After forming a rough plan to get himself into Mrs. Hoshizawa's house and get her to become his next MILF lover, Renji found himself thinking of something he couldn't get off his mind.
It was Reina. The memory of her swallowing his cum, her slutty moans and her fat milfy ass pounding on his cock.
Just thinking about it had him grinning like a maniac.
But the problem was her parting words: "Rent's due in two weeks, no excuses."
It nagged at him. Even though he saw that she was still drawn to his cock before she left, he was worried that if he let her out of his sight for far too long, the effects would eventually fade and she would return to her senses.
He couldn't let that happen. Even the Milf Note had warned him that after the initial spell, it was up to him to keep his MILFs obsessed with him.
Renji quickly threw on a shirt and jeans, and tucked the Milf Note safely under his mattress. 'Time to test how much Mrs. Reina still craves this teenage dick.'
He trekked across the apartment complex to Reina's place, the morning sun beating down like it was judging his perverted ass.
Knocking on her door, he put on his best "good boy" face, though his cock twitched at the thought of her curvy body.
Reina answered, her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing a blue tank top and shorts that hugged her thick thighs. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and that familiar hungry spark. "Renji? What are you doing here?"
He scratched the back of his neck, faking guilt. "Uh, Mrs. Reina, I feel like a dick getting a two-week rent extension for just one day's chores. Let me do your chores for one more day."
Reina stared. "What?"
"Yeah. I can fix that leaky sink, clean the windows, whatever you need. That seems fair for a two week extension, right?"
His voice was smooth, but his eyes roamed her heavy tits, barely contained by the tank top, her nipples poking through like they remembered last night.
Reina's cheeks flushed, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. "That's… not necessary," she stammered, her voice shaky with that widow's guilt.
It was obvious that she knew what letting him in could lead to. Her pussy was already clenching at the memory of his cock stretching her, her throat still raw from swallowing his load.
"Come on, Mrs. Reina. I'll feel guilty like I ripped you off."
Reina wasn't stupid. She glared at him, knowing what he secretly wanted, and yet, she still stepped aside, letting him in. "Fine. Just… do the chores and leave."
Renji smirked, stepping into her tidy apartment, the air smelling of lavender and her lingering arousal.
"Yes. I'll only be doing the chores," he said, then grinned as she walked away with that fast ass grinding behind her. '...And doing you.'
The Milf Note's induced lust was still there; her letting him in was proof. He just had to make sure it remained and grew stronger.
So, once again, he got to work.
Scrubbing windows with exaggerated effort, fixing the sink while sneaking glances at her. Reina busied herself in the kitchen, trying to act normal, but her hands trembled as she chopped vegetables, her ass swaying in those tight shorts.
Just minutes later, Renji wandered into the kitchen, wiping sweat from his brow, and froze.
Reina stood at the stove, wearing a naughty fucking apron. That horny bitch! How could she wear something so sultry when he was in the house with her?!
It was white, frilly, barely covering her massive tits, and the hem rode up to show off her juicy thighs. Her shorts were gone, leaving just lacy black panties peeking out, her ass practically begging to be grabbed.
'There's no way this isn't an invitation!'
The sight hit Renji like a hentai panel, his cock rock-hard in seconds.
Suddenly, he appeared behind Reina, reaching to grab her fat cheeks.
"Mrs. Reina!" he growled. "Are you trying to kill me with that apron? Look at you, cooking like a proper MILF, but those panties say you want my dick again."
Reina gasped, looking over her shoulder, the spatula in her hand shaking. "Renji! What… what are you doing?!"
Her face was crimson, which meant she had nervously been waiting for him to enter the kitchen and find her.
Even looking over shoulder, the first thing her eyes darted to was his bulging jeans, her pussy was already dripping at the memory of his cock pounding her.
"I'm just cooking lunch… miso soup and grilled fish. You should eat and go." But her voice cracked, her thighs rubbing together, her nipples hardening under the apron.
Renji's hands finally grabbed her ass, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. "Eat? Oh, I'm gonna eat, Mrs. Reina, but not just the food."
He spun her around and yanked her against him, her tits pressing into his chest, the apron doing fuck-all to hide her curves.
"Isn't that why you're dressed like this? Because you wanted to rile me up so I'll make the first move!"
Reina shut her eyes. "That's not true. I was just hot! You're the one in my house."
Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but now, her hips were grounding against him, her pussy soaking through her panties.
"We can't do it again. I told you before! It's wrong… I'm a widow… old enough to be your mother…" Tears welled up, but her body arched into him, craving the taboo thrill.
"Then why are you trying to seduce me, you wicked slut!" Renji demanded, his hand sliding under the apron, his fingers slipping past her panties to stroke the slick folds of her cunt.
She moaned loudly, already craving it.
"You don't get to sample your big round, fleshy ass to a horny teenage boy and expect him not to take action!"
His cock pressed against her stomach and she could feel it.
"You can feel how hard I am, right?"
"Yesssssss." Reina's lips quivered, both hands placed above her head.
"Well it's your fault so you might as well take responsibility for it! Let's fuck right here, right now, while we eat your cute little lunch."
He grabbed a bowl of miso soup from the counter, setting it on the table, then shoved her back against it, her ass hitting the edge.
Reina moaned, her resolve crumbling as his fingers plunged into her, pumping fast, her juices splashing onto the floor.
"Ohhh! Renji… we shouldn't… please stop so I can stop wanting it!" She gripped the table, her tits bouncing under the apron, the frilly fabric sliding up to expose her hard nipples.
Renji narrowed his eyes. "How shameless. You're the older one and you want me to take charge? Why don't you stop being a slut on your own!"
He fingered her faster. Faster. Faster. "Either you stop it or you confess that you want me to fuck you! Tell me, Mrs Reina!"
Reina's head snapped back, her senses fried from the ruthless thrusts of two masculine fingers inside her wet cockpit. She couldn't even smell her food anymore, the stench of her horny pussy filled everywhere.
"Fuck me…" she mumbled, not able to take it anymore. "Take my pussy and fuck it as you please! I need it!"
Renji ripped her panties off, tossing them aside like trash, and yanked down his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and veined, precum dripping.
"That's my pervert landlady," he taunted, grabbing a piece of grilled fish and smearing it across her lips, making her lick it off like a slut.
"Eat this while I eat you out, then I'm gonna fuck you stupid." He dropped to his knees, burying his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit like a starved dog, her juices coating his chin as she screamed.
"Renji! Ohhh fuck!" Reina's legs shook, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper as her hips bucked against his mouth. Her pussy gushed, squirting onto his tongue, the kitchen floor a wet mess.
"I'm… I'm cumming already!" Her orgasm hit like a hentai explosion, her body convulsing, tits bouncing wildly as she sprayed his face with her juices.
Renji stood, licking his lips, his cock throbbing. "You almost drenched me, Mrs Reina."
Reina bit her lips nervously. "I'm… sorry."
"It's fine," he smiled almost innocently. "But it's finally time that I fucked you."
Reina got hot with excitement.
He spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table, her ass up, the apron riding up to expose her dripping cunt.
He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing, red handprints blooming on her pale skin. "Beg for it, you slutty widow. Tell me you want this young cock forever."
"Yes! Fuck me, Renji!" Reina sobbed, her voice a mix of shame and raw need, her pussy clenching at nothing.
"I don't care anymore… I'm your pervert MILF! Fuck me with that young cock, make me yours!"
Her words were pure lust, her loneliness and guilt finally shattered, replaced by a cock-hungry woman ready to submit.
Renji grinned with victory. He couldn't believe that he had even been worried earlier, there was no way a lonely slut like Mrs. Reina would ever stop wanting his young hard cock.
And so they fucked throughout the afternoon. He pounded her like a caveman, her juices squirted with every thrust, soaking his balls, the kitchen a mess of cum and sweat.
After a round, they would eat the meal together before another round. Then they would rest again, Reina sucking his cock as he munched on fish.
After multiple rounds, at the sixth, Renji was ready for his final release.
"Ohhh! Renji! Deeper!" Reina wailed, her tits smushed against the table, her nails scratching the wood as her second orgasm hit, her pussy milking his cock like a vice.
"Cum inside me! Fill me up!" Her body shook, drool leaking from her mouth, her apron now a cum-stained rag.
Renji pounded as he neared orgasm. "With this release, I'm certainly going to get you pregnant, Mrs. Reina."
"Noooooooo," Reina cried in lust.
Renji roared, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy, leaking out around his shaft in a messy squelch.
Reina collapsed on the counter, panting helplessly, tongue stuck out, slime oozing out every hole on her face, eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Thank…. youuuu… for fucking me," she mumbled hypnotically. "... Please let's do it whenever you like."
Renji gazed down at his handiwork and grinned.