A cool Saturday evening
Kenta pedaled his trusty bike to Hitomi's house for the first time, delivering class notes she'd missed after being out sick with a cold all day. He secretly pictured her in that thin nightgown he'd once glimpsed, and just wanted to check if she was feeling better.
Hitomi's cute little Scandinavian-style house looked warm and inviting. The nameplate out front read "Tsuzumura" in bold letters. Kenta had done his homework—this place was close to school, a mere fifteen-minute walk from his own house.
He rang the doorbell, nerves tingling. Hitomi had always forbidden him from coming anywhere near her home, but this was just a quick drop-off requested by her classmates. Shouldn't be a problem, right?
Two rings, no answer. He was about to stuff the papers in the mailbox and leave when—thud thud thud!—footsteps pounded down the stairs inside.
The door flew open. Hitomi appeared, sleepy-eyed and adorable, hair slightly mussed from sleep, cheeks flushed, eyes red from the cold.
"Hey, Kenta… what's up?"
Her voice was groggy but trembling slightly.
"Just dropping off the notes your friends asked me to bring. Still sick?"
Kenta asked with genuine concern. Hitomi stood there in a flimsy nightgown, the thin fabric gaping open, her H-cup breasts proudly on display—no bra. Pale pink nipples peeked just above the edge of the cloth. Blood rushed south instantly.
He jerked his gaze away, cheeks burning, heart racing with deep, guilty excitement.
"Uh, yeah… fever's down. I should be good for school tomorrow. Why didn't you text first?" She blushed, embarrassed.
"Sorry, wanted to surprise you." Kenta grinned.
Hitomi's face flushed deeper—happy yet flustered that he'd shown up unannounced.
"Sorry, I know you told me not to come here. Really didn't mean to bother you." Kenta admitted, feeling bad.
"No, no—I'm glad you came! I wanted you to come up to my room and… hang out a bit, but Mom'll be back soon…" Hitomi hesitated, voice laced with fear.
Kenta noticed—she really didn't want him meeting her mom.
"Don't worry, I'll head home. Just happy to see you." He said kindly.
"I'm sorry, but… just… come inside for a sec." Hitomi slipped on thin slippers and yanked him in, slamming the door behind them.
The house was warm and cozy. Kenta pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. Lips crashed, tongues tangled, saliva dripping messily. His heart soared—pure bliss.
He felt the heat of her soft lips grinding against his, her tongue slithering around his like she was tasting hidden sweetness. Their mouths pressed hard, devouring each other.
Kenta sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling gently. Hitomi moaned softly. His tongue plunged deep, exploring every corner, swapping thick strands of saliva that slid down their throats. Their hot breaths mingled until they were one.
She dug her nails into his back through his shirt as he pinned her against the wall. The kiss stretched on, time frozen, pent-up hunger exploding. Her lips were soft but scorching—she nipped back teasingly, tongues battling for dominance. Saliva trickled down her chin, making her face slick and feverish.
His hands slid down, cupping her round ass through the thin nightgown. Fingers sank into plush, elastic flesh, feeling the radiant heat of her smooth skin. Hitomi whimpered into his neck, body trembling.
"No… if you do that, I'll… get wet…" Her sweet voice quivered. She felt the slickness already seeping between her thighs.
"I just want one more minute of kissing before I go. Let me feel that soft ass of yours." Kenta teased, squeezing lightly. She arched closer.
"Just a sec, okay?" Hitomi whispered shyly.
She felt his hardness pressing against her belly through his pants. Kenta slipped a hand under the nightgown, caressing her bare, warm ass. His fingers traced the smooth cleft. Her hand stroked the bulge in his crotch.
Fingertips pressed the swelling shaft. She slowly unzipped him, sliding her hand inside to grip the hot, throbbing flesh. A gentle squeeze drew a groan from Kenta. For a moment, the world vanished.
Her juices dripped down her inner thighs as his fingers dipped lower, brushing her sensitive spot.
But then—CREAK! The front door swung open. They jolted apart in panic.
A woman with short, vibrantly dyed blonde hair stepped in, wearing a tight red dress that hugged every lethal curve. Her body screamed raw sex appeal.
Flawless pale skin. Breasts massive—easily J-cups, dwarfing even Hitomi's H-cups. The deep neckline barely contained them, cleavage spilling out like an invitation. She paused, eyeing Kenta and Hitomi locked in an embrace, a sly, seductive smile curling her lips.
"Oh my god, I saw a boy's bike with a school bag outside. I knew something was up."
Honami teased, voice playful. Her gaze raked over Kenta. Hitomi's face went crimson with shock.
"Hitomi's boyfriend? Nice to meet you—I'm her mom, Honami." She extended a hand, smile youthful and adorable—impossible to believe she had a daughter. Honami's face radiated mature, smoldering allure, utterly different from Hitomi's.
Her dyed blonde hair stood out. Kenta felt a strange familiarity but couldn't place it. "Hey, Mom—why are you dressed up like that today?"
Hitomi blurted, desperate to redirect.
"Special photoshoot, sweetie." Honami replied with a mischievous grin, eyes lingering on Kenta—then dropping pointedly to the slight bulge still tenting his pants.
Hitomi rushed, "This is my boyfriend, Kenta. He just dropped off notes. I'll thank him and send him home—thanks, Kenta, see you at school tomorrow!"
Her eyes pleaded: Leave now—don't stay!
Honami smiled sweetly, ignoring her. "That's no way to treat a guest who came all this way. I'll make tea. Hitomi, go rest upstairs."
"Uh, I—" Hitomi tried to protest.
"No arguing. Even if you skipped school, you need rest." Honami cut in firmly.
"But I—"
"Upstairs. Now." Honami's tone was gentle but final. Hitomi retreated upstairs with a wary glance. Kenta stood awkward and confused.
Honami sat close—too close—and smiled like she had a plan. She crossed her legs; the hem of her dress rode high, flashing smooth thighs and a glimpse of red lace panties.
"Sorry my daughter's like that. She'll always need you looking after her, huh?"
"N-No, I'm the one who's always taken care of." Kenta replied politely, heart pounding at this insanely sexy MILF.
"Come on in. If I keep you too long, Hitomi might get jealous." Honami laughed sweetly.
"At least let me welcome you with some tea…" She leaned in, her massive breasts pressing firmly against his arm—soft, warm, and unmistakably real. The air thickened with magnetic tension.
"She never introduced me, so I wasn't sure you were real. But if he's as sweet and cute as you… I wish I'd met you sooner."
"I'm not cute…" Kenta mumbled.
"Maybe mom and daughter have similar tastes…" Honami's eyes sparkled. She placed a hand on his thigh, pressing lightly—testing.
"So… have you and Hitomi… done it yet?" Kenta nearly choked on his tea.
"Uh… well…"
"Oh, that reaction—hahaha! Thank you. I hope a sincere, good guy like you was her first."
Honami crossed her arms under her chest, making her breasts bounce slightly.
She licked her lips slowly, as if imagining the scene. "So where do you two do it? Your place? Karaoke bar?"
"Uh, that's—"
"Let me guess—anywhere with opportunity and secrecy, right?" Honami laughed, pulling out her phone and leaning closer.
Kenta caught her perfume mixed with her natural sweet scent—his pulse raced. "Let's exchange contacts." She said seriously, eyes searching.
Her fingers trailed up his arm, tracing muscle. "From now on, I'll be out whenever you and Hitomi need… private time. No more hiding, right?"
Kenta blinked, stunned.
"Uh, wouldn't Hitomi contacting you be better?"
"Oh, no." Honami corrected calmly.
"This is me giving you permission to use this house like a love hotel." She scooted even closer, her scent enveloping him.
She leaned in, whispering hot against his ear: "Imagine… you and Hitomi, naked in this house, no interruptions… or maybe I'd be watching from the shadows."
"Of course, I'll keep this our little secret from Hitomi. Deal?"
"Y-Yeah, but… something like that…"
"Don't worry. If things go well, we'll be family officially. It's not weird for a boyfriend and his girlfriend's mom to stay in touch, right?" Honami smirked slyly.
She forced Kenta to add her on LINE, entering her number into his phone herself. As she did, she pressed against him deliberately—her huge, soft breasts squishing into his arm, nipples faintly hard from the thrill.
That night — a call from Hitomi
Kenta's phone rang. Hitomi's voice was tense.
"Kenta… did my mom say or do anything weird? Everything okay?"
Kenta forced a calm reply.
"Nothing weird, Hitomi. All good."
But deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.
And whatever secret Hitomi was hiding…
…it was about to drag him into dangerous, irresistible territory.