The Barbecue Party Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Barbecue Party Ch. 01 by Egglime,Egglime
“Sean, do you have plans?”

The man looked up from his book.

His friend of six years was asking him during lunch. He partially took off his headphones to hear better.

“Why?” he asked.

“Come over the house later. Mom bought a little too much meat for the barbecue. I invited Fred and Ivanesko too,” he replied, chuckling.

Sean chuckled as well. He could just picture Eri carrying way too many grocery bags in contrast to her petite body.

He reached up to adjust his wire-rimmed glasses and immediately decided to go. Sean did love a good barbecue. He didn’t have anything else to do either, so why the hell not?

“I’m in. Do I need to bring anything?” Sean asked.

“Nah, man. We’re cool. See you there after school, all right?”

Sean nodded in response as Hibiki left. They had different classes so their schedules were slightly different. His lunch break was just starting. Meanwhile, his three close friends were already done so they headed for their next class.

Sean didn’t have any appetite today, so he only bought a simple drink from the vending machine; a strawberry-flavored yogurt in a cutesy milk carton. Not many loved it, but he was one of the minority. His friends also pointed out how hilarious it was to see him, a guy who was menacingly tall, gulp down pink-colored products whose obvious demographic was young girls. He gets strange looks too, but he didn’t mind it that much. Guys can like pink. In fact, pink was made for men back in the day

Plus, he didn’t buy it for the color anyway. He genuinely liked the taste.

He loved reading random romance novels he brought to school while drinking it. Cheap flavor for cheap literature.

No one would’ve guessed he liked reading these kinds of books in a million years.

Sean was an intellectual with one of the highest averages in school, but shitty books were his guilty pleasure. More so than classics, he liked reading web novels most literary critics would spit on.

He didn’t realize the time until the last people were leaving. The school bell had been dysfunctional since last Wednesday when this guy named Garry threw a fire-cracker for fun. Obviously, he was suspended. The school board promised to repair it, but he doubted it. That bell is as good as gone for a few months at least. That might pose quite an annoyance for him since he liked listening to music with his headphones on during break time.

He looked around. Lunch break was already done for his batch. Only a few familiar faces remained in the cafeteria. Unhurriedly, he walked back to class.

The teacher was already there.

The physics teacher stared at Sean as he entered the room before continuing his discussion. The high-performing student shrugged. Most people didn’t mind his occasional tardiness if he performed as perfectly as he did on tests and regional competitions. In fact, most teachers loved him. He grabbed the subject’s materials from his bag and skimmed over it.

He sighed. Thermodynamics was the central focus this week.

Elementary, he thought.

That meant a long boring week for him. He put the book back and let his mind wander before deciding to continue the book he was just reading a while ago. The teacher probably noticed, but he didn’t say anything about it. He knew Sean easily dealt with much harder, collegiate level of physics; regionals were pretty competitive and even then he was known.

Time passed by pretty quickly for the young man as he finished the novel he was reading. It was nice. He didn’t get much of the hype from the internet, but it was still a good read.

Sean said goodbye to a few people and left the school with his bike. Hibiki said they were cool, but he felt it too rude to drop by and eat despite literally bringing nothing. So he stopped by a local convenience store and bought snacks. Hershey’s, Milky Way, etc. Hibiki’s mom especially loved these particular brands of chocolate. He laughed at the thought of her.

When he arrived, only Eri was there, setting things up.

She wore a simple white shirt and black sports leggings most men would faint at the sight of.

Including him.

Sean’s heart skipped a beat. He’s never admitted this to his friend, but he had a huge crush on his mom. Eri was fucking gorgeous to him. She was nice, beautiful, extremely strong — which was evident in the way she raised Hibiki all by herself in an unfamiliar, foreign country. They don’t exactly make it easy for people to do that.

Did Sean mention she was beautiful? It probably sounds fetishizing for a typical white guy to say this, but Asian women age so gracefully. Their skin, though wrinkled, didn’t seem to sag all that much.

And Sean always had a thing for strong, experienced older women.

In short, fucking MILFS are where it’s at.

Eri saw him and waved. Sean bowed slightly in a Japanese way and greeted her, “Good afternoon, Ma’am. I couldn’t resist when Hibiki mentioned a barbecue.”

The womanly mother smiled when she saw him — they were quite close. Out of all of her son’s friends, Sean was by far her favorite. Of course, she saw him grow up after all; he was basically a second son to her.

“I wouldn’t want you to hold back, Sean. Get inside and wait for them.”

Almost gave him a boner with the first sentence.

“They’re not here yet?” he asked, trying to tamp down the sexual thoughts threatening to pour out of his mind.

Eri answered, “I told Hibiki to buy a few condiments for me. I didn’t notice I had run out of them until this morning.”

“Let me help you with that,” Sean offered as he took the heavy tools off her hands without being prompted.

Eri slightly flinched with his towering figure suddenly so near her. She knew her son’s friend was tall, but he didn’t really appear so tall until he was just a few inches away. Last time she checked, he was just a kid who couldn’t even reach her waist.

She gazed up at Sean and realized her head could only reach slightly below his broad shoulders.

She complimented, subtly looking down to avoid the young man’s frequent eye contact, “You’ve grown really tall, Sean. You look nice.”

Sean flushed furiously. He wasn’t used to compliments about his looks. Mostly, people just talked about his academics or his intelligence.

“Thanks. Anything else you need carried, Ma’am?” He changed the subject, flustered out of his mind.

She didn’t notice, obviously. He had an excellent poker face.

“Yeah, actually. The metal grill in the garage. I cleaned it yesterday. Could you bring it over here to the yard?”

“No problem,” he mumbled before heading straight to the garage. The metal grill was pretty heavy, but it wasn’t a problem for him. He carried it over to the yard and clapped his palms free from the peculiar feel of iron and dust.

Eri quietly stared at him and said, “You’re really strong, aren’t you? That probably wasn’t easy to do in a single breath.”

“I work out. They say it tames anxiety. They were partly right.”

Sean laughed in good fun. She didn’t.

Eri seemed worried, but she was hiding it so as to not startle him.

“You… have anxiety?”

“Regionals were really stressful as a first-year. I didn’t want to make mistakes.”

“Did you?” she asked.

“Nope. In fact, I did pretty well. Still, I was shaking for half the time.”

Seeing as her brows furrowed deeper with worry, Sean tried reassuring her, “I’m way past that, though.”

Eri sighed in relief, “I’m glad.”

Sean felt butterflies in his stomach at the sight of her beautiful lips curling.

“Hey, bro!”

He flinched somewhat guiltily as he immediately turned to the voices behind him.

Hibiki was standing there with Fred and Ivaneski, carrying a grocery bag. The three were in the same class, so they went and arrived together.

Now they were back with the ingredients Eri needed.

Slightly disappointed, Sean greeted his friends back with a smile.

Hibiki gave the groceries back to his mother before asking them if they wanted to play with his Nintendo Switch. Obviously, the other two readily said yes. Sean himself honestly didn’t want to, but he didn’t seem to have a choice. Eri also encouraged it.

Obediently, he went with his friends upstairs in Hibiki’s room to play. Despite playing with his friends for half an hour straight, his mind never left Eri, adorably holding that bristle brush before he went up. After a few more sets, he abstained from playing. The three guys, swallowed in their own competitive streak, didn’t notice his distracted state of mind and continued to have fun.

Sean quietly watched his friends play for a while before he asked permission to use their bathroom. Silent and discreet, he went downstairs and emptied out his bladder. Of all the rooms in this house, the bathroom was by far his favorite one. The white and sage green walls were beyond aesthetically pleasing — it smelled great too.

Eri puts these amazing scented candles every week. Guessing which flavor it was became one of the highlights of going here.

This week, it was matcha.

After washing his hands and making sure he left the bathroom the same way he entered it, he couldn’t help but want to check how Eri was doing. Disregarding his clear desire to be near her all the time, he actually did want to help. He hated doing nothing while busy bees ran around him in urgency.

The curse of productivity, he thought.

So he headed out to the yard. She wasn’t there.

That’s weird.

The Japanese mom told them she’ll be right outside, diligently making the sauce. She had no reason to lie.

Maybe something came up. All the more reason for him to help.

He went back inside. She wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Suddenly, a whimper from one of the rooms nearby caught his attention. The door was slightly open. He’d never been there, but Sean could guess whose room it was. He gulped before deciding it couldn’t hurt to look a little through it.

In doing so, he found one of the best fucking sights he had ever seen in his entire life.

There was Eri in her bed, moaning in pleasure as she teased herself with the wooden handle of the same barbecue brush she was just holding a while ago.

Sean knew it was unethical to keep looking. He shouldn’t be looking.

There was a difference between knowing and doing.

The beautiful woman bit her lips as she pinched her nipples with one hand and teased her pussy with the other. Sean could see the wooden handle slowly sink inside her, drenched in the wetness between her legs as it stretched her pliable insides.

Her pussy looked effortlessly pink and beautiful. So did her massive tits.

And her expression.

Fuck.

That expression on her face. That look of pure pleasure in her eyes, knowing she was doing this while her son and his friends were in the house, completely unaware.

Jesus, if he knew this was the alternative to that stupid game, Sean would’ve went down way earlier.

He stared into her peach blossom eyes, captivated by their intoxicated, hazy appeal. Sean wouldn’t have been surprised if she couldn’t see anything in front of her.

With her brows furrowed and her mouth slightly open as she whimpered out incoherent words he wished he understood, Eri grinded her waist eagerly against the wooden handle.

Honestly — between her face, tits, or the sheen of liquid smearing her pussy, Sean didn’t know which one to focus on. The only thing he could do was inhale every fucking detail of this scene right in front of him with his entire being, burning the image perpetually in his eyes.

The erotic sight was overloading his senses, and few could do that. He was confident he could process bits of information like no other, but he struggled just at the sight of her.

Was Eri always this lewd? Using the handle of the brush she was supposed to cook with to masturbate while visitors were just upstairs? How come he’s never seen this side of her?

That was a stupid question.

Because he was a friend of her son. Eri probably never even thought of him that way. How could he ever see this side of her? The only ones who could were probably the lucky bastards she dated every now and then.

The woman was a good mother, but she dated a lot of men. Sean had seen at least six different men during the times he’s stayed here. He never knew why — until now anyway.

Was this the reason? Because she wanted to get fucked oh so badly?

Whose cock was she imagining as she jammed that wooden handle deep in her pussy?

“Oh! Oh…hngh…! Mmm. S-shit….” Obscene noises came out of her pretty mouth as she pushed her hips upwards, directly rubbing herself against the handle.

“I’m c-close! I’m so close. I’m c-cumming, baby. My lewd pussy is cumming….!”

Who exactly was this lucky “baby”? Sean pondered with jealousy. Then he heard something he never thought he would in that moment.

“I’m c-cumming around your cock, Sean!”

His thoughts blanked completely. He’s heard his name called out by many people. His friends, family, teachers — random hosts who’d announce his name for awards.

None were as delightfully destructive to him as when Eri said it.

He heard his name, uttered sexily by the woman he’s had the longest crush on as she masturbated. He’s done the opposite himself multiple times. Sean couldn’t count how many times he climaxed at the thought of ravaging her.

To hear that same woman orgasm as she spoke your name?

It was… surreal. Unbelievably catastrophic to his psyche. He could barely stand up with the hardest boner of his life.

Eri caught her breath as she took out the bristle brush from between her wet folds. The aftershock of her orgasm was still washing over her, leaving her with shame. She actually masturbated to the thought of her son’s friend.

A young man at the ripe age of nineteen — less than half her age.

He towered over her, though. She’s always had a thing for that. Tall and nerdy men who were polite from the surface, but could fuck you in disrespectful places. Sean fit the bill perfectly. If she wasn’t old enough to be his mother, she might have made her move already.

Actually, she wouldn’t have. The age difference isn’t what’s bothering her. What bothered her more than the age gap was the fact that he was one of her son’s best friends. No rational mother would do that to their son’s friend. It was weird. Eccentric.

And certainly not the good kind. It was an unspoken taboo.

That only made things hotter, of course.

But Eri knew it was only that way through imagination. She wouldn’t do so in real life. This was just daydreaming. A hot fantasy she could get off on every once in a while.

She cleaned up properly before leaving the room. Only then did she realize she forgot to lock the door out of pure horniness. That only seemed to deepen her shame. Thankfully, she checked and no one was downstairs. Eri went out the backyard and started to seriously work on her half-finished sauce.

She didn’t notice the man strangely looking at her, holding his breath from behind the window curtains.

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“Mom! We came down to help you with the grilling. Are you done?” Hibiki asked.

“I’m cooking them right now,” Eri replied.

He nodded before encouraging her to ease up, “Well, you can relax and let us take it from here.”

The dutiful mother shook her head.

“I’d rather do it. You boys might get injured. The coal is more reactive than our usual. Plus, I know how to cook it best,” she said, raising the wooden brush in her hands. The next second, she dipped it in sauce and lathered it on the tender meat.

Admittedly, he was slightly intimidated by the extensive culinary knowledge the process seemingly required. So instead, Hibiki nodded and obediently backed down from the job.

He patiently sat down at the table with Fred and Sean. Ivaneski was still in the bathroom.

He pointed at Fred’s hair. “You know, you should really cut that down. You look like a piece of broccoli.”

Fred grumbled, “What? I like it. Get back to me when you change that perpetually disappointing haircut on your own head.”

Hibiki’s jaw dropped in shock as the sound of laughter echoed in the yard. He fumed in mock-anger, “Where’d that come from? Can you believe this guy?”

He pointed his thumb at Fred before turning to his best friend for support.

Sean chuckled.

“I can — actually. You did have that same haircut since your pre-beard phase, man. I say let it rest.”

Hibiki stared at him with a face full of exaggerated betrayal.

“I rest my case,” Fred remarked smugly.

“What the hell, man? I thought you were on my side!” he exclaimed at Sean, pushing against him playfully.

“What? Like how your hair pathetically parts on one side, lookin’ like a hairy ass radish?”

“You know what, I’ve had enough of your sorry ass with….”

Any bickering between the two after that didn’t process in Sean’s mind. The Japanese woman grilling barbecue a few feet away had his whole attention.

Eri stood there quietly, like a beautiful archangel.

She was a woman with a bright personality, but there were occasionally these moments where he felt the woman was lonely. It broke his heart every time he saw it.

Making sure no one noticed him, he slowly stood up and walked towards Eri before tapping her shoulder. The mother turned to him, visibly surprised.

“What’s wrong, Sean?” she asked.

Sometimes, he didn’t understand how he could talk to her — or even in front of her.

The young man stared at her and blurted out, mind blanking, “Let me cook, Ma’am. I feel bad for contributing nothing at all.”

The mother smiled and said, “I told you, Sean, I’m fine.”

“No, I want to.”

“Well, I forbid you!” Jutting out her chest, she held her ground and huffed exaggeratedly. She actually did that as a joke, thinking he would laugh — like always.

The young man didn’t.

Sean openly stared at her moving breasts. She was wearing a yellow apron that couldn’t hide it even if it wanted to.

And no dress wanted to hide her sexy, womanly figure. Instead, they hugged the beautiful curves of her body as if they loved every inch of her, accentuating her mature body.

Sean’s unapologetic staring seemed to get to her as she stuttered, “Go on and take a seat with Hibiki. These will be done in a second. Just wait for a little longer, all right?

“All right,” he said as he broke eye contact with her tits. Eri sighed in relief until the young man swiftly put his arm around her waist and stole the bristle brush from her fingers in one fell swoop. She could feel his hand on her hips, restricting the ways they could move. His hard chest pressed on hers too. The young man held her snug. She could even feel his minty breath on the surface of her skin when she realized he was quietly staring at her lips. The woman froze and forgot how to breathe.

So did he. Sean made sure he could hear his friend still talking to Fred before even having the guts to think about doing this. He could hear Ivanesko too; he was back from the bathroom. They were pretty far away, but not exactly far enough to get them completely out of his friends’ gazes. Thankfully, there were plants on the edge that covered direct sight.

He didn’t want to push his luck, though. So he let go of her waist and smiled.

“Take a break, Ma’am. I like to grill. Enough to steal the job from you, I guess.”

He raised the wooden handle and sheepishly grinned.

Eri stared at the nimble hands holding the brush, her face progressively getting a shade redder by the second.

Those were the handles that I….

“Ma’am?” She heard him say as he tilted his head at her complete lack of response.

“Yeah? R-right. Okay, Sean. I’ll just… leave it to you then.” Eri gulped.

“Mind if I watch you? I don’t want you to get hurt,” she asked her son’s friend as she hid her nervousness.

He replied, subtly seductive, “Watch all you want, Ma’am.”

Eri noticed it. Few people have been less transparent. She was very much aware of the change in Sean’s words and tone, but she didn’t want to misunderstand or misplace them.

So she said nothing.

Eri watched the young man expertly flip the skewers on the grill as he dipped the bristles of the brush with the sauce. He then slathered it all over the barbecued meat, stealing occasional glances at her from the corner of his eyes. Eri shifted her body’s balance, shamefully getting wet at the heated eye contact.

Suddenly, as she was watching him, Sean changed the way he held the brush. He rearranged his grip and held the top half of the wooden handle between his index and middle fingers, leaving it partially open in the bottom. Still maintaining that sexually charged eye contact with the beautiful mother, Sean leaned down and tilted his head on the side — allowing Eri to see him part his lips to suck on the tip.

The same part she used to tease her wet pussy.

He licked circles all over the wooden handle and lovingly kissed the area with his tongue, as if it were his lover’s lips.

Whether those lips were the ones on her face or somewhere else was the question.

Sean could barely believe he was doing this. Where he got the guts to actually put this into action, he didn’t know. The only thing presiding over his movements right now was his earnest desire for her. For the woman in front of him.

The mother shuddered.

Sean wasn’t exactly being subtle around this. Eri wasn’t stupid.

He lapped it up with the tip of his tongue as if he wanted her to see. In fact, he was heatedly looking at her while he did so.

Taunting her. Wondering how she’d react.

She stared back at the young man.

The way he lecherously teased that handle with his fingers like he knew its dirty little secret only suggested one thing.

He saw her.

Fuck.

She didn’t lock the door, so he probably saw and heard her. His name on her lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

Anxiety coursed through her veins as her knees grew weak. The young man was crossing some sort of line here, and she wasn’t so sure she could fight him off.

Truthfully, she’s not worried at all that he’ll spread rumors around the entire neighborhood — or even tell her son about it.

Why? Because she knew Sean. She knew what kind of person he was. She knew because he basically grew up under her watchful eyes

He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t even stand by and watch bullies pile up on a Japanese boy who, at the time, didn’t want any help from his mother. She knew this because that was how Eri met him — seeing her son with a young boy; returning home all roughed up, yes, but happy.

She knew for sure Sean wouldn’t use that flimsy brush to hurt her, let alone a secret as destructive as this. Not a chance.

Even Eri was somewhat surprised by the amount of trust she felt towards him.

The kind of fundamental trust necessary for good sex.

Fuck.

Her anxiety came from the fact that her body desired him — and she had a very honest body.

Now that this opportunity presented itself, Eri struggled with a tempestuous inner turmoil.

Should she do it with him…? Just once?

No, she couldn’t do this with Sean. He was just a boy! Granted, he was the one seducing her, but he didn’t know any better.

These types of situations always end up turning into one of those messy hookups that both parties completely lose themselves in — right before hurting in the process of trying to navigate through it. There’s no way she’d throw a 19-year-old into that mess.

Sean gave the wooden handle one last peck before stopping. Following which, he licked his lips and mumbled, “Mmm, yum.”

People who didn’t know the situation would assume he meant the barbecue. Eri knew better. The look in his eyes were explicitly saying he wasn’t talking about the barbecue; Sean wasn’t even looking at the meat skewers.

Her cheeks couldn’t help but turn red. It was a novel experience — seeing a cute, sweet boy you knew as a kid turn into such a sexually attractive deviant. Unfortunately, she couldn’t revel in it. Countless thoughts bore through the Japanese woman’s mind.

How was she even going to approach this? What does she need to do to make sure he never says a word to her son by accident? How would she escape this situation?

Do I even want to?

Eri scolded herself inwardly. Yes, of course she does. She has to. There shouldn’t be any doubt about that. Her son’s friend was off limits. She was a sexual deviant herself, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have boundaries.

Boundaries are looking way too sweet to cross right now, though.

“Agreed. The…. barbecue is definitely coming around. I’m sure we’ll be able to eat in a minute,” she muttered quietly to redirect the conversation, anxious over the million possibilities of this really weird scenario.

Seeing her so fidgety and tense made Sean do a double take.

Like a splash of cold water, logic returned to his mind as he considered the potential consequences of what he was doing.

What was he doing?

He was clearly making Eri feel uncomfortable. He never wanted this reaction from her. She looked so uneasy. Plus, Hibiki was right there. Not only was he being an asshole to a kind mother, he was also being a shitty friend. Fantasies were one thing.

Reality was another.

The hot mother may fantasize about him, but that didn’t mean she wanted to fuck him.

That’s what happens when you think with your dick, Sean thought.

He took a step back and forcefully glued his eyes to the barbecue for the first time before apologizing, “I understand, Ma’am. I…I’m so sorry. For my behavior.”

Eri was inwardly flabbergasted. She was expecting a lot more push back on his side. He was young and virile after all. This was the age where teenagers couldn’t think of anything but sex. Plus, she was confident with her figure. Eri was sexy and fit because she took care of her body.

But the man seemed to sense her apprehension as if it were his own and immediately stopped — like the considerate kid he had always been.

That was supposed to be a good thing, but Eri couldn’t find it in herself to be happy. She shook her head and chased the thoughts of ecstasy away.

The truth is, she wanted him to just rip off her clothes right then and there without any regard for her son or the fact that they were partially outside. She wanted him to take her by force. Pin her by the table and ravage the fuck out of her.

The young mother bit her lips before watching him from afar. Sean was actually similarly attracted to her.

The masculine body she had always fantasized about was this close to her reach….

Knowing he felt the same way made her a lot more hungry for him.

Meanwhile, Sean was trying to distract himself with the barbecue. Hibiki’s voice talking in the background only further cemented the realization that he couldn’t do this. No matter how attracted he was to Eri, he couldn’t sleep with her.

He’d lose Hibiki if he ever found out about these thoughts, let alone what was happening.

The two remained quiet for the next few minutes, consumed by the sound of their own thoughts.

Despite their strong urge to break the silence, neither could find the right words to express what was on their minds. How could they? What they wanted was so… taboo. Dirty.

Some people would even say vile.

While the boys continued to happily chat in the background, the tension between them hung in the air like a heavy cloud. It made it difficult to breathe, even more so than the smoke coming out of the grill.

More importantly, it felt like there was a bubble separating the two groups in between. The differences between conversations about sports, video games, and teenage stuff over thoughts of hot, immoral sex were accentuated even further.

“Ma’am, these are ready. So… yeah. I’ll get the, um, plates.”

“Right.”

Sean gave her the brush before running out to get the paper plates. He made sure to avoid looking at her directly in the eyes.

Evidently, he had no amount of self control when it came to her. He knew that now. Sean had to watch himself even further.

Eri squeezed the handle between her fingers.

This handle…. was toyed with by the young man’s tongue not too long ago. The realization made her heart skip a bit. She suddenly remembered the multiple ways Sean tenderly kissed it.

God, she wished it was her pussy instead.

What would his tongue feel like? Lashing against her skin, gently kissing the surface….

“Here are the plates, Ma’am.”

She woke up to her erratic thoughts and replied, “Thanks.”

He stared at her for a while before coming to his senses.

“Um, yeah. You’re welcome. I’ll be…. there at the table. Call us if you n-need anything,” he stuttered.

Eri watched him leave. It was such an irresponsible teenage thing to do — to leave her burning like this. She wondered if he even knew what kind of effect he had on her. Judging from his expression, he probably didn’t.

But she came through. She marched down there, brought the plates full of barbecue, and sat down like nothing was wrong.

It took an inhumane amount of energy from her, but she did it.

She opened her mouth and brought the meat skewers down, one by one, occasionally stealing glances at the young man across her.

Sean ate even more than her, as if he completely forgot what had happened in the back. While everyone complimented her cooking, however, Sean stayed quiet. He didn’t look at her once — which hurt a little considering his reaction was one of the things she was really looking forward to.

Sean always had something to say about her cooking.

But she hid her disappointment.

Perhaps things really had permanently changed between them.

“This tastes amazing, Mom!” Hibiki told her as he downed an entire glass of water. Free and Ivaneski eagerly nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, honey,” she said, trying to fake a smile.

Eri thought otherwise, putting down the last meat stick on her plate.

She thought it would taste better than this.

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After the early dinner, Sean immediately stood up to clean the table. The three, on the other hand, decided to walk around and play catch to “force their stomachs to settle down.”

Eri looked at the responsible young man who stayed behind to help. He still avoided her gaze like a plague.

But she stayed quiet.

It was a little over 8pm when Fred and Ivaneski decided to head home. Sean felt the odd man out so he told Hibiki he’ll be leaving too.

He nodded, turning to his mom as he spoke, “Mom, I’ll walk them home. Is that all right?”

“Of course.”

As they left the house, Eri and Sean’s gaze met for the first time since the… incident.

He waved his hand slightly. “Thank you for today, Ma’am,” Sean said without any of his previous warmth and smile.

But that was the only time he acknowledged her existence in the past few hours, and Eri was grateful for it

Then he left before she could say it back — and it all came crashing down again. She wondered if this was the new norm. Was he going to walk on eggshells around her forever?

A huge wave of emptiness befell Eri as she thought about the future.

Meanwhile, Sean was outside, trying to fight the urge to go back in there and apologize.

It hurt to treat the young mother this way, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice. He crossed a line.

And now he was only suffering the consequences of his actions. Eri herself was probably relieved she didn’t have to talk to him.

He stared at his three good friends and said, “Hey, guys. I don’t feel so good. Do you mind if I just call it a night? I think I’ll head to the convenience store and buy… something. You know, to drink before heading home.”

He actually planned on buying a cigarette, but no one knew he smoked — not even his best friend.

He didn’t habitually do it, of course. In fact, he hated the smell of cigarettes.

Still, he did crave it on particularly bad days.

Sean pointed in the opposite direction and explained that the convenience store was that way.

Hibiki looked at him worriedly before asking, “What’s up, man? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just want to be alone for a while before heading home.”

With an understanding nod, Hibiki raised his hand for a fist-bump. He knew about Sean’s anxiety, so he made sure to give him some space whenever he needed it.

Sean smiled and bumped fists with him.

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“Thanks, Hibi. I’ll see you guys.” Sean waved his hand goodbye before walking away.

It wasn’t until a few blocks away when he realized he didn’t have his phone on him.

Was it back on the house?

He walked back, slightly apprehensive about seeing Eri again — to the point where he slightly debated if he needed his phone in the first place.

Sean sighed. Maybe if he was careful, he could go in and get out without being caught.

“Looking for this?” Eri said, his phone in her outstretched hand as she leaned on the kitchen wall.

Well, that didn’t work.

“Yeah — yes. Thank you,” Sean stammered. He reached out his hand to grab it. Unfortunately, Eri didn’t plan on making this easy.

She avoided his hand and turned away from him.

“You left it on the table.”

Sean thought about it for a moment before finally remembering. He was tidying up the plates on the table and put his phone down. He probably never grabbed it back.

The young man quietly agreed with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood, “That… makes sense. I remember now. Stupid forgetful me — ”

“Why did you help?” she interrupted.

“What?”

You could’ve played with the boys, but you helped me clean up.”

“Well, you cooked. That was the r-right thing to do — ”

“You… could’ve stayed upstairs, but you had to go down and peep on me. Was that also the right thing to do?” she sharply retorted.

Sean’s eyes briefly displayed immense guilt, and she saw it.

“I — ”

“I hate this. I hate this so much, Sean.”

“What’s wrong? What do you hate?”

Is it me?

Sean’s heart panged as he tried to calm her down, “I understand if you don’t want to see me again, Ma’am.”

“No, you fucking idiot!”

Sean flinched. That was probably the first time he heard the woman curse.

“I don’t want you ignoring me! I don’t want you never going back here again and talking to me. I… ”

“Ma’am — ”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Call me by my name, you coward!”

“Eri.”

Tears started to drip down her cheeks as Eri’s voice gradually quietened down, “Do you hate me now because I’m a pervert?”

Sean shook his head adamantly. “No! Fuck, no! That’s not it. Eri, look at me.”

His feet, which were stuck on the floor, instinctually walked towards the young mother as he reached out to comfort her.

Like she had been waiting for it her whole life, Eri’s body curled up as she molded into the shape of his embrace.

Suddenly, the space between them ceased to exist. As their skin touched, they finally knew what the other was feeling — which was weird. How could a simple touch make them understand each other more than their own words could?

How could mere skin contact feel so goddamn good?

Sean could feel her tears start to permeate through his shirt — her hot breath on his chest.

Simultaneously, Eri could feel his big arms and shoulders easily take her in like no one had ever done before. She felt so comfortable in his embrace.

Which made her horny, of course.

“I’m sorry, Eri. For looking. That wasn’t cool.”

She sobs quietly in response. Sean was a good kid — he was way too good for her.

Meanwhile, the “good kid” slowly grew hard from this intimate hug.

He couldn’t help it. He could feel her nipples poking through her shirt and his skin.

“If you’re a pervert, then I’m probably worse,” Sean said after a while. The young mother laughed, completely doubting that.

Afraid that she’d notice, he retracted his embrace and played it off.

But unlike his expectations, she had noticed it already — and she was looking right at it.

He followed her gaze and groaned, “I’m… sorry about that too. I promise I can’t control it.”

Silence permeated through the atmosphere. They both stared at each other, feeling each other’s presence.

Maybe they’ll be fine after all, thought Sean.

“I’ll blow you if you promise not to say a word about any of this to Hibiki.

The words reverberated in that empty kitchen room and went straight to his ears, breaking his wishful thinking.

He didn’t understand immediately. It was so sudden, so outlandish that he couldn’t have possibly heard her right.

“Excuse me?” he mumbled blankly.

She repeated with a louder, more hurried voice, “I’m saying I’ll suck you off if you promise not to tell anyone about what you saw in my room. No, did you t-take pictures? Let’s make a deal. Delete them and I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”

He looked at her with a mixture of hurt and anger that she could even think for a second he was the type of person who’d do that.

“Hold on, Eri. Calm down. I’m not blackmailing you. I won’t tell anyone. Ever. Why would you even say, no, think that? Fucking hell — pictures? What guy in their right mind would take pictures and use them to threaten you? You saw me grow up! I would never do that. Trust me, what happened here won’t ever get out. Ever. Not from me. Not ever! I don’t want to lose my friend too — ”

She shook her head erratically, frustrated that he wasn’t getting it.

“No, you don’t understand — ”

He shook his head, interrupting her, “No, I do. Eri. Now you listen to me. I will never — ”

Sean paused at the sight of her crying, begging.

“Please, Sean. Threaten me. Please. Just…. pretend. No, blackmail me for real.”

“….What?”

“I d-don’t want to hurt my son. So threaten me. Don’t give me a choice. Please. Because then I’ll be a good mother. Can you do that for me, please? Please, baby.”

Eri’s whimpers of the word “baby” sent shivers down his spine. He had never been called that. Coming from anyone except her, he may have even been a little insulted.

But finally, he understood.

She was begging him.

This was her last resort. Everything was all for this — this conclusion.

He even doubted if he actually forgot his phone. Maybe she took it from the table as soon as she saw it.

It was a selfish thing to do, putting the moral implications of this situation completely on his back.

But his mind quietened. Thoughts seemingly erased, he stared into her watery eyes.

He knew, without a doubt in his mind, that he was willing to carry this weight if it meant having her. If it meant her subservience and joy. If it meant he could hold her.

Fuck her.

He placed his fingers on her cheeks and inwardly curled it on the cleft of her ass, tucking her short leggings directly in between. Sean couldn’t see it, but he didn’t have to for him to know how tempting it must look like.

The sports leggings were probably accentuating her creamy ass fully, tightly holding on to her skin like adhesive glue.

It made him dizzy just by thinking about it.

Sean smirked, his tone completely different from before, “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Calling my name out like that while rubbing yourself….”

Eri shivered. “Yes.”

“But I bet my cock can make you scream my name even better.”

He grabbed her shoulder and gently pushed her down.

“Yes.”

She let him, her knees hitting the cold, hard ceramic tiles of her own kitchen as she felt boundless gratitude towards Sean for doing this.

“If you…. If you don’t want any word of this out to your son, I suggest you make me feel really good, you slutty excuse of a mother,” he spat mercilessly and Eri could barely see the kindness she knew for certainty was his nature.

She was right. Sean had never threatened anyone in his life for personal gain.

It hurt him to do this — for plenty of reasons.

But he was going to. He made that choice the moment he placed his hands on her ass.

Sean did admit the softness against his hands made this a lot easier to do.

He was a teenager. He wasn’t about to turn down an eager offer from a woman he’s had wet dreams about for as long as he could remember.

Sean held her hair. They were as soft and smooth as they can be. People go through medical treatments to get hair as healthy as this, but Eri seemed to have it naturally.

She looked beautiful under him. He could see her inviting breasts even clearer from over this angle, only partially covered by the apron she was still wearing.

He neatly grabbed a handful of her hair and whispered, “Put that mouth to good use, Mommy.”

Eri started unbuckling his belt clumsily as she stared up at him, mesmerized by his sudden switch of stance. It was so…. unlike him to be so aggressive. Growing up, Sean was just this cute, smart kid living two blocks away from here. He loved puzzles, he liked playing with her son, he was always polite.

Looking at him in a sexual way was both the weirdest and most liberating experience ever.

She put her hands on his crotch and smiled at him.

The young man shuddered at her cute upturned doe eyes. Her fingers started to stroke the outlined bulge on his pants as they worked their way through his belt.

“Let me help you, Eri.”

The way he called her name so naturally sent a shiver down her spine.

Their hands touched over the cold feel of metal as the pair ceased their breaths momentarily. Effortlessly caught up in each other’s eyes, they moved ever so slowly.

Until his cock was unraveled.

Now this was slightly out of the blue for Eri. This is one of the things that give you a big shock when you see it — even though you’ve thought in that direction.

Because Sean was big.

Big-big.

Out of all her partners, this 19-year-old was actually the biggest. And the sample range was nowhere near small.

She’s dated bodybuilders, construction workers, waiters, lawyers, you name it. Men from different occupations. Tall, huge men. They were all adults. With jobs, even kids.

And somehow, this nerdy student was bigger than all of them.

“Do you know how special you are?” Eri suddenly asked.

Sean looked confused. “Sorry?”

“This dick….”

The young man blushed, still adjusting to her straightforward nature regarding sex.

“I d-don’t know. Is it? Does it look weird?” he asked nervously.

Eri chuckled, “Oh, honey. No. I love it.”

She’s never really been a size-queen. Dicks of all sizes do generally get it done for her.

But she had to admit a big, fat cock like this came with a different level of thrill and overwhelming mental seduction.

“What did you mean then? Is it, um, the size? I assumed I was average based on all the pornos I’ve seen — ”

Eri interrupted with a hush as she grabbed his huge cock with her hands. It struggled to even wrap around the girth of it all.

Meanwhile, Sean hissed in pleasure.

“Average? Men around the world will kill you if you call this average, baby. You’re huge! I’m telling you — this porn thing is destroying your generation’s minds.”

Before he could think about her statement, the woman leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock with practiced precision

Sean gasped in shock, his skin tingling and tight with goosebumps. He could feel her tongue giving way as she took him in deeper, settling in the undersides of his length.

He watched helplessly as Eri’s soft and eager mouth stimulated every inch of him.

Without warning, she abruptly grabbed the base of his dick with one hand while rubbing herself through her leggings with the other.

“Wait…! S-slow down — fuck. Oh, my God.”

His body tensed as Eri skillfully sucked his cock, her cheeks hollowing out in effect.

“You like that, Sean?” she asked him, removing his cock-head from her wet mouth with a “pop” sound as she continued stroking him.

He nodded, speechless over the mind-melting handjob. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Eri was getting him off.

His crush. His best friend’s mother.

This sexy Japanese woman was on her knees, stroking his cock with her saliva as lube.

And it was indescribably fantastic. Every cell in his body was celebrating.

His thoughts of ecstasy were interrupted as she asked, “Have you ever done this?”

Sean shook his head. She figured as much.

“I’ve never even kissed a girl before,” he let out unconsciously before his eyes widened in embarrassment.

Eri laughed. “Really, never? We should’ve started with that. You probably wouldn’t want to kiss me anymore after this.”

Sean scoffed instinctively, “As if anything could stop me from wanting to.”

The mother grinned. “I’ll take your word for it.”

She got up, wrapped her arms around his neck — and while she looked at him deep in the eyes, she kissed him on the lips.

He carried her over to the kitchen sink, reciprocating her kisses well until she slipped him the tongue.

Sean moaned as his vision blurred.

Was this making out? God, she tasted so good. He could feel the saliva in his mouth wasn’t just his now.

She was leading every eager movement of his appendage inside her mouth. Erotically, he wondered if her folds would do the same.

“Untie this in the back? I can’t do it,” Eri chuckled, guiding his hands to the back of her waist — more specifically on the knot of her apron.

Without missing a beat, he resumed kissing her and managed to take off the apron a few minutes later.

Their lips separated as a string of spit lewdly stretched progressively thinner — connecting their wet and playful tongues. It was almost romantic, Sean thought.

“May I….?” he asked, trailing off as he was embarrassed to say more. The mother smiled. Eri seemed to know what he meant completely despite not continuing.

“You can….”

She bit his lips, massively aroused at the elation practically writing itself all over his face. The young man’s eyes were beaming; he looked really excited — like a kid who had just gotten his favorite toy.

He pulled on her sport leggings, throwing it dismissively on the floor, before kneeling and putting his face directly between her legs. He was tall enough to reach her despite him being on his knees and her on the counter — an obvious turn-on for the nymphomaniac mom.

Sean ran his thumb on her underwear — directly on the wet spot between it.

He couldn’t help but gently lean in and kiss it, mouth slightly open as he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

The young mom moaned in embarrassment, “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I…. I don’t know. Nobody does that. It’s just…. dirty.”

“I doubt it,” Sean retorted with a smile, his gaze locked onto her pussy as he muttered, “Why else would it smell so good?”

Eri blushed; he was right. She didn’t know why she felt so shy. It was just clothing. She was clean. She made sure of that. Besides, she was perfectly okay with her pussy getting eaten. Why would she feel mortified over a simple kiss on her underwear?

She reckoned the embarrassment comes from the fact that men weren’t generally this enthusiastic to give head. Or at least the men she dated weren’t.

The way Sean put his lips over it was… mesmerizing, to say the least. He looked content, satisfied — like he was worshiping the divine. His hungry, unwavering gaze on her wetness did nothing to reduce her embarrassment either.

Sean eagerly pulled off her underwear before wasting no time lapping up at her beautiful folds.

So this was what pussy tasted like.

I could get used to this, he thought as he enjoyed the salty taste of her wet entrance.

Eri moaned obscenely as she held his hair and pulled him in. Meanwhile, Sean was in heaven. All of his senses were focused on the sensations he felt under his tongue. Her folds, her twitches, her clit. He was profoundly enamoured by the feel of it all.

“Right there! Yes! Oh, fuck. Sean, you’re a natural. Oh, baby…! You’re doing so good for a total beginner. Yes! Harder. Fuck. We’re g-going to have a lot of fun with this. Oh, shiiit! Lick that clit, honey. The slight bump — oh — fuck. You found it, pretty boy. Good job, sweetie!”

Who would have thought this shy woman was quite a talker in bed?

Sean felt proud, hearing her compliments as he eagerly rubbed his face harder on her pussy.

The younger man was on fucking heaven. He felt like he was essentially rubbing his face on fucking clouds.

“Oh, shit! You love pussy, don’t you? God, not much men are willing to go down on women, let alone n-nuzzle their whole face against it like you do. You’re a nasty boy, aren’t you? Say it, b-baby. Fuck! Say it with me.”

Sean obeyed with a blankness in his mind that matched his expression, “I’m a nasty boy.”

She squealed, “Yes! You’re a dirty boy who loves licking mature cunts all over.”

“I’m a dirty boy who loves mature cunts,” he repeated again, never letting his lips separate from her lower ones as his cock twitched in his pants.

“You’re hitting the spot, sweetie. Oh, baby! Doing so good, I think you found your talent. Are high school nerds this good at giving head?”

Sean pinched her thick thighs when she mentioned the word “nerd.”

Her back arched as she raised her ankles near the edge of the kitchen tabletop, forming an M with her sexy taut legs.

Sweat started to form in her chest as she spoke breathily, “You don’t like being called a nerd? That’s too bad because I love fucking nerdy men raw. They usually have the biggest dicks, you know? Underneath all that nice facade is a man who can fuck and babble around pussy. I love fucking their brains out even after they cum. Bounce on their cock until it hurts! Oh, yes!”

The obscene thought made Sean’s cock twitch. Flaming desire burned through him as he lapped at her labia with a groan. He thought of the men who has had the honor of being under her — under this pussy, and burned with envy. He hated seeing those men even then. He hated the way they looked at her. He knew the look after all.

Sean looked at her the same way.

Suddenly, Eri’s thighs wrapped around his head, completely burying his face as he drowned in her pussy. He couldn’t even move his head away if he wanted to.

And he didn’t fucking want to. He probably never will want to.

Shit.

His tongue thrashed at her insides, slurping up her slick juices and gulping them down his throat with no hesitation. All of a sudden, he was a thirsty, dying man who discovered a tapping vein in the middle of the desert.

He could feel the warmth unfurling on his chest, getting sporadically hotter as if it were alcohol intoxicating him.

Sean groaned. He was so turned on, his hands couldn’t help but stroke his cock through his pants. He could feel her on his tongue.

Smell her.

Taste her.

He closed his eyes, finding no actual need for his vision. All of his senses seemed to heighten. He was licking pussy as if tomorrow didn’t exist while the woman’s beautiful thighs were tightly locked around his head and neck, trapping him in a neverending swirl of woman-dominated pleasure as well as his own sense of fulfillment in this rapturous submission. He could break free if he really wanted to. After all, her legs were leaning partly on his shoulders.

Did he want to? Hell-fucking-no.

Sean felt her hands start to roughly grope at his hair, pulling his face against her cunt even more.

God, the only regret he had was that he couldn’t see her face. He could hear her, though. The young mother wasn’t shying away from moaning, which was enough for now. Actually, he felt drunk on them. His head was starting to reel, electricity ringing constantly in his ear and temples. He felt his lungs slowly start to lose air too. Instead of panicking, however, he started to relish in it. The slight asphyxiation was making his cock even harder. The shocks running through his body, warning him that it was dangerous, served nothing more than to make his total submission all that much sweeter.

Just when he thought he was really about to faint, her legs eased on him, allowing him to resurface for a breath or two once again.

He had to be honest, Sean was a little disappointed. He wondered what it would feel like to actually faint trapped under her legs. It was most likely dangerous, but he couldn’t even care. He bet that was some sort of secret entrance to heaven.

Sean gently pushed her thighs further apart before his hands reached up between her legs. She gasped as a finger entered her pussy. Meanwhile, her clit was simultaneously flicked and teased by the younger man’s tongue.

She rode the torrential waves of pleasure.

“I love the way you lick pussy, baby. You’re so much better than my previous boyfriend,” she sighed, head spacing out.

He stares up at her and says begrudgingly, “Your nerdy ex-boyfriend?”

Sean remembered what he looked like. The fucking nerd could only reach up to his neck.

Mind you, he’s never actually had the propensity for the kind of aggression and violence most men seem to find easy.

But he sure fantasized about roughing that sissy guy up.

She chuckled, “You’re a nerd too. None of them were as impressive as you at your age, though.”

“I wouldn’t be if I owned this pussy,” he muttered before diving back in.

Eri groaned at the thought. Sean, who was inarguably at the 99th academic percentile, being a sex-addicted delinquent with failing grades? She couldn’t fathom it.

“Owned? That’s a big word. And don’t a-abandon your studies for anyone, Sean — fuck! That feels so goooood.”

It was probably the mother in her talking. After all, Hibiki wasn’t exactly the best student.

He looked at her and said, “I’d fail all of my subjects if I could pound this pussy all day, Eri.”

Sean wasn’t lying. Who’d give a fuck about assignments and exams when this woman was in your house?

He never blamed Hibiki for failing most of his subjects. That was because he knew if he lived with Eri, he wouldn’t do so well either. Sure, his friend probably didn’t fail those tests because his mom was hot and he wanted to fuck her, but he found it a little stupid that his friend didn’t.

It was unbelievable how oblivious Hibiki was to his own mother’s charm and appeal. It was fucking electric to any straight man who saw and heard her talk.

Sean got up and grinned before whispering right to her ear, “Definitely won’t do my homework if I get to do you all day, Eri….”

That seemed to turn her on because he suddenly felt her pussy squeeze tighter around his two fingers.

“S-shit. That’s so hot. I wanna see you turn like that for me, baby. Fuck, I wanna ruin your life! My own personal stud,” she whispered that last bit, her eyes shutting tight in pleasure as Sean slipped another finger inside.

The young man knew she didn’t mean it. Still, the idea of them fucking each other all day on top of his schoolworks was a hot fantasy he would love to fulfill in the future.

Sean himself seriously considered the idea, though. A fucking sex toy whose only job is to please this wonderful woman? Sign him up!

Beads of sweat formed on his brow and trickled down his temples. The heat trapped in his body was gradually turning unmanageable.

Pausing for a moment, he adjusted his glasses and attempted to cool down. He took off his sleeveless sweater, exposing the white buttoned shirt behind it to the woman’s starving gaze.

Due to the sweat, the fabric stuck closely to his body. The same way his wet locks currently framed his angular face.

“Sean,” she spoke, interrupting his loud thoughts of whether or not he was doing everything right.

“Yes?”

“Wanna fuck me?”

He replied without even thinking for a moment, “Fuck, yeah.”

Eri positioned herself properly over the kitchen counter before using her fingers to spread her beautiful pussy akin to a blooming pink petal.

“Then fuck me, Sean. Fuck me up hard, okay? Give me every inch. I’m ready….”

“Really?” he asked, trembling with excitement and arousal.

“Yes,” she sighed, biting her lips as she continued, “I can’t take it anymore, baby. You need to fuck me. I’m going crazy.”

He grinned. To hear this beautiful sexy woman mumble those words to him….

He felt like he was dreaming.

Unable to wait any longer, Sean slipped out of his pants completely and threw them across the floor.

“Shouldn’t I wear a condom or something?” he asked.

Eri shook her head and licked her lips. “I’ll just take the pill. I want you in me raw….”

Sean’s face flushed in response as he stammered, “O-okay.”

He positioned himself over her body, stroking his cock in preparation.

Without warning, Eri expertly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in.

Sean helplessly watched as his cock slowly penetrated the soft entrance of her wet pussy, forcefully pushing the air out of his lungs as he croaked, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

And Eri took him in.

Her body, despite being considerably smaller and designed to take much smaller weaponry, miraculously inhaled every inch of his cock until she was full to the brim.

The Japanese woman gasped as the young man hit places she never thought possible.

Meanwhile, Sean’s face was contorted, his mouth agape as he tried to take ahold of his erratic breathing.

He felt the pleasurable sensations flow straight into his brain, blinding him temporarily.

He was having a dry orgasm.

She patted him in the head, comforting him as her body uncontrollably oozed more alluring pheromones by the second, “You’re okay, baby. Fuck, you’re so b-big. Mommy’s got you. Let’s stay like this for a little while, okay? Give me some t-time to catch up?”

With his eyes tightly shut, Sean nodded obediently. He probably wouldn’t be able to move even if he wanted to.

The feel of her pussy contracting against his member…..

“Fuck!”

….was the single, most greatest experience of his fucking life.

And he was sure he would cum if he moved even the slightest, cutting the experience short.

Meanwhile, Eri was trying to adjust to his size by using one of the breathing exercises she had to do when she was pregnant with Hibiki.

Taking Sean’s entire length in one ago was a remarkable feat, but it didn’t come without price, without pain.

Eri hated any form of discomfort, let alone actual pain.

She dealt with it, of course. Sex didn’t happen without the complete absence of discomfort. There was foreplay, preparation, and last but not least, insertion. You couldn’t get away without any discomfort, no matter how good the guy was.

As a matter of course, though she loved penetration, she tended to avoid letting her boyfriends do it without a bottle of lube on standby. She got off on pleasure — exclusively. The feeling of good cock when it hits a spot.

Pain and dicomfort was never the main attraction.

But this was strangely different.

She didn’t hate the feeling. In fact, she didn’t even dislike it.

….. Okay, she loved it.

She wanted to repeatedly stick his cock inside without ample preparation. Over and over again.

It was a first for her.

“You can move now, baby. Slowly, okay?” she sighed in excitement.

Part of her craved more of that pain and fullness.

Coming down from his high, Sean obliged, slowly gathering strength in his hips to pull himself back.

Before plunging it in again.

His mouth slightly open, he watched his cock repeatedly disappear and reappear from inside her.

“Fuck!” he groaned, eyes briefly rolling to the back of his head as every hair in his body rose in tandem. She felt so good around him, he couldn’t control his hips anymore.

With each heaven-filled thrust, their bodies melded together as one, saturating in each other’s embrace.

Her body was in so much pleasure as well that colors started dancing around her sight.

Despite all the mixing watercolors obscuring her 20/20 (ordinarily) eyesight, Eri suddenly noticed the young man’s wire-rimmed glasses were starting to fall from all the movement. She reached out to help remove it, but he grabbed her wrist and shook his head, delicately pushing it higher on the bridge of his nose.

“I want to see you,” he said earnestly while he looked at her.

Her cheeks flushed, butterflies starting to flutter wildly inside her stomach — which, in turn, made his cock feel all the more intense. She arched her back and pushed against him, gaining some sliver of revenge as she saw him squirm in pleasure.

God, he feels so good.

Eri couldn’t help but shiver in excitement. Sean was currently going slow, but she felt he had a good sense of rhythm for a beginner.

Time started to lose meaning as their senses fixated on the pleasurable sensations washing over the both of them.

After a few minutes of relishing in this ecstatic, heat-filled exploit, Sean found himself already thrusting in maximum capacity.

At this point, their bodies were glistening with a thick sheen of sweat, sliding easily into each other.

“Fuck!” Sean roared, wrapping his arm around Eri’s thighs before proceeding to pull her against him, effectively dragging his entire length along her spots. Meanwhile, his emotions were gliding at an all time high as he tried not to break down under the mind-fucking pleasure.

But he didn’t stop.

He repeatedly drove his big cock inside her as Eri humped back with all her strength, borrowing strength from the man’s momentum by placing her hands behind his neck.

The young mother’s face twisted in rapture. This was completely different from the slow, gentle love-making a while ago. She was now going crazy over this guy’s reckless bulldozing.

She could tell he had something in his mind. The way he fucked was akin to that of an innocent beast who had something to say and shout.

“Sean…! Baby! W-wait — fuuuuck! C-calm down. Oh, my Gooood. You’re fucking me too haaaard! Oooh. What’s w-wrong, baby?” she moaned, stuck between wanting to know and wanting to get her needy pussy fucked so savagely just like this.

“Fuck! I love you, Eri. I want you to k-know that. Shit, shit, s-shit. You feel amazing, fuck. Oooh! Oh, my God. I want you to know that I’ve been looking at you far longer than you could ever possibly fucking imagine. I’m not — oh, fuck, yes — just doing this because you’re hot, or that it’s a fantasy. I w-want to kiss you in public. I want to — uh — date you. T-take you out. I…. I’ve always wanted to make love to you — fuck — ”

Sean’s face contorted in pleasure and heart-stopping anxiety as he confessed, “God, it fucking sucks that I can’t do that.”

Eri hushed him, wiping his tears as they build up from the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry. Fuck — your d-dick…. so hard, so goooood…! I’m so sorry, Sean. For b-being attracted to you. I really am. Hibiki is my life. I…fuck….I don’t know if I could ever tell him about this. Oh, my God. So good! Right there, baby! Shit, I don’t w-want to lead you on. I can’t tell him about this. A-at least for now. Until I’m ready. AH, YES! GOD!”

Sean whispered how he understood, his hips still moving against her with long, inexperienced, but fervent strokes. For some reason, it was doing wonders for her anyway. They felt so compatible; like the puzzles she used to see him work through. She knew you could go through life a thousand times without seeing this level of chemistry.

She thought she could just do it this one time with Sean, release all these pent-up feelings, and never think about it again.

But she was naive. There’s no way she could do this once and be done with it.

Eri said she didn’t want to lead him on, but she knew a part of her was lying.

She did want him beside her, irrespective of his own good. Why else would she say “for now”? Sure, it could be true. She may grow enough to be ready; ready to tell her son all about the dirty things she had been doing with his friend in the future.

But she couldn’t guarantee it.

Why was she giving the young man hope if she wasn’t sure she could deliver?

Eri had never been selfish her entire life. The entire phase of her childhood was spent garnering the validation of her parents. Her teenage years, on the other hand, were spent trying to please an asshole who didn’t cherish her. In the end, he left her, and Eri had to raise Hibiki alone. When he was born, she swore to put him above all others.

And she did. For 19 years, she’s raised her son without a father figure — encouraging him every day to be his own kind of man.

The type of man who wouldn’t leave a girl he got pregnant.

The way Sean looked at her as he worked his way through her pleasure-induced nerves brought her a bitter question she’s never asked herself before, though.

What about her? Will she ever put herself first?

Couldn’t she be selfish for once?

She placed her hands on his face, kissing him passionately before asking, “So can you be my dirty little secret? S-shiiit, your big fucking cock is hitting the back! Oh, please! Can I be y-yours? Oh, my god — fuck me right there!”

Sean clenched his teeth as he kept fucking her impossibly tight and mature cunt. “Yes! I’ll be your fucking secret. Your boy toy. Your stud. Whatever you fucking want to call me, Eri…! Fuck, you feel amaaazing!”

“KEEP FUCKING ME, STUD! MAKE LOVE TO ME LIKE YOU HATE ME! SCREW ME WITH YOUR FAT COCK, BABY!” she shouted from the back of her throat until Sean urgently covered her mouth, afraid that someone was going to hear her.

The neighbors might already have.

Eri slicked her jet black hair back before synchronously fucking herself against the young man’s cock. He hissed, painfully in pleasure.

“S-shiiiit. Your pussy is sucking me in. God, I feel so numb right now. I feel like I’m on fucking drugs. Fuck, fuck — SHIT….! Don’t squeeze too hard, Eri. I’m n-not gonna fucking last…”

“PUMP IT IN ME, BIG BOY! I WANT YOUR CUM INSIDE — FUCK, I’LL GIVE YOU YOUR FIRST CREAMPIE! SEAN! SEAN! OH, BABY. YES…! SOMEONE LIKES THE IDEA…!”

“Quiet down, Eri! Oh, fuck!” he cursed under his breath.

She chuckled as she felt him twitch uncontrollably inside her. The young man was clearly slowing down his thrusts now to hold back from orgasming. Honestly, it was a miracle that he lasted this long in his first time. Most virgins would have passed out by now. Eri licked her lips. She caught a hunk with the little promise of barbecue today, and he was freshly free to mold according to her fantasy.

Sean clenched his teeth, his cock feeling the entirety of her tightly woven pussy. It was a torturous experience, honestly. He didn’t know if he wanted it to last longer or if he preferred to reach his peak instead.

He wanted both. His eyes grew increasingly unfocused as his senses heightened. Sacred, carnal pleasure coursed through him as he felt her pussy clench down on his cock, molding each other’s base form as they settled on a perfect rhythm. At this point, none of them could speak. Nonsensical babbles spilled out of their lips as they relished in each other’s bodies.

Eri was similarly gasping like he was. It brought him a lot closer to the edge knowing he was making her feel good. It was his first time, he didn’t know what he was doing.

Her erotic moans and spasms were all he needed as reassurance.

“I’m cumming! Eri, I’m cumming! Oh, fuck! It feels so good — ”

Sean forcibly shut his eyes, strenuously lightheaded as beads of sweat continued to drip down his forehead.

“Cum inside, you fucking stud! Mark my fucking womb like I’m your bitch for life. Breed me, baby!” Eri chanted. Like a well-greased machine, her shamelessness and skill with dirty talk were fully operating. Few men have put her in this state — she was in the zone.

Finding her nasty mouth such a turn-on, Sean leaned in and kissed her lips awkwardly, his breath completely all over the place like a rutting animal.

Simultaneously, he removed one of his hands from her waist and rudely groped at her tits.

Eri pushed against him, kissing him back with ever-increasing delight at having found this sex machine. His inexperience made her job a lot harder, though. Like they were instruments in sync, her breath fine-tuned itself to his erratic pacing — similarly depriving her lungs of oxygen and leaving her muzzy.

It took a few minutes, but she ran out of breath. Meanwhile, through pure will alone, Sean progressively got better with his tongue as he continued to kiss her. There was ringing and electricity in his ears, but he couldn’t stop. He’d rather die than separate from her soft lips for a second.

Again and again, he slammed his dick into her while invading her wet mouth with his unruly tongue.

The experienced woman’s eyes rolled up to the dirtiest kiss she’s probably ever had. The kid was hasty, irresponsible, unskilled, and somehow — everything felt right. All her buttons were being pushed. This disgraceful display was actually doing it for her. The instincts she had long replaced with experience and logic shot through her body once again as she was led by her son’s best friend.

“I love you. Eri. I can’t hold it anymore. I really — uh — I can’t. Fuck — fuck — I c-can’t hold. Cumming inside….!”

Eyes blacking out, Sean closed his eyes in exhaustion as pleasure took over him. His hips, however, still didn’t stop moving.

Eri herself felt her orgasm coming along. She gave up counting them all, but this was her biggest one yet for a simple reason.

The thought of this young stud’s cum filling her up got her excited like crazy.

She hugged him. “Cum inside me! I want your cum, Sean! Fill me uuuuup!”

Without needing another prompt, his cock erupted inside her. Multiple rounds of spurts came out of him, his body shaking in greater pleasure with each one. Every inch of his muscle was burning, but it was so worth it. Nothing in his 19 years of living came close to this.

Meanwhile, Eri howled in gut-wrenching satisfaction, her hands gripping tightly at the edge of the countertop. Like lightning had struck, her lewd body shook as a tempestuous toe-curling orgasm rewarded her vision with pure white.

Unbelievably, he was the best sex she ever had. A self-proclaimed slut had a virgin as her best.

You’d think she was humiliated, being taken down a peg by someone she considered as her second son, but it felt way too good for that.

As soon as he came inside, every hair in her body rose as her body sang in tune with the young man’s orgasm.

She screamed one last time as his last spurt of warm and sticky cum branded her deep inside, claiming her as his property.

The Japanese woman loved to receive cum in her face, but she arguably loved creampies even more, especially from men who came “too much.”

If that even is a thing.

And maybe because it was his first or the fact that he was well endowed to begin with, Sean came a lot.

Most men were done within five seconds, but he was still letting out cum after the ten-second-mark.

It almost felt like someone was releasing his bladder inside her womb, spreading warmth throughout her body.

After a few seconds more of that sweet and heavenly focal point of ecstasy, Sean lost all strength as his body fell on top of her.

Eri simply let her body relax too. Skin-deep in each other’s bodies, they listened to each other’s quick heartbeats.

For a full minute, they silently reveled in the aftereffects of their intense love-making. They somehow knew what the other was feeling without a word.

I wish we’d stay like this forever, they both thought.

It was wrong, and definitely irresponsible.

But the mark this forbidden act made on their mind left little room for regret.

“Sean?” Eri called out, still breathless.

“Yeah?” he replied, voice raspy and a little weak as his mind counted the moles on Eri’s shoulder.

Pretty birthmarks, thought Sean.

In fact, he had always thought so.

But right now, they were the most perfect drawings he had ever seen — like constellations that connected with one another to form one cohesive existence.

The same way he and Eri were tethered right at this moment.

“We have to go. Hibiki might get back any second now. He texted me just now.”

Sean gathered all his energy to move his eyes away from her sexy moles. Grunting, he stood up and watched as Eri put her clothes on.

He wanted to do it again — an earnest desire that, as usual, manifested into his lower body.

Eri, dumbfounded at his growing member, looked at the beady-eyed Sean before shutting him down, “No way!”

He snuggled up against her and tried to appeal, “Just one?”

Sean hit her with his puppy eyes.

She shook her head, a visible smile making its way through her lips. “Nope.”

“Not even once?”

“Nu-uh.”

He chuckled while running his hands through his hair, “Okay, okay.”

Quickly locating his clothes on the floor, he tidied up his sweat and nonchalantly wore it all back.

Eri quietly stared at him. Something had changed between them. The slight awkwardness in their interactions were now completely gone.

The invisible wall between them — something she didn’t even notice was there before — lay on the floor, broken and beyond repair.

“Okay. So I’ll, uh, see you around, Ma’am,” Sean said formally, his hand even doing a half-assed salute.

Eri chuckled.

With his other hand, Sean deftly threaded the leather strap through the buckle. As the sound of the metal clasp clicking shut echoed softly in the room, the two heard the door simultaneously open.

Eri and Sean froze in shock. Neither of them had expected Hibiki to arrive so quickly.

Panicking, the young man instinctively jumped and hid behind the nearest furniture he could find —

The couch in the living room.

“Hey, Mom. You’re still awake,” Hibiki remarked.

“Oh, uh, yeah. There were still… things to clean.” She held her legs closer, tightening up her already taut muscles while trying to look as natural as possible. If she wasn’t being careful, something could slip out….

“Let me help you,” he said before heading to the kitchen — right where he’ll undoubtedly see his best friend hiding if he simply looked to the left.

“No, honey!” she exclaimed, stopping him from crossing over the couch.

Sean held his breath as he lowered his head even further.

“Actually, yeah. Can you, um, grab something for me upstairs?”

Hibiki tilted his head.

“Sure. What is it?”

“Your, uh, dirty laundry. Yes.”

“We did laundry two days ago, Mom.”

“Oh. Y-yeah, I forgot about that.”

Eri cursed herself inwardly. She wasn’t used to hiding things from him. In fact, it felt extremely uncomfortable to do so.

Hibiki looked at her weird before chuckling.

“And you say I’m forgetful,” he said smugly.

Eri smiled stiffly before punching him in the shoulder. “Now, now. Don’t get cocky, boy.”

Her eyes suddenly widened. As if she had an epiphany, the mother proposed, “Oh, why don’t you teach me that game thing you guys were playing a while ago?”

“Mario Kart? Since when were you interested in games? You hated it when I asked for the Nintendo Switch.”

She chuckled nervously. “Changed my mind! Seeing as you guys have so much fun with it….”

The more he thought about it, the more Hibiki seemed excited. “I mean, sure. We could stay up all night. Yeah! That sounds great. Okay. I’ll set it up down here!” Without another word, he headed upstairs with a face full of excitement.

Eri felt a sudden pang of guilt, seeing her son’s enthusiasm with her hastily chosen lie.

She inwardly apologized to her son.

As soon as her son went up, Eri hastily urged Sean, “Go, go now!”

The young man climbed out from behind the couch and ran to the door.

Meanwhile, Eri followed behind him and checked for any signs of her son going down.

Swiftly opening the door, Sean was about to head out when he paused.

As if he forgot something, he skipped back to Eri before playfully groping her ass. She yelped at the sudden contact, turning her head abruptly in his direction, almost hitting his nose.

Before she could react further, he gave her a kiss on the side of her lips and whispered, “I’ll see you later, Eri. Next time, we’re going for two rounds.”

As if to drive his point further, he held up two fingers — indicating two like she was a child who needed explanation.

And he was gone.

Eri blankly closed the door behind her.

She sighed in relief. They made it out alive.

Like a warning alarm, her heart jumped out of her chest again when Hibiki’s footsteps sounded out.

“Mom? Are you going somewhere?”

She shook her head and lied — without stuttering this time, “Nope. I thought for sure someone was knocking. Maybe it’s those damn raccoons again.”

He nodded his head, carrying the promised console downstairs.

Eri went to the kitchen and drank some water.

“You look happy, Mom,” he said from across the living room while he set the console up.

“I do?” she asked.

“You’re smiling.”

She held the corners of her lips before she realized it.

She was happy. She felt giddy. She hasn’t felt like this about a guy since, well, forever.

That mischievous brat….

“Maybe I’m just excited to play,” she replied.

She’ll get him back for that — for sure. Perhaps during the next barbecue party.