The sound of the bed hitting the wall was the only noise in the room.
Seiji held Haruko's hips, pulling hard toward him.
She was on all fours, her face buried in the pillow to stifle her cries. It was the first time they'd tried this position.
Seiji liked the view—the curve of Haruko's back, the way her hair spilled over his sheets. Not to mention her round ass.
Position with the total lack of the "polite stepmother".
Stepmother? Pump… pump… Hungry slut, if anything.
Taking Haruko from behind felt awesome. Made him want to drive into her harder and harder.
With every thrust, she'd let out a muffled wail. She was trembling, her arms shaking as she tried to keep herself in place.
And with every thrust, every inch of her sweet ass bounced—right before Seiji's eyes.
What a sweet booty! And I get to have it the way I want to.
Seiji felt a surge of pure satisfaction.
His life had reached a perfect balance. He'd spend nights with Yumi—soft, emotional, and desperate. And his mornings and afternoons belonged to Haruko—intense, passionate, and risky. Mature. Adventurous.
Two women, both obsessed with him, both living under the same roof. Honoring the truce he had demanded.
At eighteen to achieve such a high… To be the master of his own world.
Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll never forget it!
Seiji slammed into Haruko even faster. Her wails started to sound like sobs. Her body convulsed, muscles clamping tight around Seiji.
She shook in a sharp orgasm, and Seiji himself couldn't hold any longer.
Fuck!
He slammed her butt cheeks into his hips, shooting deep inside her. She howled, and plopped on the bed, and Seiji collapsed on top of her.
They lay like that for a long time.
Seiji could feel every inch of her back burning against his skin.
It's too bad I have to pull out at some point.
At length, he rolled to the side, his cock sliding out of his stepmom with a wet pop.
"Ah," Haruko moaned.
Her hair was a mess, and her face was flushed, but she looked totally blissful.
"That was a good position," Seiji said, circling her naked ass with his hand.
"Mmm," she replied, inhaling sharply.
She looked at him and smiled. She looked like she wanted to say something. But then she didn't. She just smiled again.
Seiji brushed her hair off her face.
Her gaze wandered to his desk, landing on a piece of paper on the edge.
"What's that?" she asked softly.
Seiji turned his head. It was a printed picture of the crest. From his grandfather's letter.
"It's a family crest," Seiji said. "I'm doing some research into it. Into my grandfather."
He didn't mention the amulet.
He didn't mention what he thought of his grandpa.
It's too early to tell her. Even I knew what to say... Would she even care?
"Research?" Haruko asked, propping her head on her hand. "That sounds mysterious. What have you found out?"
"Not much—yet," Seiji said. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall. "It's harder than I thought. Not a lot of information to go by. I found an expert who specializes in old bloodlines and insignia. But he's expensive. He wants a huge retainer just to start looking into it."
"Huge? How much?"
He told her about his trip to the antiquary.
Haruko looked at him, and her eyes lit up.
"Seiji," she said. "Remember the letter I received yesterday? It was from a lawyer back in my hometown."
What does that have to do with Grandpa?
"It turns out I'll get an inheritance," she continued. "A small plot of land and some old accounts from my grandmother's side. I didn't even know about it. So unexpected!"
She squeezed his hand, her eyes full of devotion.
"It's not a fortune, but it's more than enough. And of course I'll give you the money for the expert," she promised.
Seiji felt a rush of warmth. She wanted to help. She was investing in his future.
"Thank you, Haruko," he said.
He looked at her lying next to him. So willing, so loyal. The best stepmother there could be.
The sexiest stepmom ever…
He reached down and gently pushed her legs apart again.
She gasped as he entered her.
She deserves another orgasm.