In the evening, Kenshin wanted to finally sleep with his beloved girl and put Ichiro in a small crib standing in the corner of the room, but Aya asked the young man to let the baby sleep with them, saying he was still very small and couldn’t sleep without his mom.
Giving in to the girl, Kenshin agreed, and half an hour later the young mother and father went to sleep.
Ichiro was the happiest of all, fitting between his mother and father, not being fussy at all, and falling asleep instantly.
In the morning, the young parents woke up to their restless baby, who already looked like a two-year-old child and was walking with difficulty on the big bed, occasionally tripping over his mom and dad.
“Oh God, Kenshin, look, our little one is learning to walk!” Aya exclaimed in admiration, watching the baby’s walk across the bed.
“Ichiro, baby, come to Mommy!
Yes, that’s it, come to Mommy!” she called to him, and he slowly walked toward her, exclaiming something unintelligible.
“Ma-ma!” the baby repeated, and walked toward his mother.
“Kenshin!
Did you hear that?
He called me Mommy!” Aya squealed, and pulled the baby into her arms, starting to kiss him.
All Kenshin could do was rub his eyes and watch the scene unfolding before him, still not used to his son’s rapid growth.
Suddenly, Ichiro turned to Kenshin and mumbled: “Da-da!” reaching out his little hands.
Kenshin stared at the baby in shock, surprised that he had started speaking without any teaching.
But then, shaking off the spell, the young man scooped his son up in his arms and pulled him close, to which little Ichiro grunted contentedly.
This day for the young family was similar to the previous one, except that Kenshin took little Ichiro for a walk, and the baby frolicked on the lawn for about an hour, chasing butterflies and tasting beetles.
Aya did her best to protect her son from “dangerous” and “poisonous” beetles, while Kenshin just laughed merrily.
By evening, Ichiro was already running around and could say the simplest words, like “give,” “let’s go,” “hold me,” or “eat.” Kenshin was amazed at where the baby knew all these words, since no one had taught him.
“Maybe the system takes the average level of child-rearing in this world and gives the baby the knowledge that most babies his age have?..” Kenshin mused, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee.
“Uuf, God, he’s so restless…” Aya said with a sigh, entering the kitchen, and started pouring herself some coffee.
“He’ll grow up soon and become even more restless,” Kenshin said with a laugh, then added: “But only until he’s fully grown.
After that, I’ll take over his upbringing and training,” Kenshin said decisively, marking his firm position.
“Ehh, just please, don’t hurt him with your training…” Aya sighed, still not reconciled to the idea that her son would become a shinobi.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.
Only reasonable loads and proper training.
Don’t think of me as a monster; he’s my son first and foremost, and I only want what’s best for him,” Kenshin said, and pulled the girl standing nearby onto his lap.
She was wearing a thin floral sundress and immediately felt the hard bulge in Kenshin’s pants.
“Shall we make a little brother for our Ichiro?” Kenshin said with a smile, and kissed the girl’s tender neck.
“Uuuf, I’m not against it, but let’s not today…
Ichiro could wake up any moment, and besides, he’s still very small and needs supervision.
Maybe tomorrow?” Aya purred, and jumped out of the young man’s embrace, pecking him on the cheek as a goodbye.
“Alright, tomorrow it is.
But mark my words, girl, tomorrow you’re getting double!” Kenshin muttered with a sly grin, and ran his right hand along the girl’s smooth thigh, stopping at her tender bottom in white panties.
Aya gracefully dodged his hand and slipped through the doorway, heading toward her son.
In the evening, the girl again persuaded Kenshin to let little Ichiro sleep with them.
Kenshin grumbled a bit but agreed.
Half an hour later, they all fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
The next day was similar to the previous two, except that Ichiro already looked four years old and was tearing around the whole house, constantly bombarding his mother and father with questions.
Before lunch, Kenshin finished his main chores, trained, checked the snares, went for fish, and drew the foundation of a multi-layered formation two hundred meters from the dwelling.
After lunch, the whole family went to the river, and little Ichiro was delighted when his father taught him to swim, showed him beautiful fish, and even a small, fluffy hare.
At first, Ichiro was afraid of the red-eyed hare, whimpering and hiding behind his mother’s skirt, but ten minutes later he was holding it in his arms, gently stroking its soft fur.
When the young family returned home in full, Ichiro, tired from the eventful games, quickly fell asleep on the couch in the living room.
Kenshin practically immediately grabbed Aya by the hand and dragged her into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The girl quickly jumped back to the bed, not letting herself be caught by her enraged, lust-crazed husband.
She dodged playfully, but a minute later she was caught, and the newlyweds, laughing, collapsed onto the bed.
Their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss, and Kenshin’s strong hands roamed all over the fragile girl’s body, groping her tender flesh, drawing sweet moans from Aya’s mouth.
Kenshin had set up a soundproofing formation in the bedroom a week ago, so now he didn’t have to hold back.
Without breaking the kiss, the young man slipped his hand under the girl’s thin sundress and began stroking her wet, sensitive pussy through her panties.
Aya was really turned on and was happily ready to conceive another baby.
She absolutely loved being a mom and wanted to have a second one by the time the first was grown up.
Kenshin pulled off the girl’s little white panties and tossed them aside, smiling at the sight of her smooth pink pussy.
He was pleased that despite giving birth, Aya took care of her pussy and was always ready for Kenshin to suddenly take possession of her.
The young man was so aroused that he decided to skip the preliminaries.
He spread Aya’s delicate legs, positioned his member at the entrance of her wet pussy, and pushed in gently.
A few minutes later, Kenshin was fucking Aya’s tight pussy with all his might, burying his cock balls-deep into that hot, velvet vice.
“Uuuuungh, god, god, yes!
Kenshin, oh my god…” Aya whimpered, her legs locked behind Kenshin’s back.
Her hips twitched wildly, her eyes rolled back, and her pussy clenched hard, trying to milk every drop of thick semen from the young man’s large cock.
That was the last straw for Kenshin.
He felt his big balls tighten, then a searing heat rolled up the shaft of his cock, and he erupted deep inside Aya’s little pussy, prolonging her frantic orgasm.