Yuta was completely frozen beneath Hina, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. His cock was still buried halfway inside her tight, cum-filled pussy from earlier, the condom stretched tight and shiny with her juices. He could feel every flutter of her inner walls around the latex. Hina was moaning into his mouth, kissing him hungrily, her heavy tits pressed against his chest. But now her mother stood right there at the foot of the bed, staring at them with that same dark, satisfied smile. The air felt thick, heavy, like the whole house was holding its breath.
"What… what the fuck is happening?!" Yuta finally managed, voice cracking, his well-mannered politeness cracking under the shock. "Hina… this is your mother… she's watching us… why is she letting this happen?!"
Hina didn't stop kissing him. Her dark eyes never left her mother's face. She just smiled against his lips, grinding her hips down so the condom slid even deeper inside her.
