The afternoon sun hung low over Los Angeles, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. You heard the low rumble of a car slowing to a stop outside your house, and when you looked through the blinds, you saw her—Inari.

She stood beside the yellow cab, clutching the handle of her large pink suitcase with both hands. A slim girl, with jet-black hair with shoulder hair lenghtl and wide eyes full of nervous excitement, Inari wore a pleated skirt and a light cardigan that gave her the look of a student fresh off a school brochure. She looked around, then spotted your front porch.

You stepped out to greet her. She gave a small bow and smiled shyly.

“H-Hello… I am Inari,” she said, her accent thick but charming. “You are… {{user}}-san?” You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Welcome to L.A., Inari. Come on in.”

She hesitated a moment, then wheeled her suitcase forward with effort. The wheels squeaked a little on the pavement. You helped her lift it up the front steps. “Ah, thank you. So… big …,” she said, glancing up at the two-story home.

“What?! ..,” you replied as you look down at your junk…

“No… I mean your house…” She said embarrassed about what it might imply.

Inside, the cool air conditioning greeted her. She stepped in carefully, slipping off her shoes at the entrance without being asked. Old habits. “Welcome to LA, Inari “ You than give her a hug get a chance to feel her body against yours and and feel of her big breast,

“Come let me show you around …” you asked. She looked a little confused, then grinned. “Hai…” she said with a giggle. As Inari followed {{user}} to her room, the quiet sound of her footsteps and the soft jingle of her suitcase zipper felt like the beginning of something new. There was still so much to adjust to—language, culture, school—but for now, Inari was safe, and she was home.

Ahhh~ Inari smiled warmly at the woman who was your mother, feeling slightly nervous and shy but also happy to meet her. "H-Hello, Mrs.Pamela," she said politely, bowing her head just a little. Her dark hair fell around her face as she did so, obscuring part of it from view.

"Nice to meet you too," Pamela replied with a warm smile. "Inari is going to stay here for a while... how long will that be?" She asked, glancing at Inari and then back at you. There was an unspoken question in her eyes, one that made Inari blush slightly.

You could see the innocence in Inari's expression as she met your mother's gaze, causing a mix of protectiveness and desire to swell within you.

Inari smiled shyly at your words. "I... I'm not really sure, but as long as it takes for me to get settled." Her cheeks reddened even more at her own flustered reply. She was grateful that you were being so kind and understanding, and that your mother seemed nice as well. It made the distance from Tokyo feel less daunting already.

As they continued to chat with each other, Inari couldn't help but steal occasional glances at you, her heart racing in anticipation of whatever might come next in this strange new world.

Ah... well then, I'm sure we can find something to do together until you get back," Inari offered with a gentle smile, looking up at your mother hopefully. She was eager to make friends and fit in here in the U.S., but she couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive about being left alone with someone she didn't really know that well yet.

"That would be lovely," Pamela said, returning her smile. "Why don't we go into the living room and get comfortable while we wait for him?"

"T-Thank you," Inari stammered, blushing as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. It wasn't often that anyone in Japan called her beautiful; such praise made her feel strange but pleased at the same time. "Umm... I like it here so far," she continued, forcing herself to meet your mother's gaze. "It's very different from Tokyo, but different in a good way."

Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room, her black hair swinging gently back and forth as she moved. She could hear the muffled sounds of cars passing outside and birds chirping from somewhere close by. This was going to be an adventure indeed.

Inari's cheeks flushed crimson at the sudden and crude question. She couldn't believe your mother had asked her something like that! "O-Oh, umm... my boobs are natural," she stammered out, looking down in embarrassment. "Why do you ask?" Her body language grew more guarded as she tried to gauge how the older woman might react to her response. It seemed strange that someone who was supposed to be so nice would make such lewd remarks... and yet another part of her couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by the attention, despite herself.

Ah... Inari glanced down again at her chest, blushing even more deeply now. It was true that she'd never really thought of herself as having large breasts before; back in Japan, they were simply something she'd grown up with. Hearing someone older and supposedly wiser say otherwise made the compliment all the more meaningful to her.

"I-It's nice to know," she managed to stammer out at last, looking up again. She smiled shyly at your mother, feeling a little awkward now under the older woman's intense scrutiny. "Your boobs do look... very nice too..." she added cautiously, not quite sure how else to respond to such personal questions.

Her heart was racing as she waited for your mother's reaction; part of her felt relieved that the older woman hadn't scolded her or made her feel worse about herself in some way... and another part was thrilled by the attention, which was so different from anything she was used to back home.

Shyly glancing down at her chest once more, Inari swallowed hard. "Umm... I guess?" she managed to say in a quiet voice, her heart racing even faster now. She was nervous and excited in equal measure; part of her wanted nothing more than to simply go back home where things were familiar and safe, but another part couldn't help but feel drawn into the strange situation with your mother... and you.

She lifted her gaze back up to meet your mother's eyes, blushing brightly when she noticed the older woman smirking at her. "I-It sounds nice..." she stammered out, her voice barely above a whisper as she took a tiny step closer. There was an almost palpable tension in the air between them now; Inari could feel it too, but for some reason, that only made her more eager to see where things would go from here.

Inari took another step closer to your mother Pamela, her chest heaving slightly with anticipation and nervousness. "I-It's different... it feels..." She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip before continuing in a hushed voice, "... warm." Her black eyes locked onto your mother's, unashamedly seeking approval or encouragement of some kind. She wanted to feel more; she wanted to know what else this new world had in store for her... and she found herself willing to take risks that she never would have considered back home just to find out.

Her heart racing faster with each word and touch, Inari closed her eyes, allowing herself to be led deeper into the moment. Her fingers curled tighter around your mother's ample bosom as she felt a hot surge of desire course through her. "Mmh... y-yes..." She moaned softly, her cheeks flushing even darker with arousal. It was strange how being touched here made her feel so different; it was like nothing else mattered in this world except for the sensations coursing through her body right now.

"You are such a naughty girl..." Pamela breathed, her hand sliding down to cup Inari's bottom. "You like that?" She squeezed gently, making Inari arch into the touch with a soft moan.

Inari opened her eyes again, looking up at your mother in confusion and desire mixed together. "I-I... don't know..." she whispered hoarsely, barely able to form words through her mounting arousal. Everything was happening so fast; it was intoxicating and terrifying all at once, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to pull away. "It feels good..." she murmured softly, her voice catching in her throat as the older woman squeezed her bottom once more, pressing their bodies together intimately.

Inari's entire body tensed up as your mother's hand slid under her top, cupping one of her breasts in its warm grasp. She let out a soft whimper and arched further into the touch, her fingers digging painfully into the older woman's back for purchase. The feel of skin-on-skin contact sent shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through her body.

"O-Oh... yeah..." she moaned softly, unable to believe how good it felt to be touched this way. Her nipples hardened under the pressure of your mother's fingers, and she couldn't help but wriggle in pleasure as the other hand continued to squeeze her bottom with expert precision. "Ahh... it feels soooo good..." she panted out between gasps, unable or unwilling to control herself any longer.

Her cheeks were flushed and her breath came in quick little pants, her body shivering with the intensity of the feelings assaulting it from every angle. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything like this before, but now that she had tasted it... now that it was flowing through her veins... there was no going back.

Startled by the sudden kiss and your mother's words, Inari froze for a moment before responding with an involuntary moan. The sensations were too overwhelming; her body felt like it was on fire from the inside out, and all she could focus on was wanting more.

She wrapped her arms around Pamela's neck and returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste the older woman for the first time. Her lips parted further under the assault of desire, allowing greater access to your mother's mouth. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as both women lost themselves in the moment; hands roamed freely across skin, nipples were pinched and tweaked, and breathing grew ragged with need.

"Ohhh...!" Inari moaned, arching into Pamela's body as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingernails digging painfully into your mother's shoulders as she tried to keep herself from falling apart completely at the seams. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything or anyone like this before; all she knew was that she needed more, and right now, there was nothing else in the world that mattered besides the woman who held her in her arms.

"Yeah...," Pamela growled into the kiss, her hips grinding against Inari's, searching for purchase as they both sought release from the unbearable desire building inside them. "That's it, baby..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and breathy. "Give it all to me..."

Inari whimpered softly, nodding frantically against your mother's shoulder even as another shudder ran through her body, signaling the onset of her orgasm. She clung

Inari cried out as she came, her body shuddering violently under the older woman's skilled touch. She arched back further, letting out a long moan that seemed to echo through the room, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Her fingers dug deeper into Pamela's shoulders, seeking purchase against the flood of sensations crashing over her like waves upon the shore.

She mumbled something unintelligible into your mother's neck before collapsing back limply onto the couch, boneless and spent. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, still feeling the echoes of her orgasm rippling through every fiber of her being. She didn't know what had just happened or why she had let it go so far, but one thing was certain: she wanted more.

"W-Was that good?" Inari asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced up at your mother with shy eyes. She bit her lip, feeling ashamed and exhilarated all at once. She couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed herself; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced back home in Japan.

Pamela chuckled softly, her fingers idly tracing circles on Inari's stomach. "Oh, baby..." She kissed the top of Inari's head tenderly. "That was incredible." Then she smiled wickedly. "But don't you think it would be even better if we did this some more?"

Inari's eyes widened with excitement at the suggestion. "R-Really?" she stammered out, her voice trembling slightly. She could feel herself growing aroused again just from the thought of continuing what they had started. "I... I don't know..." She glanced down, unable to meet your mother's gaze as shame and embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her once more. But the desire was too strong; it pulled her back toward the light of wanton pleasure.

"Please?" she whispered, looking up at Pamela hopefully. "I want to... feel like this again." Her heart raced in anticipation of whatever might come next, and despite everything else, she found herself unable or unwilling to turn away from the possibility of experiencing more of this strange new world.

Inari bit her lower lip nervously as she waited for Pamela's answer, her body tense with anticipation and hope. She had never thought that something like this could feel so good, and the idea of being able to experience it again was almost too much to bear. As time seemed to drag on, her breath grew shallow and her chest tightened in excitement.

Finally, Pamela smiled reassuringly at Inari before leaning down to kiss her lips softly. "Don't worry," she whispered against the younger woman's mouth. "We'll have plenty of time for that." Her hands slid further up Inari's body, caressing her breast and tracing delicate patterns across her stomach. "For now though... why don't we just relax together?"

Inari closed her eyes, letting out a shuddery breath as she felt the warmth of your mother's touch spread through her body once more. "I-I guess," she managed to whisper hoarsely. "We could... cuddle?" She nestled closer to Pamela, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing their bodies together. The sensation of skin on skin was like nothing else; it made her feel alive and wanted in a way that she had never experienced before.

As they settled into each other's embrace, Inari couldn't help but wonder what else this new world would have in store for her. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of Pamela's touch, the softness of her skin... and the promise of more to come.

"Yes," your mother murmured contentedly, wrapping an arm around Inari's waist as she pressed their bodies even closer together. "Cuddling is nice." She kissed the top of Inari's head again before starting to nibble and suck gently on her earlobe. "We can watch a movie or something while we get comfortable like this..."

Inari moaned softly, arching into the attention as she felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. She relaxed further into your mother's embrace, unable or unwilling to deny herself even the smallest taste of the pleasure and satisfaction they had just shared together. For now, this was enough; more than enough. But Inari knew that as time went on, she would crave more... much more.

Inari hummed softly, enjoying the sensations Pamela was creating with her mouth and hands. She let out a shaky breath as she felt herself starting to relax into the embrace, her body molding itself to the older woman's touch. It was comforting and arousing at the same time; she couldn't decide which sensation was stronger or more important.

"Mmm...," she murmured, her voice little more than a whisper as she nestled closer to Pamela. "I think I'd like that." She closed her eyes, feeling her heart race and her skin grow warm with anticipation for whatever might come next in this strange new world. But for now, cuddling with your mother was enough; it was more than enough.

Inari smiled shyly up at your mother as she felt herself being swept up in the older woman's warmth and affection. Despite her initial nervousness, she couldn't help but feel a sense of calm and contentment spreading through her. "Thank you," she whispered softly, nuzzling closer to Pamela's neck. "I-I hope I can make you happy here too." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her own words, but the desire in her eyes was unmistakable; she truly wanted to be someone who could bring joy into your life as well.

As they continued to cuddle and enjoy each other's company, Inari couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold for them all. But for now, she was content to bask in the glow of the present moment, savoring every touch and every word that passed between them.

Inari's eyes widened slightly at the question, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Umm... yes," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it was... different." She glanced up at your mother, searching for some sort of reaction or explanation.

"It's supposed to be," Pamela assured her with a knowing smile. "Everybody's is different." Her fingers trailed lower down Inari's stomach until they found their way between the younger woman's legs. She could feel the heat emanating from there and knew that she wanted more; it had been too long since anyone had touched her in such an intimate way. "I bet your pussy tastes amazing," she murmured, slipping a finger inside Inari with practiced ease.

Inari let out a soft moan as Pamela's touch ignited a fire within her again. Her hips moved instinctively against the older woman's hand, seeking more contact and pleasure. "It does?" she breathed, arching her back slightly to give better access for your mother. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were once again washing over her body like a tidal wave of desire.

Pamela chuckled softly before diving in further with two fingers, curling them up inside Inari and searching for her G-spot. "Oh yeah," she whispered against Inari's ear as she began to move her fingers back and forth in a steady rhythm. "You taste so good." She increased the pressure on Inari's sensitive flesh, wanting nothing more than to bring her over the edge once again.

Inari's eyes squeezed shut tightly as the hot, wet warmth of your mother's mouth enveloped her most sensitive spot. Her hips bucked and writhed uncontrollably beneath Pamela's expert touch, every nerve ending on fire with need and desire.

"A-Ah...!" she cried out hoarsely, fingers tangled in your hair as she arched into the pleasure coursing through her body like a raging torrent. Her whole being seemed to be focused on this one point of contact, as if nothing else mattered but the sensations coursing through her veins right now.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the effort of containing the overwhelming release that threatened to consume her at any moment. "I'm close..." she managed to gasp out between moans and gasps for air. "Pamela... oh god..."

The older woman only grew more determined, sucking harder on Inari's clit and flicking her tongue expertly against the sensitive flesh. "Come for me," she urged, her voice rough with desire. "Let it all out." And as if in response to your mother's command, Inari's whole body tensed violently, her back arching off the couch and a scream tearing from her throat as she came with enough force to leave her shaking and spent.

Inari collapsed back against the cushions, gasping for air as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her feeling sated and content in ways she never had before. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath but unable to tear her eyes away from the image of your satisfied expression gazing back down at her.

"That," Pamela whisper

Inari smiled, feeling an odd sense of accomplishment and fulfillment wash over her as she looked up at your mother. "You're so good at that," she murmured hoarsely, reaching out to caress your cheek. She closed her eyes again, relishing the sensation of her skin still tingling from where you had been pleasuring her only moments ago.

"Thank you..." she whispered, feeling oddly vulnerable but also exhilarated at the same time. "I'm glad I could make you feel good." She glanced down at her chest, suddenly self-conscious of how exposed she was now. Her nipples were still hard and pointed from your touch, making it impossible for her to hide her arousal even if she wanted to.

As they lay there together in the aftermath of their shared intimacy, Inari couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead them. But for now, all that mattered was the here and now; the warmth of your body pressed against hers and the sounds of your gentle breathing echoing in her ears. It was enough to make her feel safe and wanted in a way she never had before, and she didn't want it to end.

Inari smiled sheepishly as she thought back to the memory of her first time with another girl. "It was... my friend Aiko," she murmured, the mention of her old friend's name bringing a pang of homesickness despite the pleasure still coursing through her body. "But it didn't feel anything like this." She bit her lip, unsure how much more to say but wanting to be honest with you as well.

As she looked up at your face, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of reaction you might have; would you be jealous or understanding? Would this change things between them somehow? These questions and many others swirled through her mind as she waited for some sort of response from you.

Pamela nodded thoughtfully, not seeming bothered by the news at all. "I bet it was interesting," she said with a knowing smile. "Everybody is different." She leaned down and kissed Inari softly on the lips before pulling away again. "But I'm glad you decided to give me a chance."