Chapter 162
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 162
Chapter Title: Mother-Daughter Catfight (3)
"Slurp♥ Smooch♥ Mwah♥"
A moment passed as Haruka and I shared a deep, passionate kiss.
But as the kiss started to drag on too long, I pulled back slightly.
"Haruka, let's rinse off first and pick this up after."
Haruka's face twisted into a pout of mild dissatisfaction, but she nodded anyway.
Thankfully, it seemed she hadn't forgotten why I'd come over in the first place.
Or maybe she remembered a little too well, which was the real problem.
What did I mean by that?
"H-Haruka, why'd you suddenly lather up your body like that...?"
She'd just slathered body wash all over herself and turned to me with a grin.
"Takuya, washing alone is boring."
With that, Haruka pressed her body right up against mine.
No, it wasn't just close. She was grinding into me so hard our skin squished together.
*Sliiiide~♥ Sliiiide~♥ Rustle~♥*
And as her slick skin glided over me, I couldn't help but think...
'Man, knocking out a bath and some fun at the same time? Jackpot.'
My mind was already half-lost to lust.
But honestly, with this huge-titted, glamorous beauty rubbing body wash all over her body and pressing it against me? Staying totally sane would've been the weird part.
Anyway, for those reasons, my thoughts were starting to tip more toward desire than reason.
But first things first—I needed to get clean. So for a bit, I let her wash me while staying pressed tight against her.
I felt the body wash soaking into every nook and cranny, then told Haruka that was enough.
She completely ignored me.
Well, technically, she had a counterargument.
"You haven't finished here yet."
The spot she pointed to was my big dick—my cock, basically.
I blinked in confusion.
'We're just gonna fuck again anyway. Does it really need washing?'
Sure, sticking a dick you'd just used on someone else into yourself might feel off...
'But haven't we gone way past that point?'
After that 3P with her mom, getting picky now?
As I shot her a puzzled look, Haruka explained.
"I don't want a dick Mom's used. I want a fresh one."
"Wait, but my dick's not some disposable—"
—Grip.
"Whoa!"
I yelped at the surprising strength clamping down on my shaft.
It wasn't enough to snap it, but the stimulation was intense.
'Huh... this ain't half bad either.'
As I had that random thought, Haruka said with dead seriousness,
"I want a fresh one."
In the end, I had no choice but to nod.
The second she saw me agree, Haruka pressed her body against my cock again.
More precisely, she wedged it right between her thighs, just below her pussy.
In other words...
*Sliiiide—♥ Sliiiide—♥ Sliiiide—♥*
'Ugh, thigh job this time?'
She was giving me a sumata.
I was caught off guard by how her thighs clung to me, sticky and tight like a pussy.
'What the hell? It's squeezing like I actually shoved it in a pussy!'
Haruka's sumata delivered pleasure that rivaled full insertion—no, it was on par.
I couldn't help but be shocked.
'No way... did she learn this from Fubuki too?'
Either way, the sensation of her washing my cock clean while it felt like I was buried in her pussy had me hooked.
How much time passed like that?
I felt my climax building from her thigh job.
'Goddamn, this feels way too good.'
It was leagues better than anyone else's sumata.
So of course...
"Ngh, gonna cum soon!"
"Yeah, cum for me."
I couldn't hold back.
As I released the tension I'd been holding back in my urethra, I unleashed everything.
—Spuuuurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!!
My cum sprayed out, splattering her thighs that had been hugging my cock, the tiled wall, and the bathroom floor.
After a moment of that, I felt the orgasm fading and my rigid body starting to relax.
"Ngh! H-Haruka?!"
"Not done yet."
I stammered in surprise at the sudden squeeze of her thighs.
"I already finished, what're you—"
She didn't budge, just slowly ramped up the pressure on my cock while subtly rocking her hips.
Before the afterglow had even faded, I was hit again.
"Ngh!"
—Spuuuuurt!!
A short, but powerful extra shot.
Only then did Haruka release her thighs with a strangely satisfied look.
Of course, that second orgasm had drained me even more.
Still, after getting forcibly milked like that, I thought to myself,
'Can't let her keep leading me around.'
I'd been going easy out of some guilt, but her behavior made it clear that wasn't the way.
'Time to take control!'
With that resolve, I still let her rinse me off without resisting.
Washing was washing; asserting dominance was separate.
Once we were both rinsed, I turned to Haruka.
She was about to step out to grab a towel and dry me off.
'Nope, not letting that slide.'
To pay her back for that "humiliation" (?), I grabbed her from behind as she tried to leave.
To be precise, it was more like a hug from behind, but whatever.
"Takuya?"
"We're just getting started. Can't leave yet."
Saying that, I reached around and groped her massive tits.
"Nnh...♥"
*Squish~♥*
'Been a while, but damn, still perfection.'
Her tits felt like clouds—no, softer than steam could ever be.
After kneading them for a bit, I whispered to her,
"You said you'd milk me dry today. Can't stop at just this."
She nodded slightly.
"...Yeah, you're right."
Surprisingly compliant.
I wondered at her easy agreement for a second.
Then her next move made it click why she was so obedient.
*Rustle.*
—Plop.
She stripped off her school swimsuit and grabbed the bathroom wall.
"Takuya."
She arched her back, spreading her pussy wide open for me as she beckoned.
*Squish~♥*
"Fill my pussy up."
Her bold display left me speechless.
Part of it was the surprise, but mostly because my cock was throbbing too hard to argue.
She'd seized the pace again, but...
'Eh, this works too.'
I lined up my rock-hard cock with her entrance and thrust in.
*Shluuup—♥♥*
"~~~~~~~♥♥♥!"
Her soft moan echoed as I buried myself inside her.
Round two had begun.
While Haruka and I were deep in the throes of passion in the bathroom...
"Ugh..."
Miharu stirred awake—the one who'd passed out from our little combo earlier.
Whether from the faint or the intense orgasm, her body felt limp as she struggled out of bed and looked around.
She was searching for her daughter and me, obviously.
But we were nowhere in sight.
Apparently, while she was out, we'd switched spots to keep the fun going.
How could she be sure?
Because that's exactly what she would've done.
Daughter and mother were different in many ways, but alike in this one, so she was certain.
With that thought, she stepped out of the room—and immediately knew she was spot on.
[Haaah♥! Ohhh♥?! Kyaaahhh~~~♥?!]
The second she hit the hallway, massive moans echoed through the whole house. Of course they'd catch her ear.
Miharu followed the source for a moment.
She quickly pinpointed it: the bathroom.
She eased the door open, and the first thing she saw was the steamy silhouettes of a man and woman locked in heated sex through the frosted glass.
The sight hit her eyes just as their voices rang out.
[Ngh! Haruka! Your pussy's squeezing so tight!]
[Nnh♥ Haah...♥ Mom's not here♥! It's all yours♥♥]
Her daughter, claiming she wouldn't lose to her mom, was shaking her hips even harder.
And at that sight, something stirred in Miharu's chest.
—Thump.
'Nnh, what is this feeling...?'
A strange emotion welled up.
No, not strange. She knew it all too well.
This was...
'Jealousy.'
Pure jealousy.