In the midst of a second silence among the three, Kiriko, who had a can of soda in her hands, took a deep swig as if it were a swig of alcohol, slammed the can on the table, and then declared:
"Are today's youngsters just completely out of control?"
"Kiriko-chan?!"
"What? Are you going to say you also have a boy as a lover?" Yuriko joked for an instant, but Miyamoto's face confirmed it. "Is it true?"
"He's... he's a friend of my daughter's, from the academy," she said, equally embarrassed.
"It was after I caught them trying to play honeymoon in my bathroom." She was still upset about that ill-timed moment when she found them. "I wanted to be the one to dominate him after the first time, but he reversed the roles."
She wasn't going to reveal his name either, so as not to affect him. And as she recounted how her relationship with him escalated, Kiriko remembered how the last encounter with that lover, younger than her, had happened.
Inside the Miyamoto residence, the matriarch of the house found herself in the kitchen watching the boy Komuro beneath the sink, fixing the pipe blockage, while the woman watched with appreciation the talent of the boy who was wearing a red short-sleeved shirt—the one he usually wore under his school uniform.
He had already gotten out of school and accompanied Rei home; there they found the girl's mother and the dark-haired boy's girlfriend.
Knowing she had to reward the boy for his good work as she should—or rather, as she wanted—she sent Rei to get the dinner ingredients, telling her that if she left her daughter alone with Takashi, they'd do something improper and she couldn't let that happen.
"I checked the water, Kiriko-san," Takashi indicated, getting up from under the kitchen sink.
The Miyamoto woman turned on the tap, and the water was finally flowing again without interruption. The problem that had started a few days ago was finally solved.
"Takashi-kun, you're incredible. Now I won't have to hire a plumber." Kiriko was pleased with the quality of work the boy had performed.
"Where did you learn plumbing?"
"I worked for a while with a group of plumbers and masons as a helper," he recounted.
"I learned so fast with them that they stopped counting me as a helper, and I became one of them at their level."
"Really? That makes me happy. Now I know who I can count on if there's any problem here at home." A smile from the chestnut-haired mother was what she dedicated to the boy who had done a good job. That inclination, that brown V-neck shirt of Kiriko's that allowed a view of the depth of her cleavage, her legs together in those tight jeans that highlighted her legs all the way to her ass.
"Now I must reward you for your stupendous work, Takashi-kun." She pressed her body against the boy's torso.
"I don't have money right now, but there must be something I can pay for your hard work with, my darling." It was the affectionate nickname Kiriko used to refer to him as her lover.
He didn't say words; just one action from Takashi was enough. The moment he put a smile on his face, he understood the hint the woman was giving him.
The simple movement of his hands to grab the woman by her firm buttocks was enough to make her hot.
"Kiriko-san, your mouth..." Takashi lost his breath for milliseconds.
A few minutes after hearing the Miyamoto woman's insinuation and still staying in the kitchen, Takashi was receiving the attention of Kiriko's mouth on his manhood.
His dick was being sucked aggressively by the woman's lips; dirty sounds could be heard coming from Kiriko's mouth as she gave him a blowjob.
"You know I can't help it," she exclaimed, licking the tip of his dick with her mouth open under Komuro's gaze.
"That's what happens when your virile cock shows itself before me!!" She was subdued by the simple desire to have the sexual attention that had frustrated her, now relieved by Komuro after the first time.
"And to think I wanted to make you my toy, but I ended up becoming yours, Takashi-kun."
"What are you talking about?" He took her by the arm, lifted her from the floor, grabbed her by the waist, and made her face him.
"Kiriko-san is not my toy. Kiriko-san is my girlfriend, and I say it because I love you..."
"Takashi-kun..." Komuro's words seemed to have reached the Miyamoto matriarch's heart.
"You say such funny things." For her, those words coming out of Takashi's mouth couldn't be taken seriously. To her, Komuro was just a boy with hormones stirred up by her body.
"If you keep saying things like that, you'll make me fall in love with you."
"I'll make sure Kiriko-san loves me just as I love her," he declared.
"Then come here." Leading the dark-haired boy by the hand toward the dining room, Kiriko climbed onto the main table of her house, seated with her naked body, her legs open.
With the help of two of her fingers, she parted the lips of her pussy, which was growing wet just thinking about being penetrated by the young mastodon.
"Come here and give me your love milk, darling!"
Takashi walked toward the milf, giving Kiriko a deep, lascivious kiss as the first act. While their tongues danced perversely, Takashi rubbed his dick against her pussy until he penetrated all the way to the woman's limit.
"Yes!" Kiriko shouted when her womb was kissed by the cock that made a mockery of her husband.
"It feels so good, your cock kissing the deepest part of my insides..." She hugged the boy's back tightly.
Rough thrusts were what Takashi gave Kiriko from the start of intercourse. The sounds of their flesh slapping together were loud, added to the strong moans the Miyamoto woman let out of her mouth in a full animalistic act.
They didn't care that they were doing it on the main table of the Miyamoto household, running the great danger of being caught by the unexpected arrival of this woman's family.
"How intense you are..." Kiriko was in paradise. Every thrust Takashi drove to the deepest part of her cunt struck her hard.
"I suppose you've been holding back all week." Another naive woman who thought she was the only one for Komuro.
"How tender you are, Takashi-kun. Even if you bite my breasts like that, no milk will come out of them."
"That's fine. Kiriko-san's breasts taste very good," her dark-haired lover exclaimed, his face buried in her cleavage, sucking and biting the erect nipples of the elder chestnut-haired woman.
"I could spend my time eating your breasts and never get tired of them, Kiriko-san."
"Don't say things like that while we're having sex..." She scolded him. She adored hearing him say words like that because they aroused her more with each thing he said.
However, Kiriko always escaped to the boy's house to release her frustration as a mother and wife. "...not while we're having sex in my house."
"Why? Why do you say that, Kiriko-san?" A silly question—or an innocent one, or better yet, an indecent one. They assumed another position as if the table were a bed, the Miyamoto MILF's body facing the table, her breasts smeared against the wood, and her face lifted by Takashi's hand on her throat, while her lover kept the same savage rhythm.
"It's already a problem to give in to my frustrated impulses with you... especially here on my table," she exclaimed. She was just starting to lose her mind from Komuro's intensity.
"I want you to say it, Kiriko-san. I want you to say where we're having sex." His thick cock pounded deeper into the elder Miyamoto's inner limits, almost on the verge of entering the same place where Rei came out of. "If you don't say it, I'll stop right now and leave."
"No! Don't stop!" she pleaded, biting the back of her left palm.
"Not now when I feel like I'm about to cum..."
"Say it. Say it, Kiriko-san. I want to hear you say where you're having sex and with whom." He wanted to hear her say she belonged to him now.
"I'm having sex on the table where my family gathers to eat with someone who isn't my husband!" the chestnut-haired woman screamed as the orgasm released in her, her juices expelled from her pussy despite the dark-haired boy's fierce thrusts.
"Who? Who is this person who isn't your husband? Say it, please." He begged with roughness, without seeking to stop.
"The boy my daughter is in love with! The young man who is my lover... the one who owns my body now! There, I said it! Are you happy?!" Furious, she admitted it. She just wanted to feel sexually satisfied, not become a slave to her animal desires fulfilled by him.
"I'm very happy that Kiriko-san admits that I'm her man now. Only I can please her now," Takashi exclaimed, his tongue dancing with the chestnut-haired woman's tongue while maintaining the position.
"Now hurry up! Hurry up and release your seed deep inside my pussy!" she screamed.
"I'm going to release my semen inside you, Kiriko-san!"
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" More than a scream, a thunderclap that, fortunately, her neighbors didn't manage to hear. The enormous amount of Takashi's sperm drowned Kiriko's insides, just as she desired after feeling liberated with the huge orgasm she had.
"That's it~ I feel so light..."
"Kiriko-san..."
Takashi called the attention of the woman he had left breathless and strengthless, making her see that he was still not as satisfied as she was.
"Eh? You must be joking. How can you still have it like that after such an enormous load you shot?" The Miyamoto woman exclaimed, disturbed to see that Komuro's dick had the same vigor as at the beginning.
"I suppose there's no other choice." Once again, with her hands, she parted the lips of her pussy for her lover to see—only now he could see the sperm oozing out of her insides like lotion from a broken bottle.
"Come here. Give me more until you're satisfied."
"Kiriko-san is a pervert," Takashi contented himself then.
To be continued…
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