"Hmm?" The wife of Souichirou Takagi hesitated, unable to catch the end of Takashi's murmured request.
"Come now, Takashi, don't be shy. Tell me what you really want. It won't be a problem."
"Yuriko-san," he spoke firmly, without hesitation, and stated exactly what he desired from her.
"I want to have sex with you."
"Eh?!" she shrieked in surprise.
"What did you say?!"
For a split second, she thought it was a cruel joke on Takashi's part. But it was anything but. He was dead serious about his request. That became undeniably clear when Komuro lunged at her on the sofa the moment her guard was down.
"Takashi-kun, wait!" She was lucky—so far, the dark-haired boy had only seized her arms with considerable strength, and her legs were pinned beneath his.
Takashi's face remained steady, his gaze locked onto Yuriko. The woman met his eyes and saw the unwavering seriousness of his proposal. 'This can't be true…'
"Why... why are you doing this..." Her heart raced. No one had ever restrained her with such force, not even her husband. "Takashi-kun, this isn't right. What you're asking of me is wrong."
"I've been in love with you this entire time," he declared with unwavering conviction. There was no playfulness or doubt in his voice.
"What...?" Yuriko hadn't expected this. "What are you saying, Takashi-kun?" Fear began to creep into her voice.
"I mean it. Ever since you adopted me, I've been in love with Yuriko-san. I thought it was impossible too, which is why I distanced myself when I could. But I can't stop thinking about you. Even though you tried to be a mother to me all this time, I've only seen you as a woman," he said, his strength and focus never wavering. Even Takagi had to acknowledge that.
"You're mistaken, Takashi-kun." Her heart fluttered like a young girl's hearing a confession from the person she loved most, a confession that had finally arrived.
"You can't feel that way about me." She averted her gaze, the shame of having to reject Takashi's feelings weighing on her. She didn't want to witness the emotional damage her rejection would cause. But Yuriko noticed that the grip of Komuro's hands remained just as persistent.
"You said I could ask for anything..." he reminded her of her own words. "I want to have sex with Yuriko-san!"
Takashi declared his intent. The older woman could no longer refuse, knowing her word was at stake, even if it jeopardized her family.
"I can't have sex with you, but perhaps... a blowjob," Yuriko offered, her voice thick with shame. "If you want, I can give you a... blowjob. But let's go to your room to do it. Here... someone might see."
They left the living room and locked themselves inside Takashi Komuro's bedroom. Yuriko wondered how things had escalated to this point. She was far more nervous than the boy, whose face wore an expression of sheer gratitude for what was about to happen.
Takashi took a seat on the edge of his bed while she remained standing before him, arms crossed, her gaze averted and indignant at what he was making her do.
"Yuriko-san, you look so beautiful even when you're angry," he commented, causing the woman's cheeks to flush even deeper at the compliment.
But that wasn't the real reason for her flustered state. It was because Yuriko could clearly see the outline beneath Takashi's pants—the hardened, throbbing bulge pressing against the fabric. It had been a long time since she'd had sex with her husband. She couldn't even recall the last time.
'Is that why my instincts aren't outright rejecting this act of infidelity?' She thought.
After all, Takashi had been like a son to her, even if not by blood. To know he had seen her as a woman all along, rather than the mother figure she'd tried to be...
"Well, let's get this over with," she said, brimming with humiliation, unable to fully tear her gaze from the massive, rigid bulge Komuro was packing.
She knelt before the boy, her face dangerously close to his pelvis, and commanded, "Go on, take it out..."
"Thank you, Yuriko-san," Takashi smiled.
An interesting detail: the boy had let his hair grow out lately. Though long, it was well-maintained; his eyes were partially obscured by his lengthy locks—the style some crudely called "fuckboy hair."
Without showing any urgency, he unzipped his pants and revealed the enormous endowment he'd been blessed with, causing Yuriko to gasp in shock.
"Kyaa?!" She was stunned seeing it up close.
"Is... is that real?" She was dumbfounded by the sheer size. "It's... so big."
'Even bigger than Souichirou's,' she thought to herself.
"How long have you been carrying this monster around?" she asked, a tremor of fear in her voice.
"Hehehe..." Takashi laughed sheepishly. He got that reaction a lot. Not every day did a woman encounter a man with a fuck meat exceeding thirty centimeters.
Yuriko had it right in front of her face, mere centimeters away. She could smell its potent musk, see it throb, gauge its impressive girth.
"You know," she said, fear lacing her words, "I don't think it'll all fit in my mouth, but... here goes nothing."
SPLURP!! SLLURP!!
"Yuriko-san!" In an instant, all he felt was the mouth of that beautiful, elegant woman swallowing the tip of his member.
Less than five seconds later, her lips slid past the head and engulfed half his length, her tongue tracing every inch her mouth claimed.
"Yuriko-san~ It feels... it feels better than I ever dreamed."
'Don't say things like that. You'll make me wet~!!' Yuriko thought, unable to easily dislodge the massive intrusion filling her mouth.
She watched the bliss on Takashi's face as she continued to suck his youthful cock. 'It's been so long since I did this for Souichirou... but his isn't even this big.'
Her body began to heat up the more she tasted Takashi's dick. Her pussy began to tremble, her nipples hardening beneath her clothes.
'This is bad,' she continued her internal monologue.
'If I keep doing this, I'm going to get desperate for it~ If only Souichirou paid more attention to me... I don't want to cheat on my husband.'
"Yuriko-san, your tongue is better than I imagined," Takashi groaned, in heaven.
"You're sucking it rougher!!"
'Shut up and finish,' Yuriko begged internally.
'How much longer do I have to do this... My cunt is starting to crave... crave your cock!!!' Her hands slipped beneath her skirt, fingers pressing against the now-soaked panties that were Komuro's fault.