft, cool skin of her breasts, the delicate lace of her bra the only barrier between my touch and her flesh. Esdeath let out a soft, pleased hum, her eyes never leaving mine as I explored her, my touch tentative and unsure. 

"More," she urged, her grip on my cock tightening, "Show me how much you want to please me."

I obeyed, my fingers sliding beneath the lace to cup the soft weight of her breasts, my thumb brushing against the hardened peak of her nipple. Esdeath's back arched, a low moan escaping her lips as I teased her sensitive flesh. 

"That's it, Renji," she purred, her hand still stroking my cock with a firm, rhythmic motion. "Touch me, worship me. Show me how much you desire your mother." 

I couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sensation of her hand on my shaft, her grip both tight and expert, coaxing pre-cum from the tip of my cock. 

"Mom," I breathed, the word slipping out on a sigh as I continued to explore her breasts, my fingers tweaking and rolling her nipples between them.

Esdeath's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and lust as I played with her breasts, my fingers sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She increased the pace of her stroking as she worked me towards the brink. 

"You're close, aren't you, Renji?" she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper. "So close to cumming for your mother." 

I nodded, my hips bucking into her hand as I fought to hold back, not wanting the moment to end. 

"Please, Mom," I gasped, my voice strained with need. "I need...I need to..." Esdeath's smile was a wicked, knowing curve of her lips. 

"Finish for me, Renji," she commanded, her fingers tightening around my shaft. "Cum in my hand, show me how much you crave my touch."

My body tensed as the pressure built to a crescendo, Esdeath's hand milking my cock with expert precision. 

"Cum for me, Renji," she commanded her voice a seductive purr. "Cover my hand with your release, show me how much you desire your mother." 

With a hoarse gasp, I finally succumbed to the pleasure, my cock pulsing as I erupted in a torrent of hot, sticky cum. Esdeath's other hand caught my essence, her fingers closing around my spent member as she stroked me through the aftershocks, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant light. 

"Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she released my softened cock, her hand glistening with my release. "You obey so well, Renji. You were made for me."

Esdeath brought her cum-slicked fingers to her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she brought them to her mouth. I watched, transfixed, as she sucked my essence from her hand, her tongue swirling around each digit with a languid, sensual motion. 

"Delicious," she purred, her voice a low, husky murmur. "You taste even better than I imagined, Renji." 

I felt a surge of heat to my already flushed cheeks at the intimate display, my heart pounding in my chest as I lay there, exposed and vulnerable beneath her. Esdeath's gaze never left mine as she licked her fingers clean, her tongue darting out to catch every last drop of my cum. 

"You're mine, Renji," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "Body, mind, and soul. Never forget that."

Esdeath's words hung in the air, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down my spine. I felt a sense of surrender, of acceptance, wash over me, as if I had finally come home to where I belonged. 

"Yes, Mom," I whispered, the word feeling both natural and right on my lips. "I'm yours." 

Esdeath's smile was a slow, satisfied curve of her lips as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. 

"Sleep now, my sweet boy," she murmured against my mouth. "We still need to get up early tomorrow." 

With that, she pulled back, her body sliding off mine as she settled beside me, her dress falling closed to conceal the evidence of our intimate encounter. I lay there, my heart still racing, my mind reeling from the events of the night, as I felt her arm wrap around me, pulling me close to her side.

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As the first light of dawn crept through the windows, I lay awake, my mind buzzing with the events of the previous night. Esdeath's arm was still draped over me, her breath soft and even as she slept, her face peaceful and beautiful in the morning light. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, taking in the elegant lines of her features, the subtle curves of her body beneath the silk of her dress. 

My gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts and the delicate slope of her throat before reluctantly dragging away to focus on the task at hand. I had a plan, a desire to mark this moment, to leave my claim on my mother's body, even as she slept. 

With a deep breath, I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I traced the edge of her dress, sliding the fabric down to reveal the smooth expanse of her skin.

My fingers skimmed over the soft, cool skin of Esdeath's abdomen, tracing the gentle curve of her waist before dipping lower to the waistband of her panties. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest as I considered the boldness of my actions, the sheer audacity of touching my mother while she slept. 

But I couldn't resist the temptation, the desire to claim her, to mark her as mine. With a soft gasp, I hooked my fingers in the delicate lace and tugged the fabric down, exposing the delicate, untouched flesh beneath. 

Esdeath's skin was flawless, smooth, and unblemished, a sight that made my mouth water with desire. 

I couldn't help but lean in, my lips brushing against the inside of her thigh as I inhaled her scent, a heady mix of sleep and arousal. 

As I inhaled the intoxicating scent of my mother's arousal, my hand slid further up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the slick, heated flesh of her pussy. 

Esdeath stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she didn't wake, lost in the depths of slumber. Emboldened, I pushed her legs apart, exposing her to my hungry gaze. 

Her pussy was glistening with desire, the pink folds swollen and inviting. I couldn't resist, my mouth watering at the sight. 

"Mom," I breathed, the word a prayer as I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. 

Esdeath's flavor exploded on my tongue, sweet and tangy, her arousal coating my mouth as I lapped at her, my fingers delving between her thighs to stimulate her clit. I worked her with a growing urgency, my arousal building as I savored the taste of my mother's desire.

As I devoured my mother's pussy, my fingers working her clit with increasing urgency, I couldn't resist the urge to cover myself, to hide myself, to give her a surprise when she eventually woke up. 

I reached for the blanket, my movements fumbling slightly as I awkwardly pulled it over my body, my mouth still latched onto Esdeath's sex. The fabric rustled softly as I positioned myself, my face buried between her thighs, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. 

I continued to work her with my tongue and my fingers, lost in the sensation of her arousal, the taste of her desire. 

Esdeath's moans grew louder, her hips twitching against my face as she edged closer to climax. I knew I had to push her over the edge, to make her cum for me while she slept, to claim her in the most intimate way possible.

Esdeath's body tensed, her legs trembling as she teetered on the brink of climax. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue delving deep, my fingers pressing against her clit with relentless precision. 

Just as she was about to tumble over, I felt the blanket rustle as she stirred. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, as the realization dawned, she gasped in shock. 

"Renji?" she breathed, her voice husky with arousal. 

I didn't respond, instead focusing all my attention on her throbbing sex, my tongue lashing at her clit. 

"Oh, Renji," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" 

With a sudden movement, she reached out, her fingers closing around the edge of the blanket and yanking it down, revealing my naked body to her gaze. I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks as she took in the sight of me, my cock hard and straining, my skin flushed with arousal. 

"Look at you," Esdeath breathed, her eyes roving over my form with a hungry gaze. "So eager to please your mother, aren't you?"

Esdeath's gaze lingered on my naked form, her eyes burning with a fierce, possessive light. 

"You want to taste me, don't you, Renji?" she purred, her voice low and husky. "You want to cover yourself in my juices, to mark yourself as mine?" 

I nodded, unable to form words, my mouth too busy lavishing attention on her dripping pussy. Esdeath let out a throaty laugh, her hand coming down to cup my chin, tilting my head up to meet her gaze. 

"Then do it, my sweet boy," she commanded, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "Make me cum, and then I'll let you coat yourself in my essence. Show me how much you crave your mother's touch." 

With that, she relaxed back against the pillows, her legs parting further, inviting me to continue my ministrations.

I dove back in, my tongue delving into Esdeath's dripping sex with renewed vigor. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against my face as I worked her, my fingers pressing against her clit in time with my licks. 

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her breath coming in sharp pants as she teetered on the edge of climax. 

"Renji," she panted, her voice strained with pleasure, "don't stop... please, don't stop..." 

I redoubled my efforts, determined to push her over the edge, to make her cum hard around my tongue. 

With a final, desperate thrust of my tongue and a pinch of my fingers against her clit, Esdeath shattered, her body arching off the bed as she cried out my name. I lapped at her, drinking in her release as her juices flooded my mouth and coated my face.

As Esdeath's climax subsided, I continued to lap at her, savoring the taste of her release, her juices coating my tongue and lips. 

She panted softly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I knew I had to give her what she craved, to let her see me covered in her essence, a visual reminder of her dominance and my submission. 

With a final, gentle kiss to her sensitive flesh, I pulled back, my face glistening with her arousal. Esdeath's eyes widened as she took in the sight, a triumphant smile curving her lips. "

Look at you," she purred, her voice low and husky. "So pretty and covered in my juices. You're mine, Renji, in every way." She reached out, her fingers trailing over my face, smearing her essence across my skin.

After our intimate moment, I reluctantly pulled back, my body still humming with arousal. Esdeath's gaze lingered on me, her eyes dark with a mix of satisfaction and desire. 

"Shower with me," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "We'll wash away the evidence of our playtime, and then I'll make breakfast for the family." 

I nodded, already moving to join her in the en-suite bathroom. As the water cascaded over us, Esdeath's hands roamed over my body, soaping me up, her touch both gentle and possessive. I returned the favor, washing every inch of her, my fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and the slope of her hips. When we finally emerged, wrapped in towels, Esdeath's expression was serene, almost maternal. 

"Go get dressed, Renji," she said, her voice soft. "I'll be downstairs, starting breakfast."