I took my sweet time after the shower. I relaxed in Aya's room, staring at the ceiling, then looked out the window.
The view was crap. Dilapidated apartment buildings and a narrow street.
Aya is right: the sooner we move to Tokyo, the better.
It was funny that the view had never bothered me—until now.
Until I could imagine a different life. A much better one.
Money, money, money. Fucking money…
When I got back to the kitchen, the sun had already set.
The apartment was back to the new normal. The stream normal. Mysterious. Lewd. Unexpected.
I sat at the kitchen table and scanned the living room. It was all the same space, one bleeding into the other.
In the middle of the living room was a chair. Camera not far away.
Aya setting things up.
"Ah, there you are," she said when she saw me. "We're almost ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"The stream." Aya came over and squeezed my hand. "And you should be ready for anything, alright? I count on you. I'm serious."
I'm sure you are serious.
"Of course," I said.
Hina appeared from her room, and Aya let go of me. "It's really important to me," she added.
"Okay, okay."
"And call my mom by her name, alright? Emiko."
"Alright."
Aya checked the clock. "Speaking of…" She turned to the hallway and raised her voice. "Mom! Where are you?"
I glanced at Hina. She had also showered and changed. She had an elegant sweater on. No more Aya's old shirt crap.
Slim. Elegant. Shy. Simply dynamite!
I heard Emiko's steps.
Wow.
I didn't expect that.
She was wearing a short summer dress. Light fabric. Thin.
Short and tight.
You could see almost all of her legs. Emiko was definitely more built than her daughters. Curves. Fuller hips. Rounder ass. Heavy chest below the deep neckline.
She looked humiliated.
But she also looked... pretty damn good.
Aya must've read my mind, because she smirked.
"That's right," she murmured.
"Aya," Emiko said, trying to pull the hem of the dress lower. Her voice small. "I can't—"
"You can," Aya interrupted. "And you will."
She turned to me. All business now.
"Let me bring you all up to speed," she said. "Tonight's stream is a homecoming special. I'll introduce Mom to our viewers, and she's going to tell them about her photos. The ones she took with Dad."
I looked at Emiko. Her face was frazzled.
And still flushed from all that sake.
"Really?" Hina asked.
"Yup," Aya nodded. "This is the kind of spice that the audience will simply lap up. So Mom's going to answer my questions in every dirty detail. Right, Mom?"
Emiko didn't answer right away.
"Right?" Aya repeated. Sharper.
Emiko nodded. "Yes."
Aya smiled. Satisfied.
"Good. Then sit." She gestured to the chair.
Emiko walked over. Almost tripped. Tipsy from all the sake. She sat down slowly. Like she was afraid to miss the seat. The dress rode even higher on her thighs.
She tried to pull it down again.
No use.
Aya checked the camera. Adjusted it slightly.
"Perfect," she said.
She looked at Hina. "You two can sit at the table. I'll do the intro and conduct the interview. Just sit back and enjoy the show."
Hina sat across the table from me. Trembling slightly. Glanced at me. Like asking. Is this really happening?
Oh yeah. It was really happening.
I could tell Aya was going to make it as embarrassing for her mom as she could.
The sweetest revenge waits for its moment.
Aya was already in the chat. Typing and grinning.
"The audience really wants to meet a new guest," she chuckled. "They are trying to guess who that is."
She started the stream. "Well, they're about to find out."
Aya stood in the frame. Smiling.
"Good evening, everyone," she said. Her voice warm. Calm. Professional. "Thank you for joining us again tonight. I see you missed us already. We missed you too!" She waved flirtingly. "As a reward for your loyalty, we have a very special stream for you tonight."
She stepped aside, revealing the chair.
"Meet our mother," Aya said simply.
The chat message sounds blared nonstop.
SalarymanZen:HOLY SHIT!
MoneyClip:For real? Their real mom?!
DarkDesire:MOTHER??? Just look at those curves.
GoldenBoy:[Tipped 50,000 Yen] Insane! Hello, Mom!
"Our mother, Okaa-san, has decided to share with you some of her experience and wisdom," Aya continued. "Her... past hobbies. And preferences."
Emiko sat still, staring at the camera like a deer in headlights.
"Alright, Okaa-san," Aya prompted. "Say hello to our viewers."
Emiko blinked, as if she just woke up.
She nodded. "Good evening."
Aya smiled. "Now, tell them about the photos you liked taking with your husband."
Silence.
"Okaa-san," Aya said. Warning in her voice.
Emiko swallowed hard.
"When I was younger," she began. "My husband and I... we used to take private photos..."
"What kind were they?"
"Intimate ones," Emiko said.
"Be specific."
Emiko closed her eyes. "Naked photos."
User_99: Ah! Now we know where the daughters got their genes.
TokyoWolf:[Tipped 30,000 Yen] Keep going!
"And what would you do in these photos?" Aya asked.
Emiko's face twitched.
"I would... pose. With my husband. In... various positions."
"Like what?"
"Kneeling," Emiko muttered. "While he... while his..."
"While his cock was in your mouth?" Aya finished for her.
Emiko nodded.
"Say it," Aya commanded.
"Yes," Emiko said. "While his cock was in my mouth."
The tips kept flooding in.
Aya was relishing the moment.
"And did you enjoy it?" she asked. Sweet. Innocent.
Emiko hesitated.
"Did you enjoy sucking Dad's cock?" Aya repeated.
"Yes," Emiko admitted. A little quiet, but clear.
"How much? On a scale of one to ten?"
"I... I don't..."
"Answer the question, Mom."
"Nine," Emiko sighed. "Maybe... maybe ten."
"And what about the picture of his cum all over your face?" Aya continued. "Did you like his cum on your face or in your mouth more?"
Emiko blinked a few times again. Like it was a very hard choice.
"I guess—both."
"Which one did you like better? Pick one."
"In my mouth," Emiko blurted. Without thinking. She goggled, surprised.
Aya turned to the camera. Triumphant.
"Did you hear that?" she asked the viewers. "She's a natural. A bit of a slut, aren't you, Okaa-san?"
Aya started typing.
"Alright, everyone," she said. "It's time to vote. Pick an activity for Okaa-san for tonight. Pay and vote!"
She started the fan vote and looked at me. With a smirk.
She seemed satisfied with her revenge so far.
It was unfolding as planned. I'm sure she had a plan.
Aya always does.
The results came back.
Aya's smile widened.
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