Aya's grin was dark.
"The audience has spoken, Mom," she said. "You're up. Goshujin, show our guest to the couch."
I knew exactly what was going to happen.
As I got up, Aya leaned to me. "Fuck her brains out," she whispered. "You promised me!"
Yeah, yeah. I know.
I walked over to Emiko and held out my hand. She stared at it, then at the camera. The red 'Live' dot blinked impatiently.
"Stand up, Okaa-san," I said.
Aya tapped her finger on the folder with the paper Mom had signed earlier.
Emiko shifted in the chair.
I took her by the hand and led the three steps to the couch.
She sat down. I stood in front of her. Her knees were pressed together. She still tried to smooth the dress over her thighs.
Aya and Hina were watching me. Aya's eyes glared, Fuck her brains out. Hina's were more like, This is the most twisted show ever.
I put my hands on Emiko's knees.
"Spread them," I said.
She hesitated.
"Okaa-san!" I heard Aya's voice. Directing. Again.
I pulled Emiko's knees up and apart. The dress rode up her thighs. She whimpered.
I saw her panties. Grey cotton. I yanked them off.
Ching.
Ching.
I positioned myself.
"Wait…" Emiko muttered. "W-what about… a condom?"
I glanced at the camera. "Did you all hear that?"
"Yes," Aya replied, laughing. "The most stupid thing I've ever heard."
"Mom," Hina chimed in suddenly. "We don't use condoms in our house."
Aya snorted. "Especially on you." She scanned the chat. "Everyone agrees with that."
Again, exactly as I thought.
I lined up and pushed into Emiko. No prep.
She was completely dry.
I pushed in anyway.
Firmly.
Emiko whined. "Oh—"
Her body tensed, but I didn't stop.
I buried myself to the hilt. Her back arched off the couch.
"Ah!"
Ching.
ominimious: Perfect casting.
Salaryman_Zen:How tight is she? Looks like it hurts.
"She's just totally dry," I said.
VIP_K:[Tipped 20,000 Yen] Nice. Lube yourself up in her mouth.
"That's a good idea," Aya commented from her chair.
I pulled out. I lifted one foot onto the couch, lining up my cock against Emiko's mouth. She stared at it in disbelief.
What are you surprised about? Am I too big for you?
"Open wide," I told her.
"I-"
"Open." I put my hand on the back of her head.
Her lips trembled when she parted them. I thrust in.
She coughed. I kept moving. Saliva dribbled down her chin.
I paused, holding it deep for a second, then pulled out.
A thick string of spit connected her mouth to my cock.
"Good enough," Aya judged.
I stepped down and pushed back into her. This time, the thrust was smooth. Wet. Emiko's body jolted with the force.
I set a rhythm. Hard. Deep. Her body bounced with each impact.
But her moans changed. It wasn't pain and embarrassment any more. It was different. A low groan she couldn't control.
The chat saw it.
Big_Spender:She's getting into it. Look at her hips.
User_99:[Tipped 15,000 Yen] Yep, she bounces pretty nice. I want to see that ass of hers.
"New position," Aya instructed.
I pulled out, grabbed Emiko's hips, and flipped her over onto the floor next to the couch. She was clumsy, uncoordinated.
I positioned her on her hands and knees. Her face was flushed. Her dress was all the way above her waist. Ass exposed. Everything exposed.
I entered her from behind. The angle was deep. Too deep for her.
But good for me. I pounded her, crouching above her.
Oh yeah. It's really getting to her now.
Her body was responding strongly. Whether she wanted it to or not.
I could feel her getting wetter. Tightening around my cock.
"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, oh god—"
Her arms gave out. Her face pressed against the floor, her ass still high in the air.
I kept thrusting.
Her back arched. She let out a strangled cry. Her whole body seized up. A small spurt of fluid sprayed from her, onto the floor.
The chat went insane. A waterfall of tips.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
Tokyo_Ghost:A SQUIRT! Holy shit!
VIP_K:[Tipped 50,000 Yen] Leaky Mother! That's her name now! Leaky Mother!
Big_Spender: LEAKY MOTHER HAHAHAHA
"Leaky Mother," Aya repeated, her voice full of delight. "I like it. Goshujin, how are you enjoying it? Is she doing well?"
I knew what Aya wanted to hear.
"She's okay, I guess," I said, making sure I sounded completely unimpressed.
"I see what you mean," Aya narrated loudly for the audience. "After all, she made a mess, but she hasn't made Goshujin cum yet."
I nodded. "Exactly."
I pulled Emiko back up onto the couch, on her back again.
She was a dripping mess now. I spread her legs wide and slammed inside. She moaned, her eyes glazed but lewd.
I pumped into her, my hips slapping loudly. Only chimes of tips were louder than that.
She didn't bounce as much, but it didn't matter.
I was almost there.
A few more thrusts. Deep. Hard.
"Shit," I blurted and buried myself as deep as I could.
Mom moaned louder as I shot inside her. A hot, sticky flood. MORE!
My first fucking MILF!
I took a deep breath and flicked the hair out of my eyes.
"Alright," I said to myself. "I'm done."
Aya was already next to us, zooming in on Mom's pussy.
I pulled out slowly. A pearly white bead of cum was already leaking out, trailing down onto the couch.
"There you have it," Aya cooed into the mic. "The Casting Couch. Okaa-san's debut performance ends with the creampie. Okaa-san's first. A collector's item."
The tips exploded again. The goal bar flashed.
Aya kept the camera focused on the mess.
"Look at all this cum, Mom," she said, her voice cold. "You did okay for the first time. But you're not done yet."
Emiko's eyes flickered open. In confusion.
"Rule number one," Aya said, pointing the camera at Mom's face. "You're not done until the Master is satisfied. And you haven't cleaned him up yet."