"Don't let a single drop go to waste, Leaky Mother," Aya murmured, holding the camera close.
My cock was deep inside Emiko's mouth, her fingers wrapped around the base. Jittery. Fumbling.
Emiko's mouth gurgled. Her eyes darted to her daughter.
Are you trying to wiggle out of it? I don't think that's going to happen.
Aya watched like an eagle.
Emiko understood. She had to swallow. Her throat strained. Each gulp was a small battle against her reflexes.
"Now, Okaa-san," Aya said brightly when I pulled out. She was far from done. "Time for the post-audition interview."
Emiko sighed. Exhausted.
"Tell our viewers," Aya continued. "How did you like the audition?"
Silence.
Emiko's mouth opened. Closed. Eyelashes batted.
"Okaa-san," Aya prompted.
"I..." Emiko's voice was hoarse. "I... enjoyed it..."
The chat lit up.
User_99:She ENJOYED it???
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VIP_K:[Tipped 10,000 Yen] Let's admit it: we all knew she would love the Master's cock.
"What was your favorite part?" Aya asked. Sweet like honey. Curious.
Emiko hesitated. Her eyes darted around again.
"Faster, Mom," Aya snapped. "The audience is waiting."
"I guess..." Emiko swallowed hard. "The doggie..."
Aya giggled.
"Did you hear that, everyone?" she said to the camera. "Leaky Mother's favorite position is doggy style."
Aya turned the camera to the wet spot on the floor. Pointed at it.
"Are you surprised?" she asked. "I'm not. That's the position where Okaa-san made this mess. She must've really enjoyed it. I knew she was a natural slut underneath that motherly exterior."
TokyoWolf:LEAKY MOTHER HAHAHA
BigSpender:Such a fitting nickname :)
GoldenBoy:[Tipped 20,000 Yen] Thank you for this stream!
Aya turned back to the camera.
"Thank you all for joining us tonight," she said. "This was a very special homecoming episode. And trust me—there's much more to come."
She blew a kiss.
With that, the stream ended.
Aya put the camera on the table and walked over to her mother.
Held out her hand.
"Your phone," she said.
Emiko blinked. "What?"
"I said, your phone, Mom."
Mom still doesn't get it, does she? Doesn't she know her daughter at all?
"Why?"
Aya frowned. "Because I said so."
Emiko's hand moved. Slow. Hesitant.
"It's over there, on the counter."
Aya went to the kitchen and grabbed the phone.
"You don't need distractions," she said with a smirk. She slipped the phone into her pocket. "I'll keep it."
Emiko just sat there. Head down. Resignation written all over her.
Eventually, she got up. Wobbling. She headed toward her bedroom.
"Where are you going?" Aya called out.
Emiko stopped.
"To... to my room," she said quietly.
Aya shook her head.
"That's not your room anymore," she said. "That's our room now. The three of us sleep in that bed."
Aya walked to the closet. She pulled out something from the bottom shelf. A thin futon. Old. Worn.
She took it to mom's bedroom and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.
"That's yours," Aya said. "You'll sleep there. Next to the bed. In case we need anything during the night."
Emiko stared at the futon. Horror spreading across her face.
"Aya, please—"
"Go clean yourself up," Aya interrupted. "You're a mess."
Emiko didn't argue. She turned and hurried to the bathroom.
I heard water start running.
Aya looked back at me and smiled. Ear to ear. Very satisfied.
"It all went just as you planned," I said. I didn't need to ask. It was obvious.
"Of course," Aya said. She came over and kissed me. "Every single detail. Thanks for your help."
We were getting ready for bed in the former "Mom's bedroom." Now just "the bedroom."
Aya and Hina had changed into pajamas. But not your usual kind. Their pajamas were too short to be worn just for comfort. They were for me to look at.
Emiko appeared in the doorway. Wearing a plain long nightgown. She glanced at her futon, laying on the floor beside the bed.
"Mom," Aya called.
"Yes?" Emiko said quietly.
Aya pointed to the corner. The same corner where her mom used to make her kneel. Right across from the closet where Aya had found the box.
"Go kneel over there," Aya said. "Face the wall."
Emiko's eyes widened. "What?"
"You heard me. That corner. Kneel."
Emiko looked at me. Like I was her only hope.
Don't look at me. This is your family business. I wasn't there when you educated your daughter.
Emiko gave up and slowly walked to the corner. Turned to face the wall and got on her knees.
Aya smiled.
"Perfect," she said.
She climbed into bed and pulled me down with her.
Hina hesitated, glancing at her mother's back. Then joined us.
"Don't turn around, Mom," Aya said. Her voice light. Almost playful. "We don't want you to distract us."
Then she kissed me.
Deep. Hungry.
Her hands were already working. Pulling off my clothes. Then her bottoms.
Hina was watching from her spot. Jealous. Uncertain.
"Come here, sis," Aya said. Pulling her close.
Aya started kissing Hina. Passionately.
She was more aggressive than usual. More vocal.
She wanted her mother to hear every sound. Every moan. Every gasp.
When I entered Aya, she cried out. Loud. Theatrical.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Just like that!"
Her eyes constantly returned to her mother's back. The humiliated, powerless figure in the corner.
Exactly the way Aya used to be.
It was too much for Aya.
Revenge. Control. Power.
She simply exploded from all these emotions mixing inside her.
"FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs with she came. Harder than I'd ever seen.
Her whole body was shaking. Screaming. Ready to fly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
She crashed onto the bed, completely drained of energy. Emptied.
I switched to Hina. She was quieter. More hesitant with her mother in the same room.
But Aya encouraged her. "Don't hold back, sis. Let her hear."
Hina moaned. Shy admission of pleasure. High, tentative.
Just the way I liked it.
I sped up and we came together.
I kept shooting inside Hina, and she kept moaning in a soft, weak voice, driving me crazy.
I can't get enough of her sexy moans.
When I pulled out, Hina shuddered one more time. She grabbed my hand, as if I was going to get up and leave.
Such a silly girl.
The three of us lay next to each other. Catching our breath.
"Mom," Aya exclaimed suddenly. "What are you waiting for? We need cleanup."
A pause.
Then Emiko turned around, her face red.
But she slowly stood up and walked over, her legs ignoring her and folding under her at random.
"Start with me," Aya barked.
Emiko leaned over. Hesitant. Trembling.
I watched as she started licking.
Aya lay back. Eyes closed. Enjoying every second.
"Too slow," Aya snorted. "You need practice. Now do Hina."
Emiko blushed and started cleaning my cum from Hina's pussy.
Now, that's hot. My girlfriend's mom licking my cum out of my girlfriend's sister. Ah! Now that's what I call irony.
Hina whimpered. She didn't look comfortable. But she didn't stop Emiko either. She just squeezed my hand harder.
"You're terrible at this, Mom," Aya said. "Do it better!"
Emiko worked faster, desperately moving her head in circles.
"Are you done yet?" Aya asked. "Then clean Kaito."
Emiko moved over. She didn't look me in the eye.
Her tongue was hot and wet. To be honest, she wasn't terrible. She was getting a hang of it.
Aya pushed her away.
"That's enough for tonight," she said. "But keep in mind, Mom—you're on probation."
Emiko wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Probation?" she whispered.
Aya nodded. "That's right. Don't mess anything up. Especially when you're on camera." She gestured to the futon on the floor. "And now go to sleep. I'm really tired."
Emiko crawled to the futon. Aya stretched with a sweet yawn. Warm. Comfortable. Satisfied.
Hina cuddled up to me from the other side, her legs wrapped around one of mine under the blanket.
I yawned too. That was some day.
And this bedroom was some messed up bedroom.