Mafuyu stood up from the armchair where she'd been waiting, still wearing a beautiful white silk nightgown that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she shyly approached the bed.
"It's already 1 AM," she whispered. "Is there anything left for me, honey?"
"Not sure about that, Mama-fu," Makoto murmured, eyeing her heavy, milk-laden breasts. "Maybe it can recover after some nursing." He gently pulled Mafuyu in and started suckling.
Mafuyu gasped, her whole body stiffening for a moment before melting completely against him. As his mouth latched onto her nipple and he began to suckle, a rush of maternal instinct mixed with arousal flooded her body.
She looked down at him, her eyes swimming with love, her hands instinctively coming up to cradle his head, fingers gently combing through his hair. "Ah… mnnh…" she hummed, a soft, melodious sound. "You're… you're really hungry, aren't you?"
When the first drop of thick, sweet colostrum hit his tongue, Mafuyu's eyes widened in wonder. She felt it too, the drain and the connection. A flush spread across her face and her chest. "Oh my…" she whispered, her voice trembling with pride. "Yuna-chan was right… I'm producing, for you and our baby."
She pressed his face deeper into her soft, heavy breast, smothering him in her warmth and scent. She offered herself up completely, arching her back slightly to give him better access.
"Drink, Makoto-kun," she cooed, her voice dropping into that soothing Mama tone that made his brain turn to mush. "Drink your fill. Let Mamafu recharge you. It's good for you… full of nutrients…"
She watched him feed with a smile on her face. To her, this was the ultimate act of service. She was nourishing the man she loved, the father of her child. "Is it good, Makoto-kun?" she asked softly, using her thumb to wipe a stray drop from the corner of his mouth. "Does it make you feel stronger?"
She slowly climbed onto him, straddling his hips with care. She was careful not to put weight on his tired legs, settling her knees on either side of him. Her silk nightgown pooled around her waist, revealing her round, pale belly and her soft, unshaven sex.
"You've worked so hard for us tonight," Mafuyu whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his lips, sharing the taste of her own milk with him. "Now… just lie back. You don't have to move. Let me take care of you."
Mafuyu lifted her hips, positioning herself over Makoto's semi-soft cock. With the patience and gentleness the others lacked, she slowly lowered herself. She didn't force it, just used her own wetness and warmth to coax him back to life, swallowing him inch by inch.
"Haaah…" She let out a long, shaky breath as he filled her completely. "There. You fit perfectly, like coming home."
She started to move with a slow, rolling grind that was meant to soothe as much as it was to arouse. She rocked back and forth, her breasts swaying gently in front of his face, inviting him to nurse again.
"I love you, honey," she whispered while her forehead rested against his, her eyes locked on his with a burning intensity. "Thank you for saving me and giving me this family. Thank you for making me a mother."
She smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm yours, Makoto-kun. Forever."
"You're making it too sentimental, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto gasped, feeling touched and embarrassed at the same time. He turned away, not daring to look into her eyes. "I… I love you too."
He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of the harem king persona. "Now turn around. I wanna see your thick ass bouncing on me instead."
Mafuyu giggled, making a bell-like sound that vibrated against his chest. She saw the red tipping his ears and the way he looked away, and for the first time tonight, she felt a surge of confidence.
"Oh… is my sentimental talk too much for you, Makoto-kun?" she teased gently, tracing the line of his jaw. "You're blushing, honey. It's adorable."
But she obeyed his command instantly. She lifted her hips, sliding off his cock with a wet schlick sound. She turned her heavy, voluptuous body around, careful with her balance, until she was facing his feet.
"How is my ass?" she whispered, glancing back over her shoulder with a shy smile. She ran a hand over her own hip, feeling the soft flesh. "I've gained so much weight there… I worry it's too big…"
But she still positioned herself, spreading her fleshy, pale cheeks with her hands to guide him back in. "But if you want to see it… then look. Look at your Mama-fu's big, heavy bottom."
She sank down again. This time, the angle was deeper, hitting a spot that made them both groan immediately. Her ass really was thick, pillowy, and warm, swallowing his cock completely. As she settled all the way down, her butt cheeks pressed firmly against his thighs, spreading wide to accommodate his girth.
"Haaah…" Mafuyu sighed, throwing her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back, tickling his knees. "It feels even deeper this way."
She started to bounce. It wasn't the grinding of Ayane or the frantic pounding of Yuna. It was a rhythmic and hypnotic bounce. Every time she came down, her ass cheeks clapped against Makoto's thighs with a loud, wet smack. The flesh jiggled beautifully, waves of softness rippling with every movement.
"Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly, looking back at him. Her face was flushed, shame and intense pleasure written all over it. "Is it bouncing enough? Can you see how… how easily I take you?"
She reached back, grabbing his hands and placing them firmly on her hips. "Hold me! Grip me tight!" she pleaded. "Leave marks on my ass so I know I'm yours. Use me like a pillow, or a cushion… whatever you need."
Mafuyu picked up the pace, the smack-smack-smack becoming louder, echoing in the quiet room. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, out of his sight but clearly feeling the motion.
"Little Makoto likes it too," she panted, her logic completely consumed by the pleasure. "He's rocking to sleep while his daddy rocks his mommy. Oh god, Makoto-san, you're hitting my womb! It feels so good!"
"I can never get tired of this, Mafuyu," Makoto groaned, slapping her ass, groping and fondling the soft flesh greedily.
Mafuyu squealed, making a delighted sound as his hand connected firmly. The impact sent a visible ripple through her buttocks, her skin turning a lovely shade of pink where he struck her.
Far from shying away, she pushed back against his hand, arching her spine to offer him more. "Ahh! Yes… hit me…" she panted, glancing back over her shoulder, her hair wild and messy. Her eyes were glazed with masochistic pleasure. "Make it red, leave your handprint on Mama's ass! Show me I belong to you!"
She loved this. For years, she had hidden her curves under baggy clothes, ashamed of taking up space. Hearing that he couldn't get tired of her heaviness, feeling him grope her greedily, it healed something deep inside her.
She grabbed the sheets, anchoring herself as she increased the tempo. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of her heavy ass cheeks colliding with his thighs filled the room.
"I was so worried…" she confessed breathlessly, her hips rolling in a wide, milking circle that ground his cock against her deepest spots. "I thought I would get too fat, that you'd get bored with a plain, chubby housewife. But you love it! You love using me…"
She squeezed her internal muscles, clamping down on him with a strength that belied her gentle nature. "I can feel you getting bigger inside me… are you close, Makoto-kun? Do you want to fill Mama up?"
She reached back, guiding his hand from her ass to her hip, then down to her clit, spreading her wet folds for him. "Fuck me…" she begged, her voice breaking. "Touch me while I ride you. I want to cum on your cock. I want to give everything to you!"
Makoto groaned, his hand teasing her clit until she pushed over the edge. Makoto held himself back from cumming inside her, pulling out at the last second to spray his cum all over her ass.
Mafuyu screamed as she climaxed, a high, broken sound muffled only slightly by her biting into her own wrist. Her inner walls pulsed violently, missing him as he pulled out.
Makoto's hot seed sprayed across her round, flushed buttocks, decorating her pale skin in thick, white ropes. It ran down the crack of her ass, pooling on the sheets.
She collapsed forward, panting heavily, her body twitching. "Feel so good…" she whispered, looking back at the mess on her skin with wide, wonder-filled eyes. She touched it tentatively, then brought her fingers to her lips, tasting him.
Then something shifted in her expression. The gentle, submissive mask cracked, revealing a flash of the selfish desire she had learned from the others, from the permission he had given her back on their date.