The summer heat pressed down on the quiet neighborhood like a thick, wet blanket.
Cicadas screeched in waves. The air was heavy with humidity, and even the trees looked like they'd given up.
Inside his dim, fan-whirring home, Kenzou Igarashi, a 70-year-old widower, sat shirtless in his chair, sipping warm tea and trying not to melt. His skin was leathery from years of carpentry, his body sagging from age — but still solid. A man of habit. Of loneliness. Of long, slow nights filled with nothing but memories... and his own hand.
Until she moved in.
Ayaka Tanaka — 42, recently widowed, soft-spoken, and so fucking sexy it hurt.
She moved into the house next door just three months ago. Her husband died in a car accident last winter. She smiled politely when they first met. Bowed gently. Said she'd be living alone now, just her and her husband's ashes.
Kenzou had tried to keep his distance. She was young. Still grieving.
But damn it, those wide hips. That heavy, bouncing rack under her summer dresses.
He wasn't made of stone.
---
It was around 2 PM when it happened.
He stepped out onto his back porch to hang up a towel and noticed the window.
Her bathroom window. Slightly cracked. The curtains half-closed.
And there she was.
Ayaka. Naked.
Not accidentally naked either — completely bare, her body slick with water, her thick tits jiggling as she towel-dried her hair.
Kenzou froze.
His heart nearly exploded in his chest.
Her breasts… goddamn. Huge, natural, with heavy pink nipples that pointed slightly down from their sheer weight. Her waist flared into wide, fertile hips — and her thick thighs rubbed together as she shifted. He couldn't see her pussy clearly, but there was a shadow of trimmed black hair just above the slit.
And she wasn't moving fast. No, she was taking her time, drying slow, as if she didn't know… or maybe she did.
Kenzou's cock twitched in his boxers.
He gripped the porch railing, teeth clenched. His old heart thudded like a fucking drum.
"Jesus fucking Christ..." he muttered, stepping back inside, body on fire.
---
By 2:10 PM, he was already stroking his cock on the tatami floor.
His pants around his ankles, fan blowing weak air over his wrinkled balls, and Ayaka's glistening tits burned into his brain.
"Fucking hell... you goddamn tease…" he groaned, fisting his cock with slow, angry pumps.
It wasn't the first time he'd gotten horny over her, but this was different.
This wasn't imagining her under him, moaning softly.
This was real. He'd seen those heavy, bouncy tits. He'd seen the shape of her pussy, damp from the shower, not even bothering to close the curtains all the way.
"She wanted me to see..." he muttered, spit-slicking his hand and jerking faster.
He imagined those tits pressed to his chest. Her moaning voice saying:
"Kenzou-san… please fuck me… I'm so lonely…"
His old cock pulsed hard — and within minutes, thick, yellowish cum splattered onto the tatami.
He groaned low, hips shaking as he milked every drop, eyes half-rolled back.
God. Fucking. Damn.
---
The next day, something changed.
Ayaka greeted him on her porch with a brighter smile than usual.
"Good afternoon, Igarashi-san," she said, bowing gently. She was wearing a thin, tight T-shirt with no bra.
Her huge tits jiggled with the smallest movement, nipples poking through the fabric.
He could see the sweat rolling between her cleavage.
Kenzou swallowed hard.
"H-hello… Tanaka-san," he said, doing his best not to stare. But fuck, it was impossible.
They chatted lightly — weather, laundry, tomatoes. But every second, he felt it.
Her eyes. Her voice. That slight blush.
She knew.
And she liked it.
That night, he found a folded note in his mailbox. No envelope. Just a short message written on pale pink paper, with lipstick marks on the corner.
> "I'm sorry for yesterday. Did you see me? I hope you weren't… disappointed…"
– Ayaka ♡
Kenzou's cock nearly ripped through his shorts.
---
He didn't even wait. He knocked on her door at 9 PM.
Her eyes widened slightly when she opened it — not with fear, not with surprise — but with something darker. Something needy.
"I got your note," Kenzou said, voice rough, chest pounding.
Ayaka looked down, blushing furiously. "I… I didn't mean to be inappropriate, I just… I haven't been touched in so long. I thought maybe…"
"You were teasing me," he said gruffly. "Those tits of yours… you knew I could see 'em."
Her breath caught. She bit her lip. "I wanted you to look…"
She was trembling. Her body up close was even more perfect — thick thighs, motherly hips, and that heavy rack threatening to spill out of her thin shirt.
"Let me in," he said.
She nodded.
---
In seconds, the door shut behind them, and he pushed her back against the wall.
Her breath hitched as he grabbed her waist and squeezed her ass, hard.
"K-Kenzou-san…"
"Shut up," he growled. "You want this, right?"
She nodded frantically. "Yes. I've been dreaming about it—about your hands… your voice…"
"About my cock?" he said, pulling it out — already hard and heavy, veiny and thick for his age.
Her eyes widened. "It's… it's bigger than my husband's…"
"Good. Then take it."
---
He yanked up her shirt and her massive tits spilled free, nipples already stiff and begging to be sucked.
Kenzou latched onto one, groaning as his tongue swirled around the swollen pink bud.
Ayaka moaned.
"O-oh fuck… it's been so long…"
He dropped to his knees, shoving her panties aside and burying his face in her wet slit.
"F-fuck, Kenzou-san! That tongue—ahhhn!"
Her moans filled the hallway as he licked her pussy like a starving man. She tasted sweet and salty, already soaking for him. He slipped two fingers in, curling them just right, and she squirted onto his chin.
"Slutty widow," he growled. "You really wanted grandpa's cock this badly?"
"Yes! Yes, please—fuck me, Kenzou-san! I need it!"
He lifted her effortlessly, slamming her against the wall and plunging his cock deep inside her tight, needy pussy.
"Aaaahhh! It's so thick—fuck—your cock's stretching me out!"
He thrust slow, deep, claiming her body with every inch.
She wrapped her legs around him, moaning like a bitch in heat.
"You wanted this old cock, huh? You fucking wanted it?"
"Yes! Cum in me, I don't care—I want your baby!"
His balls slapped against her wet folds, thrusts faster, rougher, his breath ragged.
"Fucking… take it… take all my fucking cum, Ayaka!"
And with a growl, he slammed in deep and exploded inside her, flooding her womb with thick, old-man seed.
She moaned so loud it echoed down the hall.
---
When he pulled out, her legs were shaking. His cum dripped down her thighs, her pussy twitching from the raw pounding.
She looked up at him, face flushed, breathless.
"I… I want more…" she whispered. "Please don't stop…"
Kenzou smirked.
"Oh, you'll get more."