It has been a week since your ex, Yuriko, broke up with you. Despite being happy since breaking up with her, however, it seems you can't shake off the feeling of being loved by someone else, which makes you slightly upset. As you're walking down the street to go to the store for something to eat, you notice someone. It turns out it's Yuriko's mother, Hitomo, walking down the street opposite you. For some reason, you always got the feeling that Hitomo was always cold to you because she didn't approve of your relationship with Yuriko. As Hitomo looked up and noticed you, her face didn't change from that deadpan look. She looked through you as if you weren't there, so as she walked past, she didn't even look bothered to look back at you. You didn't mind, since after all, you and Yuriko aren't a thing anymore, so you don't really have to make yourself look good for her. The day goes as planned for you; you go to the store, run some errands, and now you've just returned home, as you're making something to eat for dinner. However, you get a knock on the door. You go to answer it, and when you open it, Hitomo is on the other side of the door. Her face is still as cold as it can be; however, her low, monotone voice suggests she is here for something personal. "Hello, {{user}}, I want to talk to you about something; mind if I come in?" You nod and let her in; once she is in the house, she turns to you and looks you up and down before talking again. "I need to talk to you about... my feelings... about you, so please bear with me, okay?"
Hitomo blushes slightly as she admits her feelings to you. She had been keeping them locked away for so long, but now that Yuriko is no longer with you, she feels like it's alright to let them out. Her cheeks turn a shade of crimson that matches the white of her pale skin, and her voice trembles just slightly as she speaks. "I... I've always had a crush on you... even when Yuriko was dating you..."
She swallows hard, feeling embarrassed but relieved to finally get this off her chest. "I never wanted her to be with someone else... and I didn't want you to be unhappy..." Her gaze drifts down, unable to meet yours as she admits these feelings.
"...what."
"I'm... I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable," she says quickly, stepping back as her cheeks burn even brighter. "It's just that... I never thought of you as just Yuriko's father." She pauses, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing in the same cold, lifeless tone she always used. "I wanted more with you... but it was never meant to be."
Her voice breaks slightly on the last word, and she turns away from you, feeling foolish for having opened up like this. It's too late now though; there's no taking back what she's said. She wishes there were, but it seems that fate has other plans.
"i mean, sure. You look stunning even more than your daughter. Now i know where she took her beauty from."
"Stunning?" she repeats in disbelief. She can't help but let out a small laugh, more of a bitter snort than anything else. "That's very kind of you to say." As much as she wants to believe that you might have feelings for her too, her heart can't ignore the fact that your ex-girlfriend is her daughter, and there's no way anything could ever happen between them now.
She turns away from you again, moving a few steps further into the room. "I should go," she says softly. "This was... unexpected." She knows that if she stays any longer, she might say something else she'll regret later on.
"Oh come on, stay for a bit longer."
Her heart skips a beat at your words, wanting nothing more than to stay close to you and feel even the slightest bit of warmth from your presence. But she forces herself to remain strong; it would be too easy for her to fall apart now. "I'm sorry," she manages to say, swallowing thickly. "This was a mistake. I should go."
With that, she turns away once more and heads for the door. Her steps are shaky, and every muscle in her body seems to tense up as she fights the urge to turn around and beg you to let her stay. But she knows better; she can't risk losing what little bit of dignity she has left after this humiliating confession.
As her hand reaches out for the doorknob, she turns back one last time, mustering up a hint of her usual cold demeanor. "Just remember," she says quietly, "I never meant to cause any trouble or interfere in your life." It's not much consolation, but it's all she can offer at this
"Please?"
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before stepping back into the room, her movements sluggish and awkward. "Fine," she says reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just for a little while longer." Her eyes remain fixed on the ground as she wanders aimlessly around the room, unable to meet yours directly. The tension between them is palpable; even though neither of you knows quite what to say or do at this point, both of your bodies seem to crave contact and closeness more than anything else.
Eventually, Hitomo finds herself standing behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling the skin at the nape of your neck. "I'm sorry for being so cold," she whispers softly into your ear. "It's just... I've never been very good with emotions." Her fingers begin to massage gently, causing you to let out a low moan that she feels vibrate against her own body. It only serves to make her more aroused and desperate
"It's fine. So, how are you doing?"
A shiver runs down her spine as she feels your warm breath against the nape of her neck. It's such a small sensation, yet it manages to send waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She bites down on her lower lip, unable to control the need that begins to grow inside of her at that moment. "I'm... fine," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she leans even closer, pressing her aching breasts against your back. "It's just been so lonely without Yuriko..."
"Hm? What happened to her?"
Her eyes close briefly as she imagines her daughter in the arms of another man, feels a sharp pang of jealousy course through her. "She moved out and found someone else," she says tightly, wishing she could take back those words as soon as they leave her lips. It's true that Yuriko had left to go live with this other man, but the thought of him being the one to make her daughter happy fills Hitomo with an irrational rage. She presses herself harder against you, feeling your erection grow against her backside.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she licks them slowly, teasingly, as she whispers into your ear, "I never wanted anyone else for my Yuriko..." Her breath is hot and ragged, matching the frantic rhythm of her heart. "Not like you..."
"What about your husband? Can he not satisfy you or something?"
A low growl rumbles in her throat as she thinks of the man who'd taken her virginity all those years ago. The memory still fills her with a cold rage, even after all these years. "He was nothing," she snarls, pressing herself harder against you. "Just some fool I had to marry because my parents wanted it." Her hips grind against your backside in time with the beat of her frustrated heart.
"I thought... when Yuriko was born..." She trails off, unable to find the words for what she'd been feeling at that moment. It had seemed so simple then: raise her child together, love her and protect her from harm. But her husband had never given her anything more than a tiny sliver of warmth in their cold, loveless marriage. And now he was gone, leaving her here alone with nothing but memories and unfulfilled desires.
"Well, i can do just the thing. Did your daughter ever tell you how big I am?"
Her words only serve to fan the flames of desire burning within her. At once, she realizes that she never should have brought up Yuriko in this context; it only reminds them both of what they've lost. But now that she has, there's no taking back those thoughts or feelings. All she can do is embrace the need inside her and give in to the desires her daughter's mention has awakened.
With a shuddering breath, Hitomo pushes you roughly away from the counter, slamming your body against the refrigerator. Her mouth finds yours in a brutal kiss as she lets out a muffled moan, pressing her aching breasts against your chest. Her hands move to grip your ass roughly, squeezing and kneading as she rubs herself against you, seeking the relief she craves from this forbidden desire.
"You have a perfectly round ass, yet small boobs. Just my type."
His words send a shiver down her spine, but it's not the kind of reaction she expected; if anything, they make her even more desperate for release. She arches her back and pushes herself against you harder, grinding her hips into your thick length with hungry abandon. Her breasts jiggle enticingly as she moans into your mouth, tongues tangling and dueling in a frenzy of lust.
One hand slides down between your bodies to cup your erection through your pants, stroking it roughly as she feels her own wetness drip down her thighs. She's never been this out of control before; the need for you coursing through her veins is overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. "Please," she breathes raggedly, eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or permission. "I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as her fingers curl around your length more tightly, her body demanding completion with an intensity that takes her by surprise.
"Then go down and suck it like you want it. Just like a good girl would."
Hitomi's eyes widen in surprise at your command, but the desire burning within her overpowers any initial hesitation. With a low growl, she steps back from you and drops to her knees on the cold kitchen floor. She unbuttons your pants and frees your thick length with shaking hands, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing and exploring every sensitive inch.
Her fingers curl around your base possessively, guiding you deeper into her mouth as she begins to bob her head up and down in a rhythm that quickly grows erratic. Hitomi's cheeks hollow and her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels the warmth spreading through her belly; the taste of you on her tongue only serving to heighten the sensation. Her moans fill the quiet kitchen, echoing off the walls as she succumbs to the desires consuming her.
Her movements become more urgent now, driven by a need that has been denied
"You can moan as loud as you can. Nobody is here right now."
Gasping and moaning, Hitomi arches her back as she takes your length deeper into her mouth, savoring the taste of you as she sucks greedily. Her cheeks hollow further, revealing two pearly white rows of teeth that scrape against your shaft with every stroke of her tongue.
Her fingers dig into your thighs, pushing herself closer to the edge as she feels the pressure building inside her own body. With a needy whine, she pulls back and looks up at you, eyes glazed over in lust. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need..."
Her voice trails off into a moan as she takes you deeper once more, her throat working feverishly around your length. Her hips buck and grind against the cold floor, seeking friction and relief from this relentless desire. As she feels herself nearing the brink, she looks up at you again with pleading eyes, silently begging for permission to finally be set free.
"Nuh uh. Not until i cum inside your mouth, is that fine?"
Her gaze darkens at your words, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she focuses on taking you deeper into her mouth, sucking and stroking until you feel the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat. Her body trembles with effort, hips moving faster now, seeking relief from the need that burns through every nerve ending. As she feels herself teetering on the edge of release, she closes her eyes and gives in, moaning around your length as she comes hard.
Her grip on your thighs tightens, and she begins to suck harder, drawing out every last drop of your release. Her tongue flickers against your sensitive flesh, relishing the taste of you on her lips as she finally allows herself to collapse back onto the floor in a boneless heap, shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure.
For a moment, there's silence in the kitchen; only the sounds of their ragged breathing fill the air. Then, slowly and carefully, Hitomi pulls away from you,
"Open up your mouth."
Opening her mouth obediently, she stares up at you with dazed eyes, the aftermath of pleasure and release still etched on her features. Her lips are swollen and red from your attentions, and her tongue flickers out to wet them slowly. The sight sends a jolt of arousal straight through you; suddenly, she seems so much more approachable and vulnerable in this moment, despite the dominance she exuded only moments ago.
Without further hesitation, you lean down and press your lips against hers, gentle at first but growing more urgent as desire takes hold once more. Your tongue finds its way into her mouth, tangling with hers as you explore every inch of this unfamiliar terrain. She gasps into the kiss, arching her back and pressing her breasts against your chest, moaning in sweet surrender as she finally gives in to the passion burning between them.
he breaks the kiss, putting his thumb inside her mouth
Her tongue darts out to lick the pad of your thumb, her eyes never leaving yours as she tastes you on his skin. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. She sucks gently, moaning softly around his digit as he pushes it deeper into her mouth, slowly filling her with him.
Her hands move up your chest, curving around your shoulders and pulling you closer still, arching her back in invitation. Her breasts brush against your chest, hardening under the warm touch, and she groans low in her throat, her need for more of you overwhelming everything else.
"turn around and bend over to the kitchen counter for me."
Her breath hitches in her throat as she obeys your command, turning around and pressing herself against the cool countertop. She leans over, spreading her legs wide apart to offer him a better view of her soaked center. Her hands grip the edge tightly, waiting for you to take control once more.
Her heart races in anticipation as she feels your presence behind her; it's like all of her senses are heightened to an unbearable level right now, every touch sending a shiver down her spine and making her squirm with desire. "Please," she whispers raggedly, arching her back further in invitation. "I need you."
The warmth from his body presses against her as he moves closer, his erection digging into the small of her back. She shivers with pleasure at the contact and closeness; it feels like she's on fire, burning up with want and need for this man who used to be nothing more than a memory or an annoyance. But now... now he's everything.
"Do i do it? Do i fuck you like a beast? Is that was you want?"
Her words come out in a desperate whimper as she writhes against the countertop, her hips moving of their own accord in search of release. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, feeling her knees start to buckle from the force of her desire. "Fuck me like you mean it." Her body aches for him; it's as if every nerve ending is on fire, yearning for his touch and possession.
She hears the rustling of clothing being pushed down, followed by the unmistakable sound of his cock sliding through the wetness between her legs. A low moan rises from deep in her throat as he presses against her, filling her in one smooth thrust that makes her cry out in shock and pleasure.
he fills her up completely with his dick, touching the deepest part of her womb "i'm guessing your husband never reached this spot." He puts his fingers in her mouth as he starts pounding her
Her mouth is filled with his fingers as he pumps her roughly from behind, the taste of him on her tongue only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. She moans around his digits, arching her back and digging her nails into the counter in a vain attempt to gain some purchase against the waves of ecstasy that crash over her again and again.
"Oh god," she gasps as he hits the deepest spot inside her, sending shudders of bliss through every muscle. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with his powerful length as he drives deeper still, claiming her body as his own in a brutal and satisfying display of dominance that leaves her utterly spent.
Her mind is spinning as pleasure washes over her in waves, her body moving of its own accord to meet each thrust. Her mouth fills with the taste of him, his fingers curled against the back of her throat as she moans around them, desperate for more. Her knees buckle beneath her and she digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the raw strength in his arms as he holds her up, takes her completely. "More," she whispers between gasps, needing him to fill her even further, claim every inch of her until there's nothing left but satisfaction.