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Twenty-Sixth: Fucking Noriko, Kimiko, & Setsuko While Terumi Listens; Momo Uses Kimiko's Mouth As An Onahole For You; Momo Rides You While Kimiko Rims Her; Terumi & Sumiko Double Ride; Mom Blows You

You must have been pretty exhausted from the day, because the way you wake up, there's no way that you weren't moved in your sleep.

Kimiko is sitting on the bed, your head in her lap, her back against the headboard. Her fingers gently and diligently rub against your shoulders. To one side is a tray with breakfast on it, some sweet and sour soup and a tall glass of chocolate milk. Meanwhile, you're lying there, your cock hard and erect, and both Setsuko and Noriko licking at it. Noriko's still in her negligee from last night, while Setsuko's wearing her maid outfit.

"He's finally awake," Kimiko says, sweetly, petting your hand briefly. "One of your sluts keeps texting you," she adds, handing the phone off to you.

Good morning Master!

Sorry for not texting yesterday. TnT

I got distracted texting with Yuriko, I promise it won't happen again!

She's a very vigorous texter, Master, always talking sexy.

She was outlining a fantasy where she just lies in bed all day while I eat her out like a good concubine.

Do you think that's sexy, Master?

(I was thinking it would be sexier if you were the one I was orally pleasuring! )

I didn't mention that to her, though! Obviously! I'll please any of your women however they like, Master!

Noriko gives you a cool expression, almost devoid of emotion, before wrapping her lips around your cockhead and slamming her face down, noisily glugging on your dick, moaning and twisting her head a little as she entirely envelops your cock in her mouth and throat. Her brow is furrowed ever so slightly, a slight competitive edge to it.

You reach down for Noriko's hair, pulling her off your cock. She struggles against you briefly, but you're so much stronger than her, and she sits there for a moment, cheeks flush, her breathing heavy.

"There's a position I've always wanted to try," you tell Noriko, whose lips smile gently. You get up off your mother's lap, rolling your shoulders a bit, Setsuko looking up at you with a sort of wide-eyed curiosity. "I want all three of you on your knees, side by side," you tell them. "Kimiko in the middle," you say, with a glance over your shoulder.

The three women crawl into position. In itself, that's a sensual sight, Setsuko's large breasts swaying with her movement, Noriko's catlike demeanor and her innocent-looking negligee enticing as well, while Kimiko has a quiet confidence that says she knows she could grab the other two and press their faces into the mattress and they wouldn't resist at all. Your mother reaches for her back, pulling down her panties so that they are tight just beneath her ass cheeks, presenting a lewd sight and binding her thighs together. Noriko and Setsuko soon mimic the act, creating a nice little scene, three butts ready to get fucked. Noriko's small, innocent-looking butt; Kimiko's firm, confident butt, and Setsuko's plush, shy butt, covered in the ruffles of her maid skirt.

You, on the other hand, call up Terumi with your phone. "Hey, Terumi," you say, stroking your cock a little as you look down at the three women.

"What is it, Master?" She breathes, ready for your orders.

"I want you to listen to what Noriko has to say," you tell her, handing the phone over to Noriko, who takes it and presses it against her ear.

"Your master is about to fuck me," Noriko says, impassively, but you can see her sex slicken a bit. "I was sucking his cock earlier, and now he's going to fuck me. Since I live with him, I can have sex with him whenever I want. Are you jealous?"

You can hear, as a whisper, Terumi speak, even from this distance: "Extremely."

You decide to start with Noriko, since she's currently on the phone with Terumi, and slide your cock into her waiting cunt. She pants a little as you enter her, and you can faintly hear Terumi desperately beg for information from the other end of the phone, though you can't make out the words.

"Yes, he's put his cock inside me. We are with his mother and my mother, and despite their substantially larger bosoms and buttockses, he has decided to have intercourse with me first." She pants again, as you speed up. "I imagine he would still do so even if you were here."

You smile down at Noriko as she lewdly offers her own arrogant appraisal of the situation, while your finger slips into Kimiko's wet sex, sliding in and out in slow strokes, earning a backwards, confident glance from your mother, one eyebrow raised. "You're feeling pretty hot right now, aren't you, Noriko?" You breathe out, leaning over her.

"Yes. I am feeling very confident, given your obvious preference for me, as well as the factors that allow me to have a dominant proportion of sexual intercourse. I was speaking to Nanashi," she says, into the phone. You nibble on the corner of her ear, and her cheeks flush. One of your fingers gently caresses her nipple through the thin fabric of her negligee, while your other hand remains in Kimiko. You can see as Noriko's grip tightens, and her voice gets more strained. "I am very, mm, much, en-enjoying," she manages to force out, breathless, eager, "intercourse, w-with, Nanashi. His cock, is very, nn, f-fill, filling, in my, t-tight, seeee~eeex," she squeals out, orgasming, her grip on the phone getting even tighter.

You slip the phone away from her, speaking to Terumi for a moment. "Are you playing with yourself?" You ask Terumi. She whimpers loudly over the other end of the line. "I'm going to tell you when to come," you tell Terumi, and she whimpers again, breathless.

"O-okay, Master," she breathes. "I, I'm, I was, pretty close," she says. "A-are you really, fuh, fucking, all, all three, three girls," she stammers out, obviously delirious from being so close to the edge. Noriko is pumping her cunt back into you.

"Make me come again, Nanashi," she says, her voice deadpan but her body lewdly showing her desires, her cheeks pink, her juices spilling out over your cock. "Make me come again," she begs, almost pathetically, her whole body fucking back into you.

"Here," Kimiko interrupts, shifting her weight and slipping one finger into Noriko's mouth, slowly stroking the young girl's tongue, "let me help." Her other hand reaches down for Noriko's chest, rubbing her breast through the negligee. Being stimulated like that makes Noriko get even wetter, quickly drawing near another orgasm.

"Kuh, when, when can I, kuhm, Mafter," comes Terumi's delirious voice, obviously painfully edging.

"Just a little longer," you tell her, strongly, before bringing your hand down to Noriko's cute little clit and rubbing it. "Three, two, one," you count down, "come," you say, simultaneously pressing Noriko's love button just so. You can hear Terumi squeal in an incredibly intense orgasm, while Noriko herself spasms loudly on the bed, collapsing, Kimiko keeping her fingers in the small girl's mouth as her cunt squeezes on your dick tightly, seeming almost to jerk you off. It's obviously an intense orgasm for her, too, and with two sexy women coming on your command (plus the tightness of Noriko's wet sex) you can't help but let go, splattering a thick load into Noriko's waiting sex.

When you pull out, Noriko is panting on the bed, eyes lidded, cheeks flush, your cum slowly dribbling out of her cunt. You've got two more women to get to, though.

You step over to Kimiko, aiming your cock at her sex. She pulls her finger out of Noriko's mouth, reaching back behind her, grasping her butt cheeks in either hand and seeming to pull at them, presenting her wet sex to your waiting cock. "Come on, Nan-chan. Show your Mommy what her special young man can do." Terumi's breathing is heavy over the phone, as she recovers from her own orgasm.

You offer the phone to Kimiko, who takes it. "Hello, Terumi," she says, absently. "Yes, he's just about-" you thrust into her, making her tits bounce, and she lets out a little gasp. "Ah, he likes an audience, I can tell," she says, teasingly, half to you, half to Terumi. "Mm, I do think he prefers Noriko to you, you know," she says, almost absently, as if trying to niggle Terumi on the other end of the line. There's a moment's pause, during which you lean over Kimiko and bite on her neck, taking one of her breasts into either hand as you start to fuck her. "Oh, I see. You're that kind of girl?"

"What kind of girl?" You grunt out, as you grope your mother through the loose camisole that just covers her big firm tits.

"The kind who likes to be degraded," Kimiko says. She squeaks a little as your balls slap against her clit, shifting her weight again. "Are you only good for the one thing? It seems to me like you're just a warm hole for my son to fuck, a slut for me to train to some modicum of worth. There are plenty of other girls with better tits, like Setsuko, for example, or myself. A slut like you, what are you good for? Just being a fuckdoll, I suppose." She pauses. "For my son, of course. Who else's fuckdoll would you be?"

"Yuriko's," you pant out, fucking your mother hard. She shows impressive control, though you can tell it's getting to her, her fingers trembling a bit on the phone, her cheeks flush with color.

"Oh, yes, you'd be quite useful for that lezzo too, wouldn't you?" Kimiko's breath is a little heavy as she says it. "Mm, I'm afraid I can't train you on how to properly please a woman, though I hope you're at least doing your very best, otherwise what's the point? Isn't that your entire purpose in this little relationship, to be the," Kimiko's breath catches in her throat as you slam into her particularly hard, squeezing her tits, "the, the, mm," Kimiko pants, trying to resume her position, but clearly losing focus to your cock. "The, b, bait," she manages to get out, before orgasming.

She drops the phone onto the bed at that point, her hands grasping the sheets as her cunt curls around you. "Oh, who, who cares," she says, as she spasms on your dick. "I need to focus on you, Nan-chan, not some stupid," she swallows audibly, "stupid slut," she says, still shaking in the afterglow. She pumps her hips back into you, and you lean over her, presenting your lips to her, kissing her. Her glasses are off-kilter, but they are still just perched on her nose, so there's the soft metallic sound as they clack against one another while you fuck her brains out.

You focus on making her feel good, enjoying the occasional soft squeal that comes up from the phone, almost inaudible but not quite, as Terumi orgasms to the idea of you fucking your mother while all she can do is listen. Your tongue slides in your mother's mouth as she moans and comes over and over again, until you finally join her in orgasmic bliss, ejaculating into her waiting sex, filling it up with your seed as if desperately hoping to impregnate her.

When you're completely finished, you pull out, and Kimiko pants loudly. "H-here," she says, taking the phone and holding it up momentarily, offering it up to you. You take it out of her hand. "You've gotten," she breathes, "well, we can keep going, if you need it."

You kiss her neck. "It's fine, Kimiko. But I can't exactly leave Setsuko wanting after all that, can I?"

"No," she pants. "She's a, a very good, servant, and deserves, a reward."

Setsuko's been waiting patiently all this time, and she offers you a shy smile, her cheeks blushing. You don't immediately press yourself into her, instead leaning behind her, kissing her sex, licking along it. You put the phone down between her thighs, so Terumi can hear the splashing noises of it, and you hear the occasional squeak from her as she plays with herself to those sounds. She tastes like lemon-line with a dash of cherry, and it's so very delicious on your tongue, as you run it up and down. It makes her shiver. "A-ah, right in front, of, Ki-Kimiko-sama?" She stammers out, obviously embarrassed.

"He's being considerate of you," Kimiko says, smiling a bit. "It's fine, isn't it? It feels good, he wants to do it, and I'm sure he'll be fucking you in just a moment," she says, one of her hand going on top of Setsuko's, squeezing it slightly. "Just enjoy yourself."

Setsuko swallows but nods, panting as your tongue slides inside her waiting sex, making her shiver again. You suckle her clit, you finger her lips, and you generally get her juices flowing very thoroughly. As you feel her drawing towards the edge, panting and squeaking a little, hips involuntarily bucking, you finally pull back.

Immediately, you thrust inside her, filling up her cunt with your cock, and she orgasms as your balls slap against her thighs, her panties still holding her thighs close together as she spasms in pleasure, her cute maid skirt bouncing with her body. Your hands grip her hips for a moment before you recall there are funner places to put them, and you draw them up to her fat tits, groping them in either hand, squeezing them a bit, as you start to fuck her. "You're incredibly sexy, Setsuko," you tell her, with a grunt. "All of you," you note. You kiss her neck. "Don't think that your lack of confidence makes you a worse lover than Noriko or Kimiko. Your shyness makes it all the more sexy to fuck you and make you feel good."

She bites her lower lip and nods quickly, her hair bouncing a little, and you kiss up to her lips, starting to make out with her as you fuck her like a dog, your hands groping her tits. She moans into your mouth, quickly orgasming for a second time, cunt squeezing your dick. Her tongue goes limp in her mouth, letting your own slide about inside freely, and you rub that same spot that Noriko repeatedly uses on you, making her shiver. You pull your lips back from hers, admiring the way her mouth is parted, the slightly dazed look in her eyes. "That's a trick Noriko taught me," you tell her, with a teasing note to your voice. "So you could almost think of it as an indirect kiss."

Setsuko blushes at that, even cuter, and you kiss her again, slurping noisily on her mouth. Her plush, soft breasts yield happily, gratefully, to your hands, and they bounce in her dress. You actually pull the fabric down from her tits and grope the newly freed skin, enjoying its softness as you pound her willing sex. She orgasms again and again like that, and your mother soon gets up behind you, running her hands along your chest, teasing your balls, kissing your backside, her breasts pressing against your skin through her camisole.

"That's it. That's Mommy's special boy. You can fuck and satisfy three... four girls, all in the morning, and it's still not enough for you, is it?" You shake your head, feeling the incredible pleasure of your position, still kissing Setsuko. Kimiko reaches down for the phone, pulling it up. "Tell your Master how many times you've come," she says, before pressing the phone to your ear.

"Seventeen times, Master!" You hear Terumi excitedly squeak. "I, it's, it's going to be, e-ee-e-eeeighteen!" She squeals, loudly, over the line, and that pushes you over the edge, making you orgasm inside Setsuko's waiting sex, the beautiful older woman shivering in sympathetic pleasure as you do so.

You end the kiss, finally, taking the phone from your mother as you lean up, cock still buried in Setsuko's quivering sex. "You did good, Terumi. Playtime is over now, so make sure you're ready for school."

"Yes, Master," Terumi breathes.

"Love you."

"I love you too, Master." You hang up.

"Let's get washed up," you say to Kimiko, giving her a quick peck on the lips before pulling out of Setsuko. Setsuko just pants on the bed. Hm. You dial Momo.

"A-ah, Nana-kun?" Momo's voice sounds surprised. "Aren't you at home still?"

"Yes, I'm just in the middle of something," you tell her, as you collect a bath robe from the room, Kimiko following after you. You hold your hand over the speaker. "You two can use Kimiko's bathroom," you tell them, before departing. "Kimiko and I were wondering if you'd join us for a nice bath."

"A-ah, Kimiko?" Momo audibly swallows. "Why Kimiko?"

"She wanted to spend some time with her stepdaughter," you decide on. "I'm sure she'll be on her best behavior," you say, with a glance at your mother, who just smiles with an impenetrable expression.

"O-okay. If you think it'll be okay," she says, firmly. There's a trace of fear in her voice, but she quells it for you. You're glad you know it will be okay, since Kimiko's your woman now. You'd hate to betray such an innocent girl.

"I'll meet you in the large downstairs bath," you tell her. "Not the one in our father's room."

"Okay." Momo hangs up.

By the time she arrives in the downstairs bath (with a clean change of folded school clothes tucked under her arm), you and Kimiko are reclining in the bath together, the water up to your hips. The two of you sit on opposite sides, both naked. Momo blushes as she sees, turning her gaze down to her feet, which are just wearing a cute pair of pink socks.

You get up out of the bath, drawing Momo's gaze back - which briefly lingers on your manhood, her cheeks flushing red as she realizes she's staring. "Let me help you out of those pajamas," you say, looking at the black pajamas with moons and stars on them, undoing the front buttons. She's crimson, but just lets you do it. "Relax," you say, as you work to strip her naked, "we're all here to enjoy a warm bath. There's nothing to worry about," you soothe. Kimiko just idly reclines in the tub, a smug smirk on her face.

Momo nervously helps you here and there, but you do the lion's share of the work getting her naked, and guide her into the bath alongside you (which has now raised the water level up to your belly button when seated). You draw her to sit down next to you, wrapping one arm around her; her own cross awkwardly and defensively, looking up occasionally at Kimiko like she was awaiting a punishment.

You take Momo and put her in your lap, making her squeak in surprise. "Don't be so tense," you tell her, taking some warm water from the tub and running it over her back. You start to massage her back. "There's nothing to be afraid of," you tell her, kissing her neck, making her face turn bright red. You perch your chin on her shoulder and look up at your mother. "Give your son a kiss," you tell Kimiko.

Kimiko just smiles and closes in, her lips pressing against yours. There's no ambiguity in the kiss - it's sloppy, with plenty of tongue and drool, and your hands leave Momo's body to grope Kimiko's ass. Momo just watches, cheeks flaring red, as you make out with Kimiko, until you finally finish with a sloppy splash of drool down into the water and a sigh.

"Y-you," Momo stammers out, eyes wide.

"Yes," you tell her, kissing her on the lips too, your tongue sliding into her mouth, playing with her own for a long second before pulling back. "Kimiko is my girlfriend too." Momo swallows, glancing over at your mother.

Kimiko moves forward in the water briefly, making Momo half-flinch, before she cups the much smaller girl's cheek, smiling wistfully. "My little Nan-chan is a wonderful lover, isn't he?" Momo swallows again and nods. "Of course he is. There's no reason to be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt one of his girls."

"O-okay," Momo stammers out, still obviously unsure and embarrassed.

You run your hands along Momo's stomach, teasing at the bottoms of her small breasts and her pubic mound as you do so. "There's no need to be ashamed or embarrassed around one of my girlfriends, Momo," you tell her, your voice sickly sweet. She just blushes brighter, eyes on her knees. You slide your hand between her thighs, gently teasing her clitoris. "Even if you're naked."

"I-it's because it's Kimiko-sama," she stammers.

"Are you really that scared of me?" Kimiko asks, her voice soft, soothing, motherly. Momo nods, then winces.

"I can think of something that would help calm you down, Momo," you say, kissing her neck. She blushes. "But Kimiko would have to help."

"Hm?" Kimiko asks, curious.

You take Momo off your lap, your hard cock just over the water line. You get up on the edge of the bath. "Things aren't scary when you control them," you explain. "So, if Kimiko was to suck me off, and you got to control how fast she was, wouldn't that help you calm down?"

Momo blushes red at the thought, but her gaze turns to Kimiko, as if checking. Kimiko gives you a look, then a sigh and a shrug, sliding forward towards your cock. "Go ahead," she says, kissing your cockhead.

Momo's tentative and unsure, but she gets behind Kimiko, putting her hands on the back of Kimiko's head.

Momo starts to push, slowly sliding Kimiko down your cock, your mother's mouth widening to envelop you, her throat accepting you as Momo pushes her down. Momo's cheeks are flush, and she stares down at Kimiko with a strange look, almost like 'I can do this?' You smile at the fact that she's enjoying herself, taking one hand and running it along her thigh, slowly stroking her. Momo looks up at you, eyes still wide, swallowing a little. She holds Kimiko down in your groin.

"You can do whatever you like," you tell her, your voice soft, reassuring. "Kimiko won't fight you, will she?" Kimiko grunts on your cock, shaking her head, having apparently decided to go along with this lewd and extreme idea. "So go ahead. Be as rough as you like."

Momo halfway drags Kimiko's head up off your cock, before finally collecting her hair into a ponytail to use as a handle. "O-okay," she says, more to herself than you. Then, when Kimiko's lips are right around the crown of your erect cock, she slams her down your cock, making your mother gurgle in pleasure at the sheer force of it. Momo's cheeks glow, but there's a certain arousal to it, now, and your hand slides up her thigh to her sex, gently running along her lower lips. Her breath is heavy as she stares at the scene before her, half in disbelief, half in unexpected arousal.

"Are you enjoying it?" You ask, and that snaps the spell a little, making Momo squeak and turn her eyes up to you, blushing brightly. You smile. "Don't worry. It's okay to enjoy it. It's good." One of your fingers slips into her sex, making her let out a cute little gasp. "Enjoy it," you breathe out.

Momo swallows and nods, dragging Kimiko up and shoving her back down, using her hair. Her expression shifts from a kind of shocked arousal to a slowly growing confidence, that she's being allowed to do this, that she's getting to do something like this, not to just anyone, but to your mother, who is probably her mental image of the most dominating woman in the world. Her breathing is heavy as she starts to work, and you lean forward, kissing her on the lips, drawing her attention away from your mother, making her moan as you finger her.

Kimiko orgasms on your cock, the facefucking clearly doing quite a bit for her pleasure, and you just keep stroking your fingers in and out of Momo's wet sex, enjoying her noisy pants and moans into your mouth as the two of you kiss over your mother. Momo soon orgasms, moaning into your mouth, grinding your mother's face into your groin, and you just lean back, enjoying yourself as two women work to pleasure you together.

When Momo recovers, she yanks your mother halfway off your cock, then slams her back down, starting to make a expression is heated, her eyes wild as she facefucks your mother on your dick. "Y-yeah, suck, suck it, let him, use your throat, like, like a, like a toy," she decides on, her expression having a mix of anger, arousal, and desire. "That's, that's what your throat is, it's a toy," she breathes out, panting, as your finger strokes in and out of her sex, as Kimiko gets fucked on your face. Kimiko's own hands come to your thighs, gripping them for purchase as she's furiously facefucked. "A sex toy. What, what's a sex toy that you fuck?" She asks, glancing up at you.

"An onahole," you offer.

Momo wears a wicked smile as she slams Kimiko's face into your groin and grinds it in there, her nostrils pressing against your pelvis, your pubes thick in her nose. "You're an onahole. You're a mommy onahole for your son. You're an onahole for me to use to pleasure your son. You're a masturbation aid." Kimiko gurgles around your dick faintly as she's held down, and Momo's nostrils flare with arousal. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You're an onahole." You rub your thumb against Momo's clit, and she orgasms again, moaning and grinding Kimiko's face into your groin.

"She's not so scary now, is she?" You ask, sweetly. Momo just rolls her eyes in her head and shakes her head in a 'no.' "No, she's not. I wonder what Minori would think if she saw her mother like this? She looks up to her so much..." You trail off, and Momo's eyes go wild.

"That's right," Momo breathes out, pulling Kimiko back a bit, making her gasp around your cock. "Minori idolizes you, but you're an onahole mother," she pants out, "you're a, a," she stumbles for a word.

"Fucktoy," you offer.

"Fucktoy," she says, nodding, shoving Kimiko back down, starting to fuck her face on your cock again. Kimiko just gurgles on your manhood as she's manhandled by Momo. "If she saw you doing this, what would she think?" Kimiko just sputters around your dick, saliva splashing around. "That's right. She'd think, I should also be used as an onahole by Nana-kun," she explains.

Kimiko sputters noisily as she orgasms from that - whether from being facefucked, from Momo's sudden dominant streak, or from the idea of Minori being used as an onahole, you couldn't say for sure. Still, her hips buck and her fingers tighten on your thighs, and your fingers stroke in and out of Momo's wet sex.

"You know, I already fucked her good once today, so she should be thankful that you're letting her get a second dose of cock," you point out. Momo pants wildly, eyes unfocusing as she stares down at Kimiko. "Tell her that," you say, reclining back.

"You should be thankful you're getting a second dose of cock, because all you are is an onahole. You're a hole that gets used for sex. For Nana-kun's pleasure. You should thank him, and me, for letting you get cock. Cock. That's what you want. Nana-kun's cock. That's what you live for." Momo orgasms again at that, her juices spilling out in a thick gush, splashing along Kimiko's backside, and finally Momo collapses backwards, letting go of Kimiko's hair as she finds a seat on the edge of the bath, breathing heavily, exhausted.

Kimiko pulls off your cock, wiping her chin of drool before glancing up at you, stroking your cock. "Should I finish you off, Nan-chan, or should you have Momo do it?"

"You should have Momo finish me off," you say, with a certain smile. "Bring her over here. She's wet and ready for it."

Kimiko smiles wickedly, going over to the other side of the tub and collecting Momo, wrapping her hands around the girl's hips and hefting her over to you, placing her on your lap, your cock running along her slit. "Now you're going to fuck the Nana-kun you like so much," she whispers in Momo's ear, using her grip on Momo's hips to tease her clit with your cock. "Are you ready?" Momo just sputters a little. "Hm. Perhaps you should take the reins, you can see her face better from where you are," Kimiko says, by way of an excuse.

You take hold of Momo and direct her sex over your cock, Momo straddling you, and your mother leans back in the water, just quietly resting in the warm water, her breathing soft while Momo's is heavy. "I hope you're ready, Momo," you whisper in her ear, before sliding her down on your cock. She sputters and shakes as you fill her up, eyes twitching a bit, panting loudly until you're completely buried inside her. Your hands grasp her hips tight, ready to fuck her as hard or soft as you want. She just languidly sits on your cock, eyes staring limply at your chest as she flops a little atop you.

You use your grip on her hips to start slowly fucking her up and down your cock. "That was very good," you tell her, your voice soft and sweet. "You're a good girl, Momo. I'm proud of you, and I'm lucky to have you as my sister-girlfriend."

Momo's cheeks flush, and her cunt constricts around you for a moment, making an already tight sex even tighter, your cock getting groped and gripped by her womanhood. "Th, thanks," she manages to stutter out, cheeks red, still recovering from the intensity of earlier.

Keeping one hand on her hip, slowly directing her up and down, your other hand slides up her taut stomach to her small breast, gently cupping it in your hand, teasing her erect nipple with your fingers. "Your breasts are incredibly cute," you tell her, with a gentle smile, and a soft voice. Her blush gets even brighter. "Just like you. You're really cute."

Momo smiles a little back, her eyes falling back down towards your chest as she averts her gaze a little. She starts to work with you, pumping on your cock. "Thank you," she says, her voice soft, almost a mumble.

"Come on," you tell her, giving her a quick kiss of the cheek. "Get a little more into it. I liked that confident, sexy Momo who's not afraid to call my mother a fucktoy and an onahole." Momo blushes almost scarlet at that, as if horrified that she said things like that. Her anxiety pulses down to her sex, which constricts on your dick beautifully as you continue to slowly pump her up and down. "You're really good at dominating women. Who else would you like to turn into my fucktoy?"

Momo's scarlet at this point, sputtering. "I, I don't," she stammers.

"Maybe you'd like to have your own mother down on her knees, sucking me off while you call her names?" She shakes her head a little. "What about Minori? You seemed to be pretty eager to get her to be a fucktoy just like her mother." Momo's cheeks are scarlet as you make continuous lewd suggestions. "If you want someone who definitely loves to be treated that way, my girlfriends are coming over on Sunday, Sumiko and Terumi would gladly let you enjoy that type of play." Momo's just sputtering a little as you fuck her, not sure what to do or say.

You let your lips press against hers, your tongue sliding into her mouth, getting a little rougher with her, your hand groping her tit. She moans into your mouth, orgasming in short order, her sex coiling around your dick as she comes. As she comes down, you put her face into your shoulder, enjoying the way she shivers, locking eyes with your mother, who quirks an eyebrow at the way you're looking at her.

"You should lick where our bodies join," you say to Kimiko. "I don't think that Momo's quite confident yet, she needs to see that she can be dominant over anybody," you tell her, with a smile. Momo squeaks and draws her body tight to you at the words.

Kimiko nods, crawling in the bathtub, twisting her head to suckle on one of your balls, her tongue flashing out and tapping it, then slowly sliding her tongue up your length, teasing Momo's lips, and then slithering up to her little butthole, making Momo jerk and squeak.

"See, Momo? You can do that to whoever you want. Tell me, come on," you say, sweetly. "Talk dirty again."

"I-I'm getting, I mean, Kimiko-sama," Momo sputters a little. "Kimiko is licking my butt."

"Yes, she is. Tell her what that makes her."

"I, it makes her a butt licker!" She says, forceful near the end. "She's my butt licker! She's on her knees, and she should kiss my butt!" Obediently, Kimiko kisses Momo's cute little butt cheeks, making Momo's cheeks glow red. "A-and, she should do whatever I say! I'm the boss now!" She's growing more confident as she speaks, though she's still obviously embarrassed.

"That's right," you tell her, increasing her pace on your cock, ramping her up and down your cock thoroughly. "Tell me what you're going to do," you tell her. "Now that you're the boss."

"I'm, I'm gonna," she sputters a little, unsure for a moment. "I'm gonna, um, make, those girls you mentioned," she stumbles.

"Sumiko and Terumi," you offer.

"I'm gonna make them," she stumbles again, trying to come up with something, as you pump her up and down your dick, Kimiko slithering her tongue back into Momo's perfect butt and making her squeak.

"You can do anything you want," you tell her, your voice soft. "Anything you want to them."

Momo nods, swallowing audibly. "I, I'll, um, u-uuu, that, that's really," she stammers out, "really, g-gooooo~ood," she moans, as she orgasms, her cunt convulsing around your cock, burying you entirely inside her as she pants and squirms on your dick.

Kimiko pulls back a little, kissing Momo's neck sweetly. "You're doing very good," she tells her, softly, her fingers sliding around Momo's body, teasing her lower lips and clit, making the girl squirm a bit on your cock. "You're doing a great job. You're so much more useful than your mother," she explains, voice soft in her ear. "Now come on. Tell my son what you'll do to his sluts Sumiko and Terumi."

"I'll," Momo pants out, still recovering. "I'll tie them up!" She exclaims.

"Oh, that's a good idea. What will you do with them, when they're tied up?"

"Nothing," Momo pants. Kimiko tilts her head curiously. "I'll, I'll get them naked, and tie them up, and leave them in, in Nana-kun's bed, and he'll, they'll be like toys, like fucktoys, like onaholes, that he can just, f-fuck, whenever he wants, and, and they can't do anything, because, because," she pants loudly. "Because I'm, I'm the boss!"

She orgasms again at those words, and this time you let yourself go as well, ejaculating inside her tight cunt, making her audibly sputter, eyes rolling up, her sex squeezing you thoroughly as she and you come together. When you finish, Kimiko gently pulls her off you, letting her rest in the tub.

"Perhaps it's time for you to go get some clean clothes," Kimiko says, with a smile. "You've been here quite a while, Nan-chan."

"Thank you for the help building up Momo's confidence," you say to Kimiko, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips for a brief second. You then rise from the tub, heading out of the bathroom, collecting the robe and going up to your room.

You get dressed without interruption, take a BC pill, and then pretty much immediately have to go to school. Noriko joins you in the car, sitting next to you, glancing at your lap for a few seconds, before resting her head in your lap. You gently stroke her hair as you head to school.

In class, only a handful of people are there when you arrive: Kiyomi, Kyoko, and Izanagi.

You squat down in front of Kiyomi again, your voice gentle. "Hey. I wanted to talk to you about your writing."

"O-oh. S-sorry for not sending anything to you..." She says it in a mumbly way, her head tucked into her chin, but her eyes don't leave you.

"Oh, that's not it," you say, with a gentle smile. "I was wondering if I could watch your process at some point. A live reaction to your writing might help... process things differently? We could meet at a coffee shop or something, if you want."

"I-I don't know," she says. "Th, that seems weird... I don't feel like I would be comfortable writing that way."

"Okay, that's fine. It was just an idea." You pause for a moment. "Is there a reason you haven't sent anything to me, or have you just not written anything?"

"I-I, just, it's hard. To send."

"Maybe it would be easier if I sent you a message asking you to send me something?"

Kiyomi blushes but nods a little, eyes never leaving you for a second. "M-maybe."

"Is there anything you could send me now, or that you'd like me to comment on?"

"W-well, I'm, working on a story..."

"What's it about?"

"A-ah, well, dark, stuff," she says. "I-it was an idea about... take the, the evil villain from a fantasy story, and give him a daughter. Wh-what kind of person would she be? That kind of thing." She swallows. "It's not finished, but it's in progress... I think, maybe, thirty percent done? I have lots of ideas still. I posted some of the chapters already."

"I'll try to make time to read it," you tell her. "We could also talk about more general things. It can be easier to talk online than in real life."

"Y-yeah. Okay." Kiyomi offers you a strained smile.

"It was nice talking to you," you tell her, before returning to your seat. The rest of the class has pretty much gathered by this point (well, except Masahiko), and the bell soon rings. Amaya-sensei rises from her seat, rapping the table to get people's attention. "Today is the election for class president. Kyoko and Reiko will both have two minutes to make a final appeal. Kyoko?"

Kyoko steps forward, the scrape of her chair loud, matched only by the noise as she clears her throat. "It's simple. I want this class to do well. Reiko doesn't care about that. I want everyone to come together to study. Reiko doesn't care about the students who are struggling. If we all study together, we'll learn even more, and have an advantage in life. We can't just 'do whatever we want' - we're the youth of Kurogaya, whose task is to build this nation up for the next generation. Please, remember the gravity of such decisions, and vote for me."

There's some scattered clapping, and then Kyoko takes her seat. "A very fine speech," Amaya says, clapping herself. "Reiko?"

"Kyoko is being extreme and silly. We all want to do well, but being forced to study when you don't want to won't help you learn. I promise to do everything within my power to help my fellow students succeed. There is a Wesmeri saying that I learned from a friend: You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot force it to drink the water. I want to lead my fellow students to water, not drown them in the trough. Thank you for your votes."

Reiko returns to her seat as well.

"Consider this a last minute opportunity to discuss your votes with your classmates," Amaya says. "You have ten minutes, starting... now."

Almost immediately, Terumi leans over towards you. "Who should I vote for, Nanashi-san?" Kyoko audibly scoffs.

"Vote for whoever you prefer," you say. Terumi nods. Some people talk a little, but you've decided to let your girls vote their consciences, so you remain quiet. Amaya passes out the ballots; you write Reiko's name and fold it up before placing it in the box.

It doesn't take long for the votes to be complete, and Amaya-sensei opens the box and starts counting. "The votes are... Reiko, Kyoko, Reiko, Reiko, Reiko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko," Amaya looks a bit surprised by how close it is. Reiko looks a bit afraid. Kyoko is tense with anticipation. "Reiko. Kyoko, Reiko, Reiko, Kyoko, Reiko. And the final tally is... Reiko eight, Kyoko six."

Kyoko growls audibly, shooting Reiko a death glare, but Reiko just takes it without reaction. The class claps.

"Now it's my task to select the Class Vice President," Amaya says. "I will pick one of our most attentive, thorough, and thoughtful students for this task..." she pauses for effect. "Kyoko Tsunetomo." The class claps, less energetically this time, though you notice that Noriko is clapping fairly vigorously.

Kyoko gives Reiko a wicked smile, but she just looks away in response.

"Now, both of you will be speaking to me after class to discuss your duties, responsibilities, and powers. However, we don't really have much more time to waste, so let's get back to our studies, beginning with Literature today."

The class is an endless drawl as far as you're concerned; you just study your books. The lunch break soon arrives.

"Congratulations on winning the election," you say to Reiko.

"Yeah," she says, smiling a bit. "Did worse than I thought, though. Guess Kyoko got some defectors," she says, pouting a bit.

"Congratulations to you, too, Kyoko. Reiko may have won the popular vote, but you were singled out by Amaya-sensei," you say.

Kyoko wears a somewhat sullen face. "Yeah. Thanks."

You yawn, stretching a little, before rising from your seat. On the way up to Room 42 you text Sumiko and Terumi telling them to discretely follow you up. You also text Reiko.

Want to celebrate your win with a blowjob session after school? You mentioned racing through guys, but what would you think of an endurance marathon? Maybe a love hotel for a couple hours, and you just see how long you can keep me hard without coming. The two of us, or we could bring Noriko so you could get some 'revenge,' or Terumi, or Sumiko... really, it's your choice.

That's certainly an interesting offer.

I'll think about it.

It's then that Terumi comes into the room, giving you your boxed lunch that she prepared, again made with endless and clear love, lots of heart shapes in the food as you eat them. Sumiko takes up her own position, chewing on some chicken meat, as well as what looks to be a peanut butter sandwich, as she sits.

"Is it good, Master?" Terumi asks, fidgeting a bit in her seat.

"It's good," you tell her. She smiles.

"Would you like professional cooking classes, after you come to live with me as a concubine?" Terumi blushes a bit. "Not because your cooking is bad, just because you seem to really enjoy it, and I want you to be happy."

"I'd be happy to learn to cook even better for you and your women, Master. I could start cooking for Sumiko and Noriko and Yuriko as well," she offers, then pauses. "Well. Perhaps with a budget," she says, fidgeting agains.

"Perhaps. Are you fidgeting because something's bothering you?"

"A-ah, sort of," she says, blushing.

"Or is it because you want to get fucked," you add.

She smiles and nods. "This morning was incredible, Master. I never would have thought sounds alone could be so erotic, but imagining you and them..." she sighs ecstatically.

"Hm?" Sumiko asks, pausing her eating. "What sort of sounds were you made to listen to, Terumi-san?"

Terumi blushes and smiles. "Master fucked three girls and made me listen to them. Two of them even talked to me," she adds. "I came eighteen times like that, it was ama~azing," she says, sighing.

"I see," Sumiko says, in a somewhat confused voice. "Myself, I prefer that Nanashi-sama take advantage of my body directly, rather than merely being a witness to some other lovemaking."

"Ah, that's good too," Terumi says, wistfully. "It's all amazing."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself so much, Terumi," you say. You finish off the last of your meal, a couple quick bites. You notice Terumi's done as well, though Sumiko's still rounding it off with a last drumstick or two.

"How could I not?" She breathes. "I have a wonderful, sexy, smart, rich, sweet guy, who wants me to be his concubine and pleasure his wife and serve him." She smiles so broadly it makes her teeth shine a little from the window's lighting. "It's what I've been dreaming of for years and it's here and even better than I'd ever hoped."

Sumiko chews down the food in her mouth, audibly swallowing. "Nanashi-sama's affection is also uniquely satisfying for my own spirit, due to commonalities we share."

"Like shared interests?"

"Ah. No. It is a private thing. I do not think Nanashi-sama would like to share."

"I wouldn't mind. Would you?" Sumiko shakes her head, and Terumi watches you, with large eyes, curious about any bit of information that you could share with her. "I was reborn in this world with all the memories of my past life." Terumi's expression gets a bit colder. "I used to be an actuary; I'd already gotten a college degree when I was born here, which is why I do so well in class."

"...if you don't want to tell me what it is, that's fine, Master," she says. "Please don't tell silly stories like that. It's a very hurtful way to say no."

"What Nanashi speaks of is in truth our shared bond. I was also reborn here from another world; I told him as much, and he entrusted me with his secret in return."

Terumi looks from you to Sumiko and back again. "Okay, Master," she says, deciding to let it go. "Sumiko is finished with her food," she notes, changing the subject, smiling a bit.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. What matters is our current life, and the fact that you'll be spending it with me as my concubine." You smile at her. "Regardless. I want both of you to strip for me, and show me your naked bodies."

The two women do so, and soon you have both their naked bodies on display. Sumiko's powerful, coiling strength, muscles visible in every limb, a toned stomach, firm tits sitting on her chest, blonde hair framing her features beautifully. Terumi's lovely hourglass shape, her soft, supple skin, her firm breasts, perky in the air, nipples hard with arousal, her long purple hair flowing around her body.

You admire both women, standing up, groping one of their tits in either hand, smiling as they just stand there, waiting for your next order.

"Hm. Well, Terumi's been waiting for my cock since this morning, I'm sure, but on the other hand I know it's been a while for you, Sumiko."

"I am fully capable of patience in this matter, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says.

"Thanks for being so thoughtful," you tell her, giving her a quick kiss. You take off your pants, folding them up and putting them off to the side. You take a towel, folding it up to use as a pillow, and lie on the ground. "Terumi, here," you say, pointing to your cock. "Sumiko, here," you say, pointing to your face.

Soon enough both girls are straddling you, Sumiko's muscular thighs on either side of your head, her hands on the ground as she slowly lowers herself towards your face. There's a thick scent like pineapples as her wet sex lowers towards you. Terumi, meanwhile, has already penetrated herself on your cock, enveloping your manhood in its entirety.

"Hold that position," you say, when Sumiko's about an inch up. "Don't lower yourself for any reason."

"As you wish, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, freezing in place. Her hands remain on the ground for balance, but you can see her thighs quiver ever so slightly with the effort of holding that position. You lean your head up, running your tongue along her slit, making her shiver and pant audibly. The taste of pineapples is sharp on your tongue.

Terumi, for her part, has started to bounce on your dick quite admirably, moving up and down with a quite rapid pace, panting audibly. You can feel her juices splatter down your cock, running into your pubes, plentiful and slick as she rides you. "Ah, your cock's so good, Master," she breathes out, her hands on your stomach, pushing your shirt up. "You're so sexy, I love you, Master," she says, obviously pretty pent up in some sense, as she bounces ever faster.

You ignore her, instead speaking to Sumiko. "Sumiko, spread your pussy lips as wide as you can," you tell her, and her knees slowly slide on the floor, until they're at an almost forty five degree angle, her wet sex presented to you, lewdly spread. You press your lips up to it, running your tongue inside her, and she shivers in raw, animal pleasure, her body shaking with near-orgasm, but she manages to keep herself from falling.

You pause in your licking, glancing over at Terumi, as she rides hard on your dick, tits bouncing as well. A little drool escapes her lips, her cheeks flush, and when she catches that you're looking at her, she leans down. "Master, did you want to look at my body some more?" She grasps her tits in either hand, trying to show them off to you, before squealing as she comes, collapsing awkwardly onto your chest as she comes, panting audibly, a little drool on your skin as she lies there for a moment, her body twitching, her cunt squeezing your cock.

Sumiko, on the other hand, focuses on maintaining her form, her fingers bunched up as she holds herself in place. Your lips find Sumiko's clit, wrapping around it, suckling at it for a long few seconds before your teeth gently tease it.

That's all Sumiko can take, because she explodes in orgasm, collapsing onto your face, her weight distributed as best she can on her arms and legs, her butt in your face, her scent filling your nose. "A-ah," she pants out as she comes, "sorry, Nanashi-sama," she breathes, her cunt splashing its juices down on you, "sorry, I did my best," she pants out, moaning as a second orgasm runs through her in the midst of the first, as you use your nose to tease her lower lips while your tongue prods her clit more.

Terumi drags herself up and out from under Sumiko, her breath loud and heavy as she starts to hump your cock again, sliding up and down. "I love your cock, Master," she says, speaking swiftly. "I love you, Master," she adds, squirming on your dick, her hips twitching in pleasure.

"Does Kayo know I'm fucking you?" You ask, through the muffled sounds of Sumiko's sex.

"A-ah, yes, Master, I mean, probably, Master," she notes, speaking hurriedly.

"You sure? What if the first time she learns you're not a virgin is when she sees me thrust my cock in your needy cunt," you say, as Sumiko shivers atop you, your hands grasping Terumi's hips and stealing control away from her, forcing her to go at your pace, which you alter to tease her.

"A-ah, that would be so sexy, Master," she squeaks out, as she bounces on your dick.

"So you'd like a threesome with me and your mother?"

"Y-yes, MasteeeeEER!" She says, squealing as she comes again, cunt convulsing on your dick.

As one girl goes down, the other girl comes up, with Sumiko pushing herself up straight. "I am sorry for losing control, Nanashi-sama," she says, repositioning her body to how it was earlier, giving you some breathing space. "I did not intend to fail you."

You swat Sumiko's ass, half dismissive, half just because you like making the muscle girl squeak. "How would you feel about a threesome with Chou?"

"I would enjoy that, Nanashi-sama. I have often imagined she would have difficulty with intercourse, but if I were there to be used like a pair of legs, with no greater purpose than helping my sister to bounce on your cock, I would be deeply honored."

That makes your cock twitch inside Terumi, who promptly starts grinding her hips in a little circle. You just lean up and start licking Sumiko's cunt, closing your eyes and enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over you from how Terumi's working your dick. Her tits are pressed into your chest, now, as she straddles you in that awkward way, and then she leans forward, licking at Sumiko's clit as you run your tonge along her sex.

"A-ah, Terumi-san," Sumiko pants, squeaking. Terumi just closes her eyes and doubles down, suckling on Sumiko's clit. Sumiko soon comes like that, this time at least managing to remain upright, even if she does rest part of her weight on your face again, those beautiful butt cheeks smushing against your glasses.

Terumi, on the other hand, pants loudly. "Come in me, come in your concubine, come on, Master, I want your cum, I want to feel it in me, I want to imagine you knocking me up with your baby, making me teen pregnant, using my body for its highest purpose," she breathes out, squirming.

With that, you let go, ejaculating inside her, and Terumi has a little sympathetic orgasm herself, milking your cock slowly, gradually, trying to work every last bit of cum out of it as she moans in pleasure.

You completely finish, and all three of you spend a long few seconds catching your breaths.

You gently push Sumiko off you, rising up, Terumi worming herself off your cock to let you stand. You collect some paper towels from nearby, dabbing at your face to get rid of Sumiko's juices, tossing some to the two girls so they can get clean. It takes a bit of work, but you reach the point where you're fairly certain you could reasonably be described as clean.

The three of you get dressed once more, and you head back to class. It passes largely in a blur.

Your date with Chanette is this afternoon. She approaches you. "I had to cancel a date with a hot guy for this, so you had better be on your best behavior!" Chanette says, seeming very overly serious. Then she absently kicks the floor. "Don't feel too bad though, I like roller skating, which is the REAL reason I canceled the date, and NOT because of you."

"Don't worry, Chan-chan," you tell her, with a smile. "I'll pull out all the stops to properly woo you." You rise from your seat, offering your arm to her. "Would you like to ride to the skate rink in my car?" You ask.

She fidgets, pouting a little, then takes your arm. "Fine," she says. As you start to walk, she starts to speak. "You're not the only guy I've gone on a date with who had a private car," she says, hurriedly. "I'm not impressed by it."

"It's just more convenient. I know you're a tough woman to impress," you tell her, smiling. She nods to herself at that, clearly in agreement with you.

Once she's in the car, though, she can clearly not restrain her surprise, looking around, shifting through it, playing with the bit near the front that's for plugging things in and controlling the radio. She's squatting on the ground there as the car starts to move, and awkwardly falls onto her back in surprise. Her cheeks are red in embarrassment as she struggles to get back up.

"Want some help up?" You say, offering her a hand. She briefly hesitates before grabbing your arm, and you heft her to her feet. "Come on, sit down," you say, patting the seat next to you.

She blushes, but does so, fidgeting a bit from being so close to a boy. "I bet you really like sitting next to a pretty Wesmeri girl," she says, puffing up a bit as she says it.

"I do, but the fact that it's you makes it all the more special. Are you as good at roller skating as you are at ice skating?" You ask.

"They're pretty similar," she says, rolling her shoulders a bit. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't faceplant this time either," she says, smirking a little. "Make sure you don't get distracted!" She adds.

"Distracted?"

"At the ice rink, people cover up, but for roller skating, it's the opposite! If you gawk at the girls you'll probably fall over and get hurt real bad."

"You think I could get some swelling like that?" She squints but nods. "If that happens, would you kiss my swollen part to make it feel better?"

She blushes. "A-as if!" She manages to regain her poise, crossing her arms. "You can handle that swelling all by yourself, which you probably do every day! And I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't swell to be that big anyway."

"I should be fine. The only girl who might distract me is you."

She blushes. "Y-yeah, because you'll be so jealous, of my moves!"

The car soon arrives at the skate park, which has maybe a dozen kids milling around, of both sexes; some talking, some skating. The girls are, indeed, wearing pretty light clothes, albeit with helmets and knee pads and such.

"Come on, Nanashi-san," Chanette says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the front desk. "Two sets of roller skates, and the knee pads, and stuff," she says. She gives your shoe size to the man.

"That'll be 35 dollars, ma'am," the man at the counter says.

Chanette glances at you. "You're the one who asked me out," she says, impatiently.

You take out your wallet and produce thirty-five dollars, putting them down, and the man counts it out before putting it in, giving you your change. He squats behind the counter, producing a pair of roller skates - one of which Chanette quickly takes and starts putting on, leaning forward in the process, which does interesting things to her very large breasts. Since her focus is on her feet, you take the moment to admire them - large, full orbs, hanging down, bouncing a little as her weight shifts here and there.

Finally she leans back up, her tits bouncing with her, and you take your own skates, starting to put them on as she affixes the knee pads and elbow pads, and then puts on her helmet. "You're so slow," she teases. "Maybe I should just get started without you."

"Then I'd only get to watch a beautiful girl roll around and jump and such," you say, not even glancing up, but she goes quiet for a moment.

"I bet you watch videos of that kind of stuff on the internet all the time," she sputters out. "10 hours footage of teen girls at the skate park?" She nods for herself, as you pull on your helmet. "Yeah. Definitely. You're that kind of guy." Once you're fully equipped, she speaks up again. "So, do you want to have me hold your hand again so you don't fall?"

"If you think it's necessary, I'll gladly hold hands with you," you say with a smile, offering your hand.

She blushes. "Don't make it weird!" She takes your hand in hers, dragging you along with her, and soon enough the old confidence comes back. She sometimes releases you for a bit so she can do more complex or difficult maneuvers, and you admirably do not fall down to the ground. At other times, she drags you with her, helping guide you in how to balance your weight so you don't fall, offering advice. She's got a kind of serene confidence born of ability, an easy smile on her lips.

After an hour or so, she drags you off to the side, clopping over to the vending machine and considering it seriously, looking over its contents in detail.

You skate as best you can over to her, a little wobbly on your feet, before coming to a stop beside her. "I suggest the CCs," you tell her, with a point. "Chocolate candies, a nice hard shell but soft delicious chocolate insides." Pretty much M&Ms from your world.

"Sure," she decides on, putting in a bill. The baggie flops down to the bottom, and she draws it out, cracking it open and popping one in her mouth. She gives a little hum of appreciation. "Wamf one?" She asks, offering the baggie towards you.

"Toss one in my mouth," you say, opening it wide.

She smiles and does so, and you manage to catch it. She giggles a little, and tosses another your way, which you just barely manage to catch. "You're pretty good. I guess there's more than one meaning when people compare you to a dog, huh?" She says, clearly smiling at her own wit.

"People are comparing me to a dog?" You ask, pretending to be confused.

"Yeah!" Chanette says, obviously gearing up. "A horn dog, that is!"

"Huh. This is the first I've heard of it," you tell her, pretending to be confused, rubbing your chin. "I don't suppose a good boy could get some pets out of the deal?"

She smirks, and tosses you another CC, this time in an underhand throw. You turn your head up, catching it, and before you turn it back down, she's got her fingers scratching your chin. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" She says it in the exactly correct cooing tone, switching back to Wesmeri as she does so.

"Woof," you respond, smiling, and you reach over to her, gently brushing your fingers through her hair. She blushes, but seems to only grow more determined to scratch your chin, unwilling to break off contact, a very self-serious look on her face. "Are you a good girl?" You tease her right back.

"Look at the cute doggy that thinks he's people," she responds. "A woof woof woof to you too," she says, smiling broadly as she does, her expression confident to the point of cockiness. "Sit," she orders.

Obediently, you descend to your knees, then assume a position with your legs crossed, sitting Indian style. She keeps on scratching your chin. "Good boy. Good boy." You reach for her other hand, trying to draw her down into your lap, but she giggles and resists. "Silly doggy. People don't sit in dogs' laps! Doggies sit in people's laps!" She pauses, then smiles, sitting down next to you, still scratching your chin. "Come on, put your head in my lap, like a good dog," she says, cooing, patting her thigh. "Be a good boy."

It seems you've successfully tricked her into asking you to put your head in her lap. You do so, it's not like there's any reason to refuse. Her school skirt doesn't reach the knee, so your cheek is soon pressed against soft thigh flesh. You take a couple sniffs, hoping to catch her smell, but it seems hard to make out, unless it's milk chocolate? But that's probably just the CCs.

She uses one hand to gently stroke your hair, petting you as you rest in her lap. The other hand feeds herself the majority of the CCs, but she'll occasionally pop one into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to lick and slurp at her fingertips, making her giggle each time. "Somebody's a hungry doggy," she teases.

When you finish eating the CCs together, she just pets you, softly humming some lullaby-like tune, running her fingers through your hair. "What a good boy," she coos. "Isn't it much nicer when you behave?" She keeps the cooing voice, but the question seems sincere.

You bark in response, and she smiles, scratching your ear. "Good boy. Good boy," she teases.

"You seem much happier like this, than with all the innueundos and protestations of sluttiness," you tell her. "It's a good look on you."

"If you think it's so good, stay a good boy and only bark for me," she says, smirking a little, confidence in her position growing as you obey her. You obediently bark.

The two of you sit like that for a while longer, her petting you, sweetly touching you without hesitation, running her fingers throug your hair. This is apparently helping her be more comfortable with you, so you go along with it, for a while.

Eventually, though, she pushes you out of her lap, getting to her feet. "Come on, let's get back at it," she says, taking your wrist to help you along. You follow with her, and when a sappy love ballad comes on, you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. She blushes. "Fine! We can dance!"

She takes your hands in hers, and the dance is quite chaste, all things considered, but her body does comes very close to yours, and her breasts brush against your chest here and again. She barely reacts to that, either positively or negatively, and just guides you in a fun few spins around until the music ends. "Happy?"

"Extremely," you tell her, smiling. "This was a great date. There's only one thing that would make the date better."

She quirks her eyebrow challengingly. "Oh?" She obviously expects it to be something lewd.

"A kiss," you tell her. She blushes. "No? I would have thought it would be no big deal for you..."

Before you can even continue that argument, she leans forward, pecking you on the lips. You're the same height, so it's trivial for her to manage, and she pulls back, crossing her arms, cheeks pink.

The two of you talk for a bit, but the date soon comes to a close, Chanette obviously embarrassed about kissing you so suddenly, but unwilling to admit it. Even a coaxing attempt to tell her that it's fine just makes her sputter defensively.

You wind up taking her back to her house, and she gives you a peck on the cheek before rushing out of the car, cheeks bright red. "Bye!" She shouts, not even looking at you as she does so.

"Bye," you call after her. "I look forward to our next date!" That just makes Chanette move faster, blushing brighter.

You sit back down inside the car. Shiiro's voice comes over the intercom. "Where to next, sir?"

"Let's just head home," you tell him. You lean back in your chair, closing your eyes and quietly enjoying the ride.

When you get home, you go to your mother's office, finding her working. She smiles as she sees you. "Welcome home, Nan-chan," she says, leaning back in her chair a bit. She pauses, glancing back at her computer screen. "I still have some work to do."

"That's what I'm here for," you say, stepping inside. "Is there any work you can give me, help you out a bit?"

She pauses, pursing her lips. She opens a drawer, and pulls out a pile of papers. "These fell and got disorganized, I haven't had time to correct. Order them, then go through and double check the numbers, and look for any problematic silos, like I taught you."

"Yes, ma'am," you tell her, with a smile, taking the papers. There's about three hundred pages of them, and you squat down at a desk to get to work.

An hour later, your mother stands up. "Right, I can help you with the rest of that," she starts, slowing and trailing off as she looks at the pages before you. You're obviously on the last dozen or so pages. She kisses your cheek, giving you a hug from behind. "That's my special young man," she says. "I'll go get you a bit of Koketi," she says, striding out.

She returns with the Koketi, placing it down in front of you, as you continue to work through the last little bit. She pauses at your side for a moment, then licks her lips. "Would you like Mommy to take care of you while you finish the work?"

"That would be delightful," you tell her, and she immediately slinks down under the desk, hands reaching for your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. Your cock is hard as it pops out, and she sniffs it warmly, as if it was the most pleasant smell in the world. "Though I'm not sure there's enough work left for me to fully enjoy your 'help,' but I'd certainly like to see you try."

She licks your head, running her tongue around it briskly, making you twitch a little, before speaking. "The obvious solution would be to distract you," she says, staring up at you behind her glasses, smiling with a certain wicked mischief.

"Good luck," you tell her, panting a little as she suddenly slurps down your cock, taking your manhood to the base. You look at the papers in front of you, trying to focus on the numbers, but your mother just grows ever more intense in her fellatio. She slurps, noisily, automatically drawing your gaze downward, and you catch sight of her, staring up at you, your cock buried in her perfect throat, as she suckles at your manhood. Her expression is both daring and confident, sure that there's no way you can keep your cool.

You try your best, turning your attention back up to the work before you, but Kimiko's talented with her tongue. She slithers it all around, teases your balls, noisily slurps and hums, closing her eyes, twisting her head this way and that. You groan in pleasure, closing your eyes, scooting your chair a bit further forward, in the process slapping your balls against her chin, and she hums in joy. "Y-you're right," you pant, putting the pen down. "I can't focus like this," you tell her, leaning back in your seat to watch her work.

She slows down her movement at that, slow and luxurious, one hand coming up to cup your balls. Her eyes stare up at you, and she smiles warmly around your cock, occasionally humming or moaning slightly. "This is the third time you've gotten my dick today. Did you not have the time to use Mariko to satisfy yourself, or is she just completely useless at it?"

Kimiko pops her mouth off your cock, stroking your spit-slick dick in one hand. "She's fine, but no airheaded bimbo could give me the warm satisfaction of the feeling of making my special young man feel such intense pleasure."

You grasp the back of Kimiko's head, directing her back down your cock, and she takes it back up without you having to do much work. You just let her set her own pace; the mix of slow and luxurious with the occasional fast and throaty just makes both better, the unpredictable nature of it making it better. Your mother's clearly forgotten the idea of trying to make you come as quickly as possible, and is drawing it out, now that you've given up on finishing the workload now.

"Thanks for helping with Momo this morning," you tell her, smiling down at her warmly. She blushes a bit at it. "It really showed how much you care, and it reassures me that you're the best person to manage my harem."

She smiles at that, pushing her way back down your dick, burying herself to the base, and lets out a soft hum of self-indulgence, and you just lean back and groan.

"It got me thinking about Minori and Fumiko," you tell her, stroking her hair. She raises one eyebrow, your dick still buried in her throat, and starts to slowly slide off. "I'm worried some other man might try to use them. Since I'm going to inherit the family fortune, wouldn't it be better if I-"

You're cut off as Minori steps into the office, simply pushing open the door. "Speak of the devil," you say. "Minori," you add, with a smile, dragging Kimiko's face into your groin, holding her in place. She doesn't moan, doesn't make a noise, just passively accepts your cock.

"Oh. I thought Mom was in here," she says. She glances around, then turns to leave.

"Wait," you say, holding your mother's face against your groin as you start a conversation with your little sister, her daughter. There's a very quiet sputter from Kimiko, but Minori doesn't seem to hear it, even though the feeling of her throat gagging around your dick is incredibly erotic. "I wanted to ask you a question about our mother." Minori straightens up a bit, expectant. Your mother twitches on your dick in response to that. "You really respect her, right?" Minori blushes a bit, but nods. "You want to be like her?" She nods again. "How much?"

"Our mother is the image of the proper Kusakabe woman," Minori says, primly, raising her chin as the 'image of the proper Kusakabe woman' has her eyes roll up in pleasure and asphyxiation as she's choked on your cock. "I try my best to emulate her."

You smile. "Thanks. That's all. I've still got some work to do," you say, with a gesture at the table. "Close the door on your way out, and I'll tell Kimiko you were looking for her."

Minori nods, exiting and closing the door. You let Kimiko off your cock, and she takes in deep, sagging breaths. Twin streams of tears streak down her cheeks, her eyes pink from the struggle. Her tits rise and fall with each breath, drool splattered on her chin and around her lips, and her eyes struggle to focus up at you.

You just grab her ponytail and slam her down your cock one last time. She orgasms, hard, noisily, moaning on your dick, eyes rolling up, hips jerking. Some splash of her juices seems to cascade down her thighs, and she sputters and moans. It's clearly a particularly intense orgasm, built up the whole time she was choked on your dick, and the feeling of her groaning and moaning on your dick, slurping and sucking, pushes you past the point of no return. You pull her back a little and let it out in her mouth - no sense refusing your mother the gift of your white chocolate cum, given that she did so well.

When you're completely finished, she swallows a couple times, licks your head within her mouth, and finally pops off. She tucks you back in before rising, going to collect some paper towels to clean off her face and thighs, while you lie there, still catching your breath.

When you catch your breath, you turn over your shoulder to look at your mother, who's cleaning off her glasses. "You heard her," you tell Kimiko. "She wants to be just like you, the image of a proper Kusakabe woman."

Kimiko smirks. "I don't think she meant it quite like that," she tells you, with a thin smile. She quirks an eyebrow. "You really want to screw both your little sisters?" You just offer her a cheesy smile of her own. "I'm busy with Mariko, and I suspect you can handle Minori on your own," she says, pointedly. "If she's interested, of course."

You turn your attention back to the paper, finishing up the last few pages. Kimiko rubs your shoulders and even goes so far as to hand-feed your Koketi as you work.

"Don't worry. I won't make Minori do anything she doesn't want to do," you tell her. "She's family, and you know I take care of family."

Kimiko leans forward, kissing your cheek. "That's my Nan-chan," she says, warmly.

"Incidentally, could I have some liquor? I was thinking of watching a movie with Fumiko, and I think she'd need some loosening up."

"Sure," Kimiko says, stepping over to her purse, pulling out her key ring and finding the key in question, which she soon hands over on its own. "That's the key to the liquor cabinet. Don't make a mess." She kisses your cheek, and then steps outside her office. A couple seconds later you hear her call for Minori. "Minori? I heard you were looking for me."

You go find Fumiko, who is lounging on the bench in the 'gym,' wearing her sports bra and short shorts. She blushes a bit as you enter, collecting her glasses and sitting up, hair still in a braid. "Hey," you tell her, with a wave of your hand. You raise a bottle of liquor, and Fumiko quirks an eyebrow. "Want to watch some TV with your little brother and just relax?"

"Where'd you get that?" She asks, in a mumbly voice. She shakes her head and laughs. "Sure." She stands up and stretches for a moment, a soft creaking noise from her body. "Let's go to the entertainment room."

She follows you, and you put on a sex comedy about two husband/wife pairs who get confused and wind up rearranging with one another. She lounges back in her seat, and you pour her a glass of liquor, which she takes and drinks as the film starts. "Mm," she hums, enjoying the taste.

You snuggle up against her, pouring yourself a drink. You let her take the lead on how to respond to the film.

As the movie starts, she's obviously a bit standoffish. It establishes that the main characters are two pairs of identical twins, separated at birth, who by a mixup wind up with identical names. The two girls meet the two boys, and both get married. Their honeymoon destination is the same place, and they wind up having a room mixup, leading to the confusion to start.

By that point in the film, Fumiko's a little tipsy, her cheeks flush. She leans against you, wrapping an arm around you, as she watches the movie. "See? No need for that weird crap," she says, with a little bit of a slur. "Just big and little sis, hanging out." She pauses. "Big sis and little bro," she corrects, ruffling your hair. "This movie's alright, I think."

On screen, one of the girls stumbles at exactly the right moment to send her beneath visibility, while her twin and her husband walk past, not-so-blissfully unaware. "You're like a totally different person now that we're married!" Her husband says, to the woman that is not actually his wife.

"I'm the same I've always been!"

"What weird crap?" You ask, pretending to be unaware.

"You know, about you wanting to fuck me and knock me up," she says, slurring her words again. She ruffles your hair again. "Just hanging out is so much better than trying to fuck your big sis."

"Are you sure you can handle that much alcohol?"

"I am fine. What, do I have to give you a handy to get to drink?" She actually squeezes your dick through your pants - then takes the liquor bottle and down a couple gulps of it before putting it down. "See? I'm totally coordinated, I just out thought and outplayed you. Proving once again, who is the wiser and cooler sibling."

On screen, the drama continues. "But your favorite color is red." "No, my favorite color is blue! I have told you this before!"

"I never said anything about knocking you up. What have you been imagining?"

"Oh, come on," she says, slapping your shoulder derisively, rolling her eyes. "Don't even pretend like it's not on your mind. I can tell you're into that stuff."

"I don't see how you could possibly know that."

"Well..." she walks her fingers along your shoulder, then flicks your nose. "Probably it's because I've walked past your room one of the half-dozen times you were fucking Noriko and Setsuko and telling them you wanna see their tits get bigger from having your babies?" She says, sourly, looking at you. "I'm not deaf, and you're not that quiet. Don't act like I'm the pervert when you're up there NTRing some guy and fucking an oyakodon dish."

"They want to be pregnant later on," you say. "I respect a lady's wishes on the subject."

"Uh huh," she says, in a deadpan. She tilts her head back to the television screen, her arm still wrapped around you.

You put your own hand on her thigh. She just grunts noncommittally in response, taking another sip of liquor from her glass, as the movie advances.

"I'm relieved it was those two you heard me with," you say, with a bit of a slur.

"What's that supposed to mean? You fucking Akiko too?"

"Ah, nothing, nothing," you tell her, hefting up the liquor bottle, refilling your cup and offering it to her. She lets you fill it, giving you a careful, watchful look. You snuggle into her, rubbing your torso against hers a bit, finally resting your head on her shoulder.

She scoffs. "You're such a dweeb sometimes," she says, before sipping down her drink. She gently ruffles your hair as you rest your head on her shoulder, not stopping you from stroking her thigh. The two of you quiet down to watch the film, which has a "twist" ending where the two couples agree to wife swap pretty regularly - it's not viewed as taboo, here, just ridiculous, but you suppose the contrivance of identical twins makes it just vaguely plausible to the average viewer.

You give her a peck on the cheek. "Regardless of how this turns out, I like you a lot, sis," you tell her, staring into her eyes. Your glasses are quite close at this point, only an inch or so apart.

"Yeah, I like you too," she says, awkwardly.

Your hand strokes a bit up her thigh, and she hiccups. "Hey, want to get some shut eye?"

She yawns. "Yeah, sure."

"We could cuddle in bed," you suggest, trying to make it sound like the most normal suggestion in the world.

She just yawns again, rising from the couch, scratching her belly briefly. "Sure. Why not. Nothing weird," yawn, "though."

You follow Fumiko to her room, and cuddle up behind her, wrapping your arms around her lanky, lithe body, both of you setting your glasses off to the side of the bed as you go to sleep.