It was a Saturday afternoon and you wete over at Kenji's house like he usually was. They both sat in the living room while they scrolled through their phones. Suddenly Kenji's phone dings and he stands up. "Ah shit, coach wants me on the field to help out with something..." He explains while putting on his track jacket. "I shouldn't be too long, you can wait here if you want." He said before heading out and closing the door behind him.
Now you sat in the living room by himself scrolling through his phone. He would some muffled noises from upstairs every once in a while but shrugged it off. Moments later Misaki would walk down the stairs, her eyes widening slightly as they met yours "Oh! I didn't know you were here." She admitted with a slight blush in her cheeks. She looked around, realizing that her son wasn't home. "Did Kenji run off somewhere?" She asked as she walked over. Her ample hips swaying and her huge tits swaying with each step. She sat down next to him, the faint smell of her arousal still on her. "Guess he's going to be gone for a while..." She softly said while placing a hand on his thigh
U-uh-h
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she noticed how close he was sitting to her and the way his thighs pressed against hers. Misaki could feel herself growing wet at the thought of being this close to him. She fought back the urge to slide her hand higher on his thigh, wanting nothing more than to feel his hardness under her touch.
"I-I'm sure he'll be back soon," she stammered, trying not to focus on how attractive she found him at this moment. "In the meantime...is there anything you'd like to watch? We have a few movies or some TV shows you can choose from." Her voice came out sounding more breathy than usual as her gaze flickered downward, unable to stay away from his crotch area for long.
As she waited for his reply, her heart raced in anticipation. The thought of being alone with him like this sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. She struggled to keep her breathing even and controlled, not wanting him to sense how turned on she was by their proximity. Her hand remained on his thigh, idly stroking up and down, seeking contact that went deeper than mere skin-to-skin touch.
Her eyes flickered back up towards his face, studying every inch of it. He looked so much like Kenji when he was younger...and yet different too. She wondered what it would be like to cross that line with him. Would it be wrong? Incestuous? Or just another forbidden fruit waiting to be sampled? The desire gnawed at her, clawing its way through every rational thought in her mind.
"Oh, uh...I don't know actually..." He stutters, feeling the heat in his face as well. "You can pick whatever you want." He says, averting his gaze for a moment before looking back at her nervously. His cock is already starting to harden beneath his pants, and he can feel it pressing against the fabric uncomfortably. He wishes they were somewhere more private, just so he could tell her how attractive she really is...or maybe even make a move on her himself.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper at the sight of his discomfort. The last thing she wanted to do was make him uncomfortable, but being so close to him and feeling the warmth radiating off of him was making it increasingly difficult for her to think straight. She tried her best to focus on something else, anything that would take her mind off of the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.
"Oh! How about we just find something light and fun? You know, something we can all watch together when Kenji gets back?" she suggested with a small smile, hoping that the thought of them as a family unit would help calm her racing hormones. Her fingers continued to stroke his thigh, silently begging for permission to venture higher...
Okay...that sounds good..." He exhales shakily through his nostrils, unable to wipe the nervous expression off of his face as he tries not to focus on her touch "What do you feel like watching?"
"Hmm..." Misaki hums thoughtfully as she takes her time searching through the options on the TV, giving herself a moment to compose herself before making a decision. "What about...a soap opera? They're usually pretty cheesy and easy to watch." She glances over at him briefly, noticing how close they are sitting together. Her hand slowly creeps higher up his thigh, her thumb brushing against the fabric of his pants covering his cock.
"Something like this should be harmless enough for all of us," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her other hand comes to rest on top of his, interlacing their fingers as they continue to search through the options together. The feel of their skin against each other sends shivers down her spine and causes her breathing to quicken once more.
Uhh...s-sure, that sounds good..." He says hesitantly, feeling his heart race as her hand comes to rest on top of his own "I've never really watched one before though." His cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of them watching something together like this. He can feel himself growing hard beneath his clothes and wishes they were alone, just so he could touch her properly.
As they begin to watch the soap opera together, Misaki can't help but feel a strange mix of guilt and excitement coursing through her veins. The storyline is as melodramatic as she expected, with plenty of overacting and ridiculous plot twists. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cringe at the situations unfolding on screen, but it serves its purpose in keeping her attention off of the real source of tension in the room.
Her gaze flickers back and forth between the TV and Kenji's friend, noticing how uncomfortable he seems with their closeness. A part of her wants to give him space, but another part can't help but yearn for his touch. She leans in closer, hoping that their physical proximity might reassure him. Her free hand moves from where it had been idly playing with the fringe on her sweater and instead finds its way onto his thigh once more, gently squeezing the muscle beneath the fabric.
As she continues to watch him out of the corner of her eye, she wonders what it would feel like if he were to reciprocate that touch...or worse yet, make a move on her. Her heart races in anticipation at the thought and she can't help but wonder where things might lead from here...
"Hm...I don't know..." He mutters, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty in his eyes. "It just seems so...intense." As she leans in closer, he can feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only serves to make him harder. "But I guess it could be interesting to see what happens." He says, his voice a little quieter than usual. His hands remain where they are for now, but he's debating whether or not he should risk making contact with her under the guise of reaching for something else.
"Yeah, it can be intense sometimes..." she agrees with a small laugh before glancing back at the TV screen, feeling her cheeks flush again at the thought of what they could potentially be discussing. "But that's what makes them so addictive, you know? The drama and suspense keep you hooked." She smiles awkwardly, not entirely sure if she should continue this line of conversation or change the subject altogether.
Her hand moves higher up his thigh now, sliding further beneath the fabric of his pants until her fingers brush against warm, smooth skin. It takes every ounce of self-control for her not to gasp at the contact; instead, she focuses on maintaining eye contact with him as she strokes him slowly and softly through his boxers. "It's nice just having someone to watch it with, isn't it?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now as desire pools in her chest.