Ashi Ranma: Mother Dear.. (DARK) (LEMON) [Episode 119930]

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"Thank you Nodoka-san." the bald old man bowed respectfully, "The children sure do enjoy your presence."

"It's my pleasure, Higashi-san." she returned the bow, smiling friendly like, if a little tired. "Seeing all those happy kids at the end of the day makes it well worth my efforts."

Higashi nodded, grinning slightly, "Little Ichikoo's quite taken with you.." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "If only a kind mother like you would adopt her, I'm sure she'd make an excellent daughter." he hinted, not so subtle.

She was flattered, truly she was by the man's attempt. Though, she highly doubted he'd be anywhere near as generous with his compliments if he knew how her relationship, or really the lack of one, with her own biological child was going. She was careful not to let the slight bout of depression she felt at that rise up to her face, or her voice, "I'm sure she will. Good night, Higashi-san."

The man sighed a bit at that, still retaining his good natured smile, "Good night, Nodoka-san."

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Nodoka sighed, a depressive thing as she closed the door to her empty little house. Setting the Family Katana to the side, she slipped out of her sandals, quickly stepping into a comfortable pair of slippers. The omnipresent silence of her home didn't bother her anymore, not as much as it use to the days, even years after her dear little boy and husband set out upon their journey. She had long since gotten use to being alone in this great big house, too use to it in fact. It made the prospect of spending time with her husband and son a hard thing to do, after over ten years of being alone it was hard to get use to having her family home again, a cold fact which galled her to no end.

She yawned, tiredly moving through the house for the stairs. While she certainly enjoyed her time at the orphanage, the kids were quite experienced in tiring her out. Piggy back rides, various games, numerous hours spent listening to their hopes and dreams, it drained her severely. Still, she wouldn't stop going for the world. They were like windows, allowing her to look back to a time where she made perhaps the biggest mistake of her life, and in a way they were like a second chance. A chance to raise a child, even if it wasn't her own, as she should have raised Ranma.

Stepping into her room, she immediately frowned at the open window. Wasn't that closed when she left? She was sure of it. Looking outside, she spared the empty yard a curious glance, before pulling the window closed and locking it. Sighing, she turned around her hands dipping to her waist. With long practiced motions, her obi came undone, falling to the floor. Parting her Kimono slightly, she breathed a sigh in relief, the tension she felt at wearing the traditional clothing fading away. People would be most surprised to find out that she actually hated wearing the things, only doing so to retain her honorable persona.

"Hello, mother."

Nodoka startled, quickly closing her Kimono to cover her undergarments, whipping around while holding her kimono shut tightly, she hissed warningly as she spied her son sitting in a chair on the far side of the room, "Ranma! What are you doing here so late?"

Ranma gazed at the woman seemingly bored, head prompt up against his hand as he leaned tiredly on the armrest, "Jus wanted ta see ya, y'know, kinda wanted ta talk."

"Couldn't it have waited until morning, dear?" she sighed, tiredly. Truly, she'd like nothing more then to talk to her son, the fact he came to her was uplifting to her waning spirits. She didn't kid herself, her rather forceful demands yesterday left he feeling like he'd never want to talk to her again.

"No." he said, seriously, uncrossing his legs before standing up. "It's important, y'know, somethin thats been botherin me for awhile." he stepped up to the woman.

"I see." she sighed, "Why don't you wait in the living room while I get dressed." she said while reaching down for her discarded Obi. She was surprised then, when her son stepped up close, grabbing her hand before she could even begin leaning down. She was about to scold him, when he squeezed her hand harshly, pulling it back up. "Son!" she winced, "Son your hurting me!"

"I know." he responded, tone dead, uncaring. She had only a moment to blink at that, before her son reared back and slammed her across the face with his fist. The meaty whack of his fist against her cheek stunned her, her senses becoming skewed as she fell to the ground. Never, not once in a million years had she ever considered her own son striking her. A burning pain flared in her mouth, quickly followed by the coppery taste of blood. Tentatively she reached up and touched her lips, staring at her fingers colored red from her blood. "You.. you hit me?" she whimpered that bit out, disbelieving.

"Yah abandoned me." he replied in turn, reaching down and grabbing her hand before pulling her up harshly. She was too stunned and dizzy to really stand up on her own, his motions only ending up dragging her across the room abit. Not to be stalled, she felt as her son reached down, gripping her by the waist and lifting her up before throwing her up against the wall hard. She cried, pain flaring across her back as she hit the hard surface, where she began to slide down a little only to be stopped in her tracks as her son grabbed her by the neck, pulling back and slamming her head against the wall again. Her head was ringing, her sight wavering from the force of his blow. She cried, loudly then, desperately pleading for her son to stop hurting her, ineffectually trying to pry her son's near strangling hold on her neck off.

"Shut up." he snapped, slamming her in the gut hard enough to knock the breath out of her. "I swear ma, if you don't stop cryin and shut the fuck up, I'll beat ya black and blue, got it?" he warned, eyes burning hatefully as he forced her to stare into his own. She did as she was told for the most part, unable to stop the occasional whimpering from escaping. The fact her son could do something like this to her of all people really hurt, hurt far more then the pain she felt when she discovered he had been hiding from her for fear of having to commit seppuku.

"Good." he grunted. When he said nothing more, instead reaching up and pulling her kimono apart, exposing her bra and underwear, she lost control again. Openly crying, "Stop! Don't touch me!" as she tried to close her Kimono, she felt the pressure around her neck increase to the point of choking her. Switching from her Kimono, she once again tried to pull his hand away, her nails digging into his hand but doing nothing to stop him. Black dots began to appear on the edges of her vision, a sense of vertigo overcoming her senses as she began to lose consciousness. The last sight she had before darkness claimed her was of her son, his burning blue eyes alit with absolute hate and rage as he strangled his mother.

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Ranma let his mother go, the woman dropping to the ground unconscious. "Pfeh." Did she think going unconscious on him would spare her the agony he had planned? Nothing sort of death was going to stop him from doing what ever he damn well felt like doing, and as far as he figured this was a punishment long in coming. Gathering up the woman in his arms, he carelessly threw her on the bed, the woman landing in a tangle of limbs, her kimono opening slightly and exposing her simple undergarments and smooth skin. He ignored that, grabbing her sheet and ripping it into long pieces, before grabbing her hands and lifting the up overhead and tying them together, and then binding them to the headboard.

Grabbing her legs, he split them apart before tying them to the leg posts of the western style bed. He was slightly surprised to find Nodoka of all people had one, she always seemed the traditional type, to the point of insanity as far as he figured. He shook his head, shelving that thought for later. Stripping out of his clothes quickly, he grabbed his underwear and the last piece of torn up sheet before straddling his mothers stomach. Prying her mouth open, he rolled up the article of clothing and shoved it in forcibly, before finishing off the gag by tying it into place. He spared her a long look, admiring the slight bruise even now growing on her cheek, small slivers of her tears glittering in the pale light coming in through the window. He debated mentally, one last time, about what he was going to do. The woman was his mother, the woman who gave him life and brought him into this world. She was also the bitch who abandoned him to that bastard Genma, also the woman who demanded he was the epitome of manliness at all times, else he be forced to kill himself to satisfy her warp sense of fucked up honor.

Ranma glowered, grabbing the woman by the cheeks roughly, "Wakey wakey!" he shook her roughly when she didn't wake up immediately, a cold smirk growing on his features as her eyes fluttered opened. He almost laughed at the confusion shown at first, which quickly degenerated to fear and no small dose of anger. Pfeh, if this bitch was angry now, just wait until he got done with her! She tried to mumble something through her gag, but it came out as little more then unintelligible dribble.

"Yeah ma, yer gagged, tied up." Ranma cooed, leaning down and laying harsh rough kisses along her jawline. "You ain't got a clue how long I've been wantin this."

"MmmFF!" The woman struggled against her bonds to no avail, unable to gain any type of leverage with her son's impressive weight crushing her from above. The sickening feel of his tongue darting out from his mouth, leaving a long trail of heated saliva alone her jaw shocked her. A sense of desperation welling up in the base of her belly as he son leaned up and glared at her, those cold heartless eyes piercing her to her very core. They promised nothing but pain, nothing but torture in the very near future. Body quivering in fear, she couldn't stop herself from crying, from mumbling through her gag a desperate plea for him to stop this, stop before things got out of hand, stop before he hurt her anymore then he already had.

Her son, apparently, didn't give a shit as his hands flowed down her neck. A brief but smothering fear of being choked to death threatened to overwhelm her, but quickly faded as his hands moved to her shoulders. Tentatively, her son pulled on her shoulder straps, pulling them up, before letting them go. She winced in slight pain from that, but couldn't stop herself from noticing her son's eyes glued to her breasts as they jiggled a little from the action. Her son gripped the bridge of her bra, hands tightening before ripping the loose article to pieces.

Nodoka winced, turning her head and shutting her eyes tightly as he son brutally stripped her bra away.

Ranma reached out, roughly grabbing hold of her tits and smashing them together. Her whimpering and desperate pleading was ignored as he found himself engrossed in the fleshy, pliable orbs. Soft yet firm, which he found kind of surprising. Didn't girls titties sag or something as they got older? He shelved that thought for later. He had a plan to follow through on, and he couldn't let himself be distracted.

"Nice tits ma." he let them go, moving on down her body until his hands settled over her stomach. "Nice'n smooth." he explored the contours of her slightly muscled stomach. It wasn't overly muscled by any means of the word, just slightly hard at certain places, but soft and smooth in others. "Hard to believe, y'know, this is where I was born." he leaned down and kissed the woman's belly button, unmindful of the futile struggles to get him off of her. "Spent nine months here, protected by yer womb." he looked up, glaring deeply. "Bout the only real place I was eva safe in this hell hole." he snorted bitterly, ignoring the woman's pleading eyes as he slid further down. Grapping the hem of her underwear, he wasted no time in ripping the restrictive article away, eyes immediately latching on and examining her cute little slit. Tentatively scraping his index finger along the fleshy slit, he grinned manically catching her eyes with his own, "Spent tha first nine months of my life tryin to get out of here.."

Nodoka shivered in disgust every second that passed. She tried to scream, to cry, to call for help, but the gag made certain no one would hear her, much less come to the rescue. Why was he doing this to her!? What had she done to deserve this treatment?!? She felt a surge of anxiety and hopeless desperation well up in her as the feeling of something hard, throbbing, and moist was pressed against her jade gates. Eyes flaring open, she looked up in shock at the sight of her son's cock positioned and aimed to plunge into her snatch.

Ranma smirked, the sight of his mother shaking her head, eyes desperately pleading for him to stop, for him to let her go. Too bad her silent pleas were ignored, "First nine months tryin to get out, but spent the rest of my life tryin to get back in." he slammed his hips forwards, in on stroke piercing her pussy full to the hilt, violently spreading her insides with little to no remorse.

Nodoka screamed, head snapping back as her son defiled her body in full. As his hips began to pump, violently slapping against her inner thighs so hard she knew bruising would come, she dimly heard the words, "Manly now, aren't I bitch?".

The night had only just begun.

---

Ranma yawned, closing the door to the Saotome household. Ah, what a night. He couldn't ever remember waking up and feeling so.. loose.. so free, so at peace. Wincing at how bright the morning sun had become, he reached into his pocket and produced some shades before strutting down the street as if he was the luckiest man alive. Ah, today was going to be a good day, he just knew it.

---

Nodoka laid in the bed, the very same bed her son had brutally raped and tortured her. No longer bound, she huddled in a fetal position, unmindful of the sheets stained with her and her son's juices. Gazing blankly outward, almost as if in a state of catatonia, she remained motionless, not even so much as crying as the feeling of her son's semen slowly oozing it's way out of her abused snatch and anus tingled along her underside. She had been raped, by her own son, the boy showing no remorse or pity as he shot endless stream after endless stream of his spunk into her. She couldn't even feel anything, her mind shattered by the act.

The only thing she knew, couldn't banish from her mind, was her son's parting words, "Yer manly son got's some shit ta do. I'll be back, ma."

He was going to come back.. and her torture would begin anew.

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