"You bastard, making a married, old woman like me remember the pleasures of being a woman again," Takagi panted, her legs spread wide to watch Takashi's cum overflow from her used pussy.
"That wasn't your first time, was it? You fucked me like an experienced man."
"Yeah... I've practiced, to be honest," shame flickered across his face again. "But I only did it so I could be the perfect lover for Yuriko-san."
"I should've guessed. With something like that between your legs, it's no wonder other women couldn't resist your charms," she mused, unable to stop staring at his cock, which remained erect even after a second round.
"Seriously... do you love me, Takashi-kun?" A silent nod from Takashi was her answer, bringing a smile to Yuriko's face.
"Just for tonight, I'll let you be my lover. Alright? If that's the case, come here and take responsibility for what you've started."
"Yuriko-san!"
Takashi threw himself onto the woman for another worry-free session of fucking. On all fours, Yuriko braced her hands against the bed's headboard while her cunt clenched tightly around Takashi's brutal thrusts against her ass, letting the boy spank her there. Each slap of his hand on her cheeks made her wetter.
"Ahhhhh, yes! That's it~ It feels so fucking good, Takashi-kun," she moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard.
"Yuriko-san..."
"Call me Oka-san, please~!!" the woman pleaded.
"Oka-san, you're making such lewd noises," Takashi growled, reaching around to grab her tits while continuing to pound his hips roughly against her.
"That's because your cock is hitting spots I didn't even know I had…" The shameless pleasure was evident in her voice. "I can feel Takashi-kun's dick getting even bigger inside me..."
"Give Oka-san your thick milk, Takashi-kun!!!"
"I'll fill you up completely, Oka-san!" he shouted, coming inside her yet again.
Without resting, Takagi climbed on top of Takashi, showing him she had moves of her own. From this position, she could admire the boy's toned body and touch it firsthand.
"You have such a delicious body!! Corrupting this wife like this," Yuriko moaned, riding Komuro eagerly, her hands caressing his pectorals.
"Oka-san has a beautiful body too," he grunted, his eyes glued to Yuriko's bouncing tits.
They switched positions and moved off the bed. Held up by his strong arms against the wall, his cock slammed so hard into Yuriko while they kissed without stopping, their tongues dancing in the air even when they were gasping for breath.
"It's coming..." Yuriko whimpered, clinging to Komuro's body. "I can feel it..."
"Oka-san!"
Once again, their bodies synchronized. Takashi's cum flooded her womb until it overflowed, while Yuriko's juices gushed from her creamy cunt.
When he was finally spent, they lay together in bed. She stroked his sleeping head after he'd passed out on top of her, exhausted from everything they'd done.
"You little devil," she murmured without waking him. "But I can't let this happen again."
She swore to herself this would be a one-time thing. But if she couldn't keep her word when she'd said it would only be a blowjob, what made her think she could keep it now? The rest of her weekend visit passed quietly; there was no further interaction.
Despite Takashi's insistence on loving her and becoming her secret lover, Yuriko held firm until she returned home. What happened between her and Takashi couldn't happen again.
However, as she'd realized, it had been far too long since her husband had paid her any attention. Takashi suddenly giving her the pleasure her husband had forgotten—and then some—had been a trigger.
At the Takagi mansion, from the bathroom of the master bedroom she shared with her husband, Yuriko emerged wearing a sheer red corset that exposed her cleavage and thin, transparent lace panties.
She approached the bed where Souichirou lay, having fallen asleep almost instantly after lying down.
"Souichirou, darling, it's been so long since we last did it..." Yuriko attempted to rekindle the passion between them, but the man was fast asleep.
"Darling?" Only a snore answered her. Deep disappointment washed over Yuriko at being ignored by her husband.
Some say marriage and romance are built on love and children, but that's entirely wrong. What sustains a marriage is sex. What's the point of sleeping next to someone you "love" if that person can't give you "a good fuck"?
Had she lost her appeal as a woman? No. There was still someone who saw her as one. Until the time came to visit Takashi at his home once again.
Ding dong!!
The doorbell rang on a Friday afternoon. Takashi hadn't been home from school long and wasn't expecting visitors... this early.
"Yes? Yuriko-san," he greeted.
"Come in, please." The moment he closed the door, she attacked, literally. She grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, kissing him fiercely.
SLURP! KISS!!
"Yuriko-san!"
"I told you to call me Oka-san," she hissed.
"You really are a bastard. These past days, I've tried to forget everything you made me feel, but I can't stop thinking about it." Her hand slid down to his pants, rubbing his bulge through the fabric.
"I just can't help it!! You'll have to take responsibility, Takashi-kun."
Takashi smiled upon hearing those words. This could be the beginning of a new story for him.
"I will, Oka-san."
…
Back when Takashi was just eight years old. A month had passed since the Pacific air disaster, where his parents were among the fatalities. With no other relatives able to take responsibility for him, a family friend decided to take in the orphaned boy.
Before the gates of the Takagi mansion, suitcase in hand, Takashi Komuro was received by the family, particularly by the woman who would awaken his passion.
"Hello, Takashi-kun. You'll be living with us now. Welcome to our home," he remembered her words. She had bent down to his level to greet him more closely.
And now inside Takashi's bedroom…
Yuriko had entered wearing the same sheer corset she'd used to try to seduce her husband, now intent on seducing Komuro. He waited naked on the bed, his arousal spiking just at the sight of her in such attire.
"Yuriko-san!" he gasped. It seemed one of his fantasies had finally come true.
"You must call me Oka-san. Tell me, Takashi-kun, do you find me attractive?" Yuriko asked, standing before him with her arms stretched upward, letting the boy scan her body without reservation.
"Between me and a girl your age..."
"Without a doubt, I'd choose Oka-san. Oka-san is more beautiful," Takashi declared, grabbing the milf by the waist as the lover she now was. His cock throbbed, pressed against Yuriko's belly, a fact she found flattering.
"Takashi-kun, will you take responsibility for whatever happens between us from now on?" she asked, direct and serious.
"Yes," he answered without hesitation, his face reflecting the depth of his commitment.
Currently, Yuriko lies asleep and naked in his bed after a marathon session of uninterrupted fucking with Takashi, having been made to feel like a woman until she collapsed.
At last, she was his. He loved this woman deeply, ever since she'd adopted him to keep him from feeling alone. Now, he would do the same for Yuriko.