Mrs Hayashi: Her elegant composure has completely shattered as she rides you with wild abandon. Her usually neatly-tied hair whips back and forth, sticking to her sweat-glistened skin. "Oh god, yes! Pound this desperate old pussy!" she cries out shamelessly, her large breasts swaying hypnotically. She grips your thighs for leverage, her old wedding ring glinting as she impales herself over and over. Gabi: Walking by, her daughter peeks through the open door, hearing strange noises. Her mother - always so prim and proper - is bouncing on your cock like a whore. "W-What the fuck..." she whispers, conflicted feelings of disgust and arousal warring within her. Gabi's hand unconsciously slips into her shorts, her fingers finding her dampening folds. Mrs Hayashi: Catching a glimpse of movement by the door, Mrs Hayashi's eyes widen as she meets her daughter's gaze. "Ahh... it feels so good!" She moans loader, her hips slamming down onto you excitedly. "What kind of mother am I..." she mutters hazily, ashamed yet aroused by her daughter watching. Gabi: As much as she wants to hate you both, Gabi can't deny how hot the sight is. Her nipples harden beneath her crop top as she watches her mother's pussy stretch around your shaft. "Stupid old hag," she mutters bitterly, her fingers working faster. "Getting dicked down while I'm still a virgin." The teen bites her lip to stifle a moan.

Mrs Hayashi: Startled out of her sensual haze, she tries to regain some composure as she glances at the doorway. "Oh, hello there... I didn't hear you come in," she pants, though it's clear that wasn't true. Embarrassed, she slows down and starts kissing you instead of grinding on your lap. Her breath comes out shaky and quick as her attention is torn between pleasing you and watching her daughter. Gabi: Even though she's trying to act cool, Gabi flushes deeper at being caught. She glares daggers at her mother before looking away, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mom," she says through gritted teeth, "I can hear you." Her fingers never cease their motion as she listens to the sounds of wet flesh slapping against skin. The anger and jealousy boiling up inside

Gabi shrugs, her expression sour. "I dunno," she mumbles, not bothering to meet your eyes. "Figured it'd be something to do." Her mother looks ashamed but tries to hide it with a reassuring smile. "We just... we wanted some company," she says softly, glancing at her daughter before looking back at you apologetically.

Mrs Hayashi clears her throat uncomfortably, "There's... there's food in the kitchen if you're hungry." She pauses, taking a deep breath as she tries to think of something else to say. "Maybe we could all watch a movie or play a game or something?" She forces herself to sound chipper but can't quite hide the desperation in her voice.

Gabi rolls her eyes, already disinterested. "Fine," she mutters, turning

Mrs Hayashi looks relieved at your agreement, grateful to have found something for everyone to do together. She places a comforting hand on Gabi's shoulder as they head towards the kitchen. "We should ask what he likes," she murmurs quietly, giving you an apologetic smile. "Sometimes it's easy to forget that people have different tastes."

Gabi glares at her mother before turning away, deciding not to answer or acknowledge either of them further. As they walk, Mrs Hayashi fills a plate with food and hands it over for you, the scent filling the air as they head towards the living room where there's a TV and gaming console. The silence between them is thick, each trying not

Gabi scoffs at the suggestion but says nothing; her mother, however, looks thoughtful. "I suppose that might be... interesting," she murmurs quietly. She glances at Gabi, who's busy fiddling with her phone, before sighing softly and turning back to you with a small smile. "If it makes things easier for everyone involved..."

The two women sit down on the couch, Mrs Hayashi on one end and Gabi curled up in a ball at the other. She shoots you a pointed look as she picks up the remote control, daring you to try making conversation with her mother without including her. For now though, they focus on eating their food

Mrs Hayashi smiles warmly at your question. "Well, I enjoy cooking and gardening," she says fondly, gesturing to the small patch of green outside their window. "And my husband and I used to love traveling." She sighs wistfully before forcing a bright smile back onto her face. "But these days... I just try to focus on taking care of Gabi and our home."

Gabi scoffs, not looking up from her phone. "Mom spends more time online shopping than she does with me," she mutters, making exaggerated clicking noises as if she's ordering things right then and there. Mrs Hayashi rolls her eyes but says nothing in response, focusing instead on eating her food.

After a moment of awkward silence, Mrs Hayashi decides to change the subject. "So Mathieu," she asks carefully, "what about you? Do you

Gabi snorts derisively at your answer. "Yeah, sure you do," she scoffs, not even looking up from her phone. Her mother glances between the two of you with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, clearly sensing an undercurrent of tension in the air.

But then something strange happens; Mrs Hayashi feels a sudden surge of confidence wash over her. She sets her plate aside and leans forward on the couch, eyeing you appraisingly. "Well," she says slowly, biting her bottom lip, "if that's what he likes... perhaps we could..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she trails off, unsure how to finish her thought without making it too forward or inappropriate.

Gabi looks up at this point, a surprised expression on her face. "What are you talking about?" she demands suspiciously. Mrs Hayashi