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Erotic Nerima Encounters	By : hsaotome Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 35793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Erotic Nerima Encounters
by H. Saotome
MF, Oral.
Chapter 4. In Front of Mother
"Hey Akane, say cheese!"
"Huh?" Flash!
"I got a new camera!" Nabiki held the device out so her younger sister could see. "Look at how well the pictures turn out!"
Several photographs flipped past Akane's eyes. "Wait, stop!" She went back to one photograph in particular, then let out a small gasp. The photograph showed Akane herself, standing in front of the shoji. From behind the shoji and protruding out into view, she could clearly see the end of the cloth wrapped katana which Nodoka Saotome carried everywhere!
Oh no! she thought. I've got to warn Ranma! His mother is still somewhere around the house! She took off running, her short skirt swirling around her thighs, searching for her troublesome fiance.
Meanwhile Ranma was upstairs in the guest room, trying to plan how he would apologize to Akane. He hadn't really meant to say he didn't want to see her tits. He had been annoyed, and scared of being caught acting like a pervert by his mother, and his mouth had gotten away from him - as it did all too often. The truth was, seeing Akane barely covered in an unhooked bra had given him an instant hard on, and he wasn't at all averse to seeing even more. The problem was how to explain that without getting thoroughly thrashed for putting it wrong.
Suddenly Akane burst into the room with him. Without the slightest pause she shouted, "Come on! You've got to hide!" then grabbed him by the pigtail and dragged him out into the hallway. She ran down the hall, pulling him behind, while he was still trying to work out what was happening so as to form a coherent protest.
He finally started to say something, only to have Akane clap a hand over his mouth and hiss, "Shh!"
Then she ducked through the door into her own bedroom, still pulling him behind. She closed the door quickly, locked it, then turned and gave a sigh of momentary relief.
Only to see the hem of a kimono sticking out of her own closet.
Instantly Akane slapped off her bedroom light. It was almost completely dark outside now, so it immediately became difficult to see anything in the room. Unfortunately, it was probably already too late to prevent Nodoka from having spotted her son. Holding a hand over her chest, trying to prevent herself from panting, Akane waited for the axe to fall. She was certain that any moment the woman would emerge, demanding that Ranma prepare to commit suicide for being an unmanly pervert.
Nothing happened after several seconds, so Akane crept closer to the opening in the closet door. She tried peering inside, but it was impossible to see anything. Listening hard, she finally made out a slow, rhythmic breathing sound. She almost collapsed in relief, realizing that the woman had fallen asleep while waiting. She turned back to Ranma to explain.
In the meantime, Ranma had been putting two and two together and coming up with five. Akane had gotten upset with him for saying he didn't want to look at her tits, meaning that she did want him to do so. Now she had pulled him into her bedroom, just the two of them alone, and locked the door. Andturned off the light. Obviously she returned the interest he'd never dared voice before, and had decided to do something about it.
So as she approached once more, Ranma enfolded his fiancee in an embrace. He finally began his apology, as best he could. "Look, I'm sorry I said ..."
"Shh!" Akane said quietly, putting a finger over his lips.
Ranma thought some more. Apparently she had already forgiven him, and didn't want him trying to stammer out some poorly worded apology. She must realize how he really felt, and was accepting the intention of his apology, which was certainly better than any phrasing he would be able to put together. Which meant, what she really wanted was to get on with the reason she'd pulled him in here.
So Ranma leaned forward and sealed his lips to Akane's, giving her the most passionate kiss he could.
Akane's mind went completely blank and her knees weakened, only Ranma's strong arms holding her up. Unconsciously she kissed him back, just as passionately. After a minute or so a tongue tentatively touched her lips, and she opened to allow it entrance. Her own tongue started to dance with his.
Her brain slowly started to work again. Ranma kissed me! And I'm kissing him! Why am I kissing him? Why did he kiss me? How could he? After what he said earlier? I oughta ...
She broke off her thoughts there, while trying to decide exactly what it was she ought to do. By rights she should punt him into the wall. Except that would certainly wake Aunt Nodoka, and whatever his sins she didn't really want to watch Ranma kill himself. But by the same token, she couldn't doanything which would make any noise. Which left her with damn few options.
She lost herself in the kiss again.
Awareness returned as she realized that Ranma was unzipping her skirt. Frozen in shock, the zipper was pulled all the way down before she reacted. Akane grabbed his hand, pulling it away. Apparently, however, he had already undone the button as well. The fabric slid over her hips and fell to the floor.
For a moment Akane almost screamed, but the situation reasserted itself in her mind. Reluctantly, she held her silence. Putting her palms to the hard muscles of Ranma's chest, she pushed lightly. She might as well have tried pushing a mountain. The same factors as before prevented her from resorting to violence, but anything less was not going to budge him. And the ongoing kiss was still trying to fog her mind.
Then her brain circuits shorted out entirely when Ranma slipped one arm behind her back, and his other hand reached down and began stroking her through her panties. Akane moaned very quietly into his mouth, and pressed herself more firmly against him.
The sleeping presence nearby of Nodoka Saotome was completely forgotten. Akane was reveling in new sensations, new experience. Well, not entirely unfamiliar sensations. She'd certainly touched herself there before. Yet somehow it was wholly different to feel Ranma's finger dancing on the hard nub of her clitoris. She was having trouble getting enough air through her nose as the kiss went on.
Other clothing came off, one item at a time, requiring their mouths to separate for brief moments. Sooner than seemed possible they were both naked. Ranma lowered her down to her bed. Then his mouth left hers, and did not immediately return. Akane whimpered softly at the absence, before her back arched when his lips closed around her nipple. She had never realized how long and hard her nipples could grow, as they were sucked one after another into his mouth and his tongue swirled over them.
Then his mouth moved even lower, down between her legs. Akane was forced to bite on the side of her hand in order to prevent the entire family from learning what was transpiring. Almost unconsciously her legs wrapped around Ranma's back, pulling his mouth even tighter against her. Her ankles crossed there, and she pushed her hips upward, doing whatever she could to increase the pleasure even more.
Akane whimpered again in loss as her lover's tongue ceased the magic it was performing. Ranma moved up along her body, until his face hovered over hers. He asked, "Do you want ... you know?" but not really sure how to phrase it.
In the darkness, barely seen, he saw her nod. With a small effort he found his target. Then in one long thrust he plunged himself fully within her tight, warm depth.
Akane tried to be silent as she felt herself stretched in a way she never had been before. Truly she did. There was never any chance that she could manage it completely, though she did somehow keep it to a fairly quiet grunt which morphed into a long moan. She thanked God for the frequency with which she had practiced with her fingers. There was only a slight amount of pain, easily overwhelmed by a massive wave of pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she groaned in a whisper, not even noticing her own startling use of profanity.
Ranma obliged, pulling almost all of the way out before thrusting steadily all the way back in, courteously refraining from pretending to be a pile driver. He felt her legs wrap around his back once more, this time crossing her ankles behind his thighs. After he pulled back, she used her calves to push him inward, filling her completely, and Ranma let her set the pace in this manner. Back and forth their bodies moved in ancient dance, as their mouths sought each other and locked together again.
Ecstasy built up, layer upon layer, until their bodies could hold no more. An involuntary spasm and then the avalanche was crashing down upon Akane. Her back arched as every muscle clenched tight. A scream was cut off, coming out as a wordless moan which reverberated in the room but stopped at the walls. Ranma responded by shoving himself in to the hilt, firing jet after jet after jet of hot cum, seemingly intent on completely filling her womb. An endless time later he finally collapsed, the two teenagers still joined by his barely softened manhood.
"My manly son! I'm so proud of you!"
The heads of both teens spun to look to the side. Nodoka was standing there beside the bed, hands clasped in front of her bosom. A beaming smile lit her face, glowing visibly even in the dark of the room.
"Aaaaahhh!" Akane cried out, mortified.
"Mom?" Ranma whimpered, struggling to disengage himself. Unfortunately Akane's muscles had locked down, trapping him immovably inside of her.
The woman continued speaking, oblivious. "Ranma, you are obviously a man among men, just as my husband promised you would be. It's wonderful to see you give your fiancee so much pleasure! I expect you to continue to do so every day! It's clear I don't need this any more."
With that she pulled a piece of paper out of somewhere, which the two teens could only guess to be the seppuku contract, the promise that Ranma would die if he was found to be unmanly. With a ripping sound the paper was torn in two.
Ranma only thought he had collapsed before. He sank bonelessly onto the girl below him, unspeakable relief spreading throughout his body.
"Now why don't you two continue what you were doing?" Nodoka suggested conspiratorially. "I'll just let myself out. And I'll keep your fathers too busy to come up and interfere." With that she slipped out of the room.
"Dear God," Ranma muttered, unable to believe his good fortune. He lifted himself off Akane before he crushed her.
However, she locked her ankles behind him again. "Don't you think you should obey your mother?" she inquired with a glint in her eye. "Now get back to work."
The scene in this chapter is based on the story arc about Nodoka's visit when Akane's and Ranma's busts have grown larger, in (VIZ translation) volume 32, chapters 5 to 9, and most specifically chapter 7. Alternatively, this was volume 34 chapter 7 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 362 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, events happen pretty much the same up until Ranma's embrace of Akane, except that the room they are in is not Akane's bedroom. When Ranma embraces Akane she screams, and Nodoka wakes up, steps out of the closet, and lays her katana alongside Ranma's neck. After which he uses a martial arts moved called the "Saotome tatami flip" in order to escape.
Note from H. Saotome, 2016-07-06: Added chapter.
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