Meeting Alex again left Tsubaki Miyajima's heart in a state of deep conflict. Carrying out such an affair made her feel like a truly wicked woman, but she could no longer suppress her true feelings, nor could she restrain the burning desires of her heart and body.
In truth, Tsubaki's libido had grown increasingly extreme over the past few days. It was manageable while she was busy with chores, but as soon as the house went quiet at night, she couldn't control her surging lust, repeatedly using her fingers to find some relief.
She felt nothing for her husband anymore—if she did, she wouldn't have insisted on separate rooms. More than that, Tsubaki didn't want to go to him. Her mind was entirely occupied by Alex. After all, his size was simply overwhelming; the sexual experience he provided was something she could never forget. That feeling of drifting between life and death had made her completely dependent on that little brat.
When she saw Alex at the door, her shock was quickly overtaken by intense anticipation and joy. Without realizing it, her heart had fallen; not just her body, but her very soul had been captured by this boy. While trying to steady her trembling legs, she stepped into her bedroom, only to feel a pair of powerful arms wrap around her from behind.
The boy, radiating a thick scent of masculinity, held her tight, his hands squeezing and kneading her heavy breasts. Her long-neglected body finally received the touch it craved, and the sensation of her nipples being toyed with so wantonly nearly made Tsubaki faint. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
"Wait, Alex... the door... the door isn't... closed... ah~~!"
Alex didn't close the door, nor did he release the moaning, gasping MILF. He continued to knead her breasts with force, manipulating her flesh as if he intended to break this mature, sexy woman right then and there. This fierce foreplay left Tsubaki barely able to stand; she was drowning in wave after wave of intense pleasure. Despite her weak protests, her body was utterly infatuated with him.
"There's no need to close it," Alex whispered into the ear of the beautiful housewife, blowing a hot breath that sent shivers down her spine. "Even if your husband finds out, it doesn't matter. He'll act like he didn't see a thing."
"But... but... Alex," hearing him say it only intensified her guilt and shame. Her voice took on a tearful quality. "Stop talking like that... stop humiliating me—ah!"
Before she could finish, Alex pulled her panties aside and thrust directly into her.
Tight, wet, and burning...
Even without formal foreplay, she was already soaked through. Alex slid in smoothly without a hint of resistance. As soon as he was inside, he was enveloped by her tight, pulsing walls. Her long-starved honey-pot welcomed its long-lost master, the muscles contracting joyfully to clamp down on his rod, refusing to let him leave.
"Hiss, Mrs. Miyajima... you're gripping me so tight. It's so narrow in here I can't even pull out," Alex said, his hands roaming freely inside her clothes, sliding over her plump curves.
As for Tsubaki, she realized with a sense of tragedy that despite her shame and guilt, the moment Alex filled her, nothing else mattered. Her husband was forgotten. There was only pleasure, ecstasy, and the happiness of being with Alex. I must be truly sick, she thought.
"Mmm, it's in... so deep, so good... you're hitting the very back... wait, Alex, no... too deep... you're going into my womb..." The disheveled MILF began to moan wantonly. The door was still open, and Alex was certain Mr. Miyajima could hear his wife's cries. But under his hypnotic influence, the man wouldn't think anything was wrong.
"It only feels good if I hit the womb, Tsubaki. Tell me, do you like it this deep?"
"I like it... I love it~"
"Such a lewd auntie, your cervix is sucking on me so hard," Alex teased. The room was filled with the slapping sound of his impacts and the splashing of fluids. Tsubaki leaned over the bed, her perky buttocks arched high like a little slut being drained, letting out cries of pure joy.
"Alex... please, stop... ugh~ you just love to insult me~"
She was completely submerged in the ultimate climax. Every thrust felt like it was knocking the soul out of her body. Her honey-pot spasmed violently with every plunge. This "heavenly" pleasure was addictive and inescapable.
"This isn't an insult; it's called 'foreplay,' Tsubaki," Alex joked while thrusting like a jackhammer. He pressed her mature, alluring body down onto the bed, his weight crushing her snowy breasts as their bodies ground together without a single gap between them.
After a few minutes of intense friction and squeezing, Tsubaki's body suddenly stiffened. Her juices flooded out in a massive surge, and her pussy tightened and twitched so hard that Alex gasped for breath. He knew she had reached her peak.
Alex didn't stop, but his movements became gentler. He ground his head against her hyper-sensitive cervix, savoring the aftermath of her climax. "Mrs. Miyajima, you're my woman now. Your body, your heart... everything belongs to me. Not even your husband can take you away."
"Alex..."
Being caressed so tenderly and claimed so dominantly by a boy the same age as her daughter made the MILF's heart skip a beat. She turned her head slightly to join her lips with his in a deep, wet kiss. They entwined their tongues for a long time before pulling apart, a silver thread of saliva connecting them. Tsubaki's eyes were literally glowing with hearts as she gazed at him.
"Yes... I am your woman. I am Alex's property... Alex, come inside... shoot into me, into my womb," Tsubaki pleaded, lifting her hips high, her snowy body arching into a lewd bow covered in his love marks.
"I want it... my womb wants Alex's seed," she moaned, her hunger for his essence driving her to make a desperate invitation. "I want to have Alex's baby... please, shoot it all in—!"
Alex felt her pussy tighten even further, pulsing with a life of its own as it begged for his cream. Under that intense suction, he couldn't hold back. He bottomed out deep inside her belly and erupted, jetting his hot essence directly into her womb.
As if receiving holy water, her tender cervix began a frantic series of contractions, sucking and absorbing every drop of the boy's semen until her womb was filled to the brim, making her lower belly swell slightly.
Tsubaki was finally satisfied, collapsing onto the bed and panting heavily. Her massive breasts were flattened against the sheets, and her milky skin was covered in the marks of Alex's grip. The air was thick with the scent of sex.
After catching her breath, Tsubaki looked back at the boy lying beside her. His hot, heavy rod was still buried inside her. Before she could speak, Alex captured her lips again. She closed her eyes, savoring the post-coital kiss. When he moved down to bury his face in her breasts, she reached out to pull his head closer to her chest.
"Alex, you really are... just like a child," she sighed. It was hard to believe this "boy" was more terrifying than any grown man. His raw power and explosive impact had left her utterly hooked.
"Alex, I... I'm still a little scared..."
"Scared of what? Your husband?" Alex asked, his voice muffled as he suckled on her pink nipple. "With me here, there's nothing to fear. No matter what happens, you are already mine."
"Oh, you're the death of me," Tsubaki whispered, stroking his face. "I know. I... I don't plan on leaving you."
Just then, the sound of voices came from outside. Tsubaki froze. Before she could process it, Alex, still toying with her breasts, spoke up. "Someone's here, Tsubaki. I think it's your daughter."
"What?"
Sakura?! How could it be? She was supposed to be at kendo practice! Why was she home?
"Wait! Alex—Sakura can't see us like this—!"
The panicked mother tried to hide him, but Alex pinned her back down. "It's fine. It might even be more exciting if she sees." He had known Sakura was back, and he had no intention of hiding it. He was looking forward to her reaction.
"No... stop..." Tsubaki was terrified, but as Alex gave her a few more deep thrusts, her strength evaporated. She lay limply on the bed, forced to endure his ministrations as the footsteps drew closer. Her body was a wreck of fear, tension, and a bone-deep thrill that made her pussy twitch.
"Mom? I'm back to grab some clothes. Kendo camp starts today and..."
The words died in her throat. Standing in the doorway, the kendo club captain froze. She was absolutely shattered by the scene before her: her mother, looking wanton and debauched, was pinned to the bed moaning, while a naked boy was pounding her from behind.
Slap, slap, slap, slap—
Sakura was stunned. "You! You two—!"
Wait... that boy looks familiar.
"Alex?!!"
"Huh?" Now it was Tsubaki's turn to be confused. Sakura knows Alex?
"Hey, Senior. Long time no see."
Alex flashed a grin, but his thrusting only got faster. So tight, so intense... the Senior is watching right there... I'm going to blow—!
"Ugh!!!"
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Sakura stood there, paralyzed, watching with her own eyes as the boy she liked finished inside her mother.