Ranma followed his mother inside as she led him and his father through a hallway. Several pictures that had been taken before the training trip were hanging on the walls to the left and right, displaying all three of them as a happy family.
His interest piqued, Ranma studied every picture intently, taking in how happy they all looked on them. The smiles on his mother's face especially caught his eye. Ranma thought they must have been a very happy family, because his mother was smiling happily on every single one of the pictures. She had been a very attractive young woman back then, thought Ranma, with a slender, well-proportioned figure, a cute face and long auburn hair. The gentle smiles she wore on the pictures made her even more beautiful, bringing a joyful sparkle of life to her rich brown eyes and elevating her pretty features to out-of-this-world levels of beauty. And thinking back to the vision of beauty that had opened the door for him and his father, Ranma could say with absolute certainty that she had only become more beautiful with time.
As they walked the short length of the hallway, Nodoka's swaying hips attracted Ranma's gaze like magnets do needles. The rolling motion of her behind was almost hypnotising him. The thin fabric of her yukata was clinging to her curves like second skin, emphasising that she was a woman in the prime of her life. Ranma felt a strange but pleasant sensation in his belly, as if somebody was pouring water into it. Only that this feeling wasn't cooling him down, it made him hot, causing all kinds of funny feelings. The sensation was slowly spreading through his body, the liquid heat trickling down to his loins, causing a stirring in his groin. Ranma had never felt like this before in his whole life. It was as unnerving as it was pleasant. A slight sheen of sweat broke out on Ranma's forehead.
As they reached the end of the hallway, Nodoka stopped in front of a door. Turning slightly, she looked back over her shoulder, providing her son with a view of her profile. Ranma's breath caught in his throat. The funny feeling in his belly intensified as he looked at his mother. She was perfect. The small puddle of heat in his stomach seemed to grow in size and intensity, slowly enveloping his whole body. The young man was a little ashamed as he felt his manhood starting to swell because of his mother.
Despite his shame, Ranma couldn't help but let his gaze travel the whole length of his mother's mouth-watering body from head to toe, starting at her classically beautiful face. Taking in her sparkling eyes, which almost sucked him into their warm brown depths, he swept his look downward over her slender nose to her full lips, before continuing along the creamy skin of her throat. His eyes shortly rested on the curve of her neck and Ranma felt the sudden urge to bury his face in the crook of her throat and suck on that flawless expanse of skin. What would it taste like? he wondered. Surely it would be better and sweeter than the juiciest of fruits.
Panting by now, chest heaving slightly with every breath he took, Ranma's gaze wandered on. The young man almost choked on his tongue when his eyes reached Nodoka's chest. Her yukata was hanging loosely off her shoulders, revealing the swell of her ample bosom. Staring intently, Ranma mentally crossed his fingers, trying to move the dress just another fraction of an inch with his willpower alone to catch a glimpse of her nipple.
Ranma flushed with shame and quickly averted his eyes when he realised what he was doing. This was his mother! He shouldn't be looking at her like this!
But he couldn't help it. As if by magic, his eyes were drawn back to his mother's chest. The skin there was pale, fine blue veins shining through like thin threads of the most precious fabric, and Ranma's mouth started watering. Gulping, suddenly feeling hot, he looked on. His eyes wandered over her slender waist and full hips, stopping at her full rounded bottom. Ranma wanted to grab it, to sink his fingers into that swell of flesh. He knew it was wrong, knew that sons weren't supposed to want to touch and massage their mother's asses, knew that they shouldn't want to squeeze their mother's ass like a ripe fruit and shower it with kisses. Yet there was nothing he could do against those urges. Something within him was urging him on, forced him to look. It took all his self-control to not just grab his mother and do unmentionable things with her. His gaze wandered on, down her long toned legs until it finally came to rest on his mother's dainty feet.
Ranma swallowed heavily, his trousers uncomfortably tight. His heart was pounding a mile a minute and he was panting as if he was in the middle of an intense sparring session with his father. He was spellbound by his mother and could only stare at her in undisguised hunger. It was as if she was using a battle aura, only that Nodoka wasn't radiating fighting or killing intent. Instead she was exuding an aura of raw desirability, almost glowing with sensuality, and he simply couldn't take his eyes off her.
“Here we are,” Nodoka said, drawing Ranma's attention back to her full red lips. He wondered what they tasted like. “This is the living room. Why don't you make yourself at home, while I go brew us some tea?”
Ranma nodded dazedly, still caught in his mother's spell. “O- okay,” he croaked. Nodoka's hips brushed against his crotch as she walked past him, sending an electric shock up and down Ranma's spine, before his nose was assaulted by her smell. His head reeling, his eyes became unfocused as he was overwhelmed by her scent. It was a mixture of vanilla, orange and something he couldn't quite identify. It was a heady, somewhat salty scent, stimulating something primal deep within the young man. Ranma's cock swelled to full hardness as he inhaled that smell, his pupils dilated, and he lost all capacity for lucid thought.
“Boy!” Genma barked, giving his son a hard shove. That managed to shock Ranma out of his daze. “What are you standing out here in the hall for? Move it!”
Ranma shook his head and blinked his eyes, trying to refocus his thoughts. “Right.”
They both entered the living room and took seats on opposite sides of the low table, though Ranma's gait was somewhat awkward and wooden.
As soon as he was seated Ranma started inspecting the living room. It was sparsely furnished, and what furniture there was was of the cheap kind. Several stains decorated the surface of the low table, and the pillows arranged around it were old and torn. A plain ceiling lamp hung above the low table, and another old lamp stood on a small round table in the corner. A sideboard took in a whole wall, and Ranma saw even more old family pictures placed on top of that. They were just like the ones he had seen in the hallway, except for three portraits of him, his father and his mother standing right in the centre.
“So, boy, tell me,” Genma said suddenly, “what do you think? I know it's not very luxurious, but a martial artist's life is not one of riches.”
“I like it, pops,” answered Ranma. “It feels like home.”
They both lapsed into silence again, neither having anything to say, both simply enjoying the feeling of finally being home again.
Ranma used this time to gather and sort his thoughts and to get his body under control again. Think unsexy thoughts, he ordered himself mentally. He thought back to the time he had sat next to his father at the camp fire after they had eaten chilli. Then imagined his father dressed in only a thong chatting up a female panda. Ranma shuddered violently. Woah, I think that did it, he thought.
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