The house was silent save for the soft ticking of the wall clock in the hallway: 1:17 AM. Moonlight spilled through the paper-thin shoji, painting silver stripes across the tatami. Aiko lay awake in her futon, thighs still trembling from the bath. Kenji's cum had leaked out of her for hours, warm and sticky, pooling between her legs. She'd changed the sheets twice already, but the scent of him clung to her skin like incense.
She couldn't sleep. Her pussy ached—not from soreness, but from *want*. Even now, hours later, her folds were swollen, slick, dripping anew at the memory of his thickness splitting her open. She slipped a hand between her legs, fingers gliding through her wetness, circling her clit with feather-light touches. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
Downstairs, a clink of glass.
Aiko sat up, heart racing. She padded barefoot through the dark house, her silk nightgown clinging to her curves, nipples hard against the fabric. The kitchen light was on—soft, golden. Kenji stood at the counter in nothing but loose sleep shorts, pouring cold barley tea from the fridge. His back was to her, muscles shifting under smooth skin as he drank deeply.
She watched him for a long moment, drinking in the sight. His cock—still half-hard even now—created a heavy bulge in the front of his shorts, the outline unmistakable. Aiko's mouth went dry. Her pussy clenched, a fresh trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thigh.
"Kenji-kun," she whispered.
He turned, startled, tea glass halfway to his lips. His eyes dropped immediately—first to her heaving breasts, then lower, where the hem of her nightgown barely covered her dripping core. "Okaa-san… I couldn't sleep."
"Me neither." She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the cool tile. The kitchen island stood between them, but she rounded it slowly, hips swaying. "I keep feeling you inside me. Even now."
Kenji set the glass down with a soft clink. His cock twitched visibly, thickening against the thin fabric. "I… I can still taste you," he admitted, voice rough.
Aiko reached him, pressing her body flush against his. Her massive tits squished into his chest, nipples dragging through the silk. She tilted her head up, lips brushing his ear. "Then taste me again."
She didn't wait. Her hands went to his shorts, tugging them down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free—fully hard now, thick and veiny, the head slick with a bead of precum. Aiko dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor, the cold tile biting into her skin. She didn't care.
Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the slit, savoring the salty drop. Then she took him deep—slow, deliberate, lips stretching wide around his girth. She bobbed gently, cheeks hollowing, one hand cupping his heavy balls while the other stroked what she couldn't swallow. Kenji's hand found her hair again, fingers threading through the damp strands.
"Okaa-san… your mouth is so warm…"
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Stand still," she murmured. "Let me worship you."
Aiko licked him from root to tip, tracing every ridge, every pulsing vein. She sucked his balls into her mouth one by one, rolling them gently with her tongue while stroking his shaft. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, fingers plunging into her sopping pussy—three at once, stretching herself as she moaned around him.
Minutes passed like honey. She edged him mercilessly—bringing him to the brink with deep, sloppy suction, then pulling back to kiss and nibble his inner thighs. Her ass jiggled as she shifted on her knees, pussy dripping onto the floor in shiny puddles.
Finally, she stood, turning to brace her hands on the counter. She looked back over her shoulder, nightgown hiked up to her waist, exposing her plump, glistening ass and the pink, swollen lips of her cunt. "From behind this time," she breathed. "Slow. I want to feel every inch."
Kenji stepped forward, hands gripping her hips. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, sliding through her slick folds. He pushed in—agonizingly slow—watching her pussy stretch around him, swallowing him whole. Aiko's back arched, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat.
"So thick… yes, just like that…"
He bottomed out, balls pressed against her clit. Then he began to move—not fast, not rough. Long, deep strokes that dragged against her G-spot with every withdrawal. The kitchen filled with wet, rhythmic sounds—her juices coating his shaft, dripping down his balls, splattering softly on the floor.
Aiko reached back, spreading her ass cheeks wider, giving him a full view of her pussy gripping him. "Look at it, Kenji-kun… look how wet you make your mother…"
He groaned, pace steady but relentless. One hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back further. Her tits bounced heavily with each thrust, nipples grazing the cold countertop.
They stayed like that for nearly an hour—slow, deep, intimate. Aiko came twice, her walls fluttering around him, squirting in hot bursts that soaked his thighs. Still, he held back, stamina endless.
At last, she turned in his arms, hopping up onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back inside with a slick glide. Face-to-face now, she kissed him deeply—tongues tangling, breaths mingling. Her nails raked down his back as he thrust up into her, the angle perfect.
"Cum with me this time," she gasped against his lips. "I want to feel it… all of it…"
Kenji's rhythm faltered, hips snapping harder. Aiko clenched deliberately, milking him with her pussy. With a shattered groan, he buried himself deep and came—pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed flooding her womb. She followed instantly, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, pussy spasming, squirting around his cock in messy arcs.
They clung together, trembling, as the aftershocks faded. Aiko's legs stayed locked around him, unwilling to let go. His cum leaked out around his softening cock, dripping onto the counter in pearly drops.
She kissed his jaw, his neck, his lips. "Every night," she whispered. "Every room. Until your father comes back… and even after."
Kenji rested his forehead against hers, still inside her. "Yes, Okaa-san."
The clock ticked on: 2:43 AM. The night was far from over.