A Mother Who Bares It All and the Uninvited Guest Sena
Seriously, what is going on?
My reason had drifted away, pulled along by pure instinct.
My life was trash to begin with, sure.
But Mom... why her?
It would be laughable for me to stop her now, after she'd already given in to my demands so many times. And so I simply watched as she took off her top.
She turned her back to me as if embarrassed, her bare skin exposed.
But between her arm and her body, her abundant breasts spilled down, utterly bare for my eyes.
Her nipples peeking in and out of view.
I lost my words for a moment at the sheer carnality of it, staring openly, shamelessly.
"Shall I lie down?"
"Ah—yes."
Only after she spoke did I realize she'd been looking at me the whole time.
I nodded quickly.
Cradling her breasts in her arms, she eased herself down carefully, then rested both arms quietly at her sides again.
Her clean, unblemished back was before me, and beneath it, her heavy breasts pressed against the floor, bulging out from her sides.
"I'll take it from here."
This strange, charged situation—my first time touching Mom like this. I swallowed the spit that kept pooling in my mouth and climbed on top of her hips.
When my hips settled over hers, a warm, cozy sensation wrapped around my whole body.
I brought my hands down.
"Mm, that feels great."
Then I smoothed the generously drizzled oil over her back, and using my fingers, kneaded along her shoulder blades and up and down her spine.
Every time I pressed into her back, the breast jutting out from her side would swell and shrink, swell and shrink, in a hypnotic rhythm.
"Having my son do it, it feels even better."
"Really? I'm as good as a professional, right?"
"Mm. Will you do this for me often? I'll give you allowance."
"I'd do it for free. I'm your son."
"Aw, still, I can't just take it for nothing... ugh."
My cock swelled like it was about to burst. I began grinding my thickly engorged bulge against her ass.
Tilting my lower body forward, pushing my belly out, it pressed against her naturally, all but on its own.
When I wedged it lightly between the crevice and pressed down on her back, the cheeks I was rubbing against clenched tighter around me.
Was Mom feeling it too?
I found myself desperate to know what was going on in her mind.
Could it be that, even a little, she felt the same way I did?
And with that thought, I slid my hands a little lower.
"Oh, son. Your hands are so soft."
"That's the oil."
"Is it?"
My hand glided over the breast spilling out to the side, and there was no trace of discomfort from her. No—it was the opposite. She kept praising how gentle my touch was.
"Mmm..."
A little deeper.
I pushed my hand further down. My fingers slid into the crevice where her breast was buried, brushing against pale, tender skin.
My touch was close now. So close to her nipple.
That enormous mound of flesh already filled my palm completely.
Mom let out a soft moan, her eyes squeezing shut.
"I'll move to your lower back now."
"Mm, yeah..."
Wistfulness bled into her voice as my hands slowly withdrew. Watching her eyes flutter open again, I shifted my hips a little lower.
As I settled onto her thighs, my swollen bulge pressed against her pussy.
Then I tugged her pants down slightly.
The deep valley of her ass revealed itself, as plump as the rest of her.
"Your back's been bad lately, hasn't it?"
"Yeah. Everything's bad, honestly..."
"Once I work the knots out, you'll feel better for a while."
"Mmm. Mommy's so happy right now, son... ohh."
"Hearing you say that makes me happy too."
"Mmmmm."
I pressed my palms firmly from her slightly raised hips all the way up to her waist. Every time my hands passed over, the lingering oil made her ass gleam.
Then I squeezed more of my own special oil onto her tailbone.
The thin, clear oil trickled down into the deep valley between her cheeks.
"Mm..."
Did it flow all the way down to her pussy?
Tilting my head, I stole glances down at that spot. Hidden in dark shadow, but I thought I could just barely make out the tip of her asshole in the crevice.
"Should I take these off too?"
"Should you? Are they uncomfortable?"
"Yes. Ah—hold on, don't move. I'll do it for you."
"Okay."
Perfect.
And easy.
It was a bold move, born purely of wanting a closer look at her—but she lifted her hips without a shred of suspicion. No, she did it as if it were only natural.
Her ass swelled up even fuller.
It was a sight that could have burst the seams of her dolphin pants at any moment.
I immediately pulled her pants down.
"Oh—!"
"Ah, it's fine. Want me to hold them, Mom?"
"No, no. I'll be careful."
Holy shit.
Her panties had come down tangled with the tight pants.
Her ass—half exposed, half covered.
It lasted only a split second, but that glimpse of her asshole and her half-bared pussy seared itself into my eyes.
A pussy drenched and slick with her juices.
The humid scent of her sex filled the room in an instant.
I want to taste it...
I meant it, every word.
A pussy flushed pink, hardly fitting for a woman her age.
Unblemished—no darkening, no sagging inner lips—it appeared and vanished in a heartbeat.
No wonder.
No wonder Sena's pussy was so pretty.
She'd inherited that pretty pussy straight from her mother.
"Sorry about that."
"It's fine. Just an accident. Take your time. Mom's not going anywhere."
"Okay."
Once I'd freed the pants from her thighs, I looked at her ass again.
White panties.
The crotch was thick enough to hide her outer lips from view.
But the damp, soaked fabric traced their shape with perfect clarity.
That plumply swollen mound beneath.
My eyes narrowed on their own.
"I'll do this properly now."
"Mm. Thank you."
If anything, I was the one who should be thanking her.
If not for today, I would have gone my whole life seeing her only as "Mom."
Who knew the body she'd kept hidden away all these years would be this breathtaking.
Mm. That pussy smell.
I breathed in what still lingered in the air, then kneaded her thighs again from the start, wanting to erase even the faintest trace of suspicion.
And before long, I slid the fabric cupping her ass smoothly upward.
With her panties rolled up into a thong shape, all that plush ass flesh was laid bare.
I squeezed oil all along it, rubbing generously.
Mom must have really started feeling it, because her body began twitching, little by little, under my hands.
"I'll turn you over now."
"Mm...? Turn over...?"
"Yes. Cover your chest with the blanket."
"Ah—o, okay."
Flustered for a moment, she then understood what I meant and rolled her body over.
At the same instant, her chest was hidden from view.
Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her nipples—feigning indifference, I watched sidelong, but the blanket covered her right away.
It didn't matter, though. She was already my target.
Her body was something I could see whenever I wanted now.
"Stretch your legs out and relax."
"Okay."
She closed the eyes she'd fixed on the ceiling and let all the tension drain from her legs.
I took her legs, parted them, and knelt between them.
The axe—that soft line where her thigh met her pelvis—was even clearer now.
Her white panties were soaked through.
See? She was definitely feeling my touch. I set my hands moving again.
"Ohh, that spot feels so good."
"Even better than when you were face down, right? This is the real pressure point."
"Ah, oh, yeah."
When I ran my thumb in a long stroke along her groin, her closed eyelids quivered.
Unlike when she'd been lying face down, the lines of her groin were fully exposed now, jolting with every pass of my hand.
And each time, the round shadow of her soaked crotch spread a little wider.
"Mmm..."
Before long, my rubbing thumb slipped beneath the fabric of her panties.
When my burrowing fingers grazed the folds around her perineum and anus, Mom's hips gave a small shudder.
Yet she made no move to stop me, and so I grew bolder, bit by bit. My fingers finally slid down over her outer lips.
A texture entirely different from the skin I'd touched until now.
That soft, yielding flesh slipped between both my thumbs.
When I drew my hands back, they were glistening wet.
"Ohh."
"Are you okay?"
"Mm, yeah. Haah... you can keep going..."
When I asked so brazenly, she just nodded with her eyes still closed.
At some point without my noticing, her toes had curled up tight.
The moment I was certain she was enjoying it, my chest burned hot.
I decided to get a little bolder still.
And just as I was about to sweep my fingers up toward her clit—
"Mom! You in your room?"
"Oh my—!"
Sena's voice rang out.
Mom jerked upright in a flash of panic, scrambling to rise.
"Mo—Mom?"
"Hide, quick, son. I'm sorry. It would look so bad if you were caught."
The blanket slipped away, and her heavy breasts settled downward with their full weight. As she reached to open the closet, those springy tits swayed like water balloons.
Even in the middle of the chaos, I stared openly at her bared breasts, awestruck.
For all their size, those round breasts sagged not one bit—overflowing with sheer, bountiful firmness.
Those tits are insane. Fuck. I want to grab them so bad.
As if she'd forgotten her own bare chest, she yanked my hand urgently.
"Ah—right."
The closet was packed tight with clothes.
At the sound of footsteps outside, I scrambled inside and buried myself in them.
I wasn't actually doing anything shameful, but still—even I could see this was a situation guaranteed to be misunderstood.
Click.
The door closed behind me, and moments later, a fully dressed Mom opened it.
"Oh, Sena, I'm in here. Did you leave something?"
Mom's voice trembled faintly, doing her best to hide the flush of excitement.
"I left my wallet. Can you check your room for me?"
"Ah, sure~"
Sena's voice drew no closer.
Too lazy to even take off her shoes, making her mother run the errand while she stood at the front door—I could picture it perfectly, that shameless little brat.
And in that moment—
Something even more revolutionary occurred to me.
A mother-and-daughter combo meal.
What would it taste like to have both mother and daughter at once?
That small spark of curiosity spread like wildfire, and before I knew it, I'd opened the app on my phone.
[ACTIVATED.]
A stillness settled over everything, as if the whole world had frozen in place.
I walked straight outside.
Even prettier than usual today. Nice.
Sena, waiting at the front door, was beautiful.
Prettier than usual.
Her face carefully made up, as if she had a date somewhere.
Mother and daughter... how should I eat them both...?
Good thing I held back yesterday.
As I lost myself in scheming how to devour the pair of them, a heat began to spread through my chest.