At the Miyajima Dojo, the air was filled with the rhythmic shouts of martial artists. Ethan walked in, ignoring the complex, longing gaze of the receptionist (with whom he'd once had a brief fling and whose name he'd completely forgotten).
The dojo was more crowded than ever. Ever since Sakura Miyajima had become a rising star in the kendo world, the place had become a pilgrimage site for admirers. Sakura had taken over as the primary instructor, attracting both girls who wanted to be like her and boys with unrealistic fantasies.
"Ethan! What are you doing here?" Sakura, wearing her kendo gear with her purple hair in a ponytail, spotted him. She ran over and hugged him.
Ethan kissed her cheek. "I had some free time. I came to see you."
Sakura knew there was more to it, but she was delighted nonetheless. "Dad, you take over the instruction," she called out. Under the jealous and curious eyes of the students, she led Ethan toward the residential area in the back.
As they entered the backyard, Ethan saw his target: Tsubaki Miyajima, the sexy MILF with a scorpion-braid hairstyle, sitting on the porch looking bored. She wore a thin purple sweater and tight jeans that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Compared to Sakura's youthful energy, Tsubaki had a "ripe" charm that triggered a man's primal instincts.
"Mom, look who's here!" Sakura chirped.
Ethan admired Tsubaki's body and said meaningfully, "Auntie Tsubaki, it's been a long time. I need to talk to Sakura in her room for a bit. Don't eavesdrop, okay?"
It was already afternoon. He had a few hours before the students left and the stoic, aging husband Soshu Miyajima finished work. He didn't want to waste time. He led the blushing Sakura into her room and slid the door shut.
Sakura felt a bit shy with her mother right outside the door, but she couldn't resist the chance to be with Ethan. Soon, under his kisses, she was ready. Her kendo gear, sports bra, and cotton panties were cast aside, leaving her tall, sexy body bare. Ethan stripped down and mounted her immediately.
As he plunged into Sakura's tight flower-path, he kept an eye on Tsubaki's movements through the thin door. He knew Tsubaki was sexually frustrated and had been subtly hitting on him since his first visit. Back then, he had been hesitant, but now, she was his first "experience-point" target.
Outside, Tsubaki watched the shadows moving behind the paper door. She tried to look away, but hearing her daughter's muffled moans, her eyes kept returning to that rhythmic shadow. Her mature, neglected body grew hot. Her thighs rubbed together, and her eyes grew misty. She reached a hand under her sweater and squeezed her own firm breast.
She hadn't tasted a man's touch since Sakura was born. She'd wanted Ethan from the start, but her pride as a mother had held her back. Now, hearing those moans, her resolve shattered. She bit her lip and slid the door open.
If I'm wrong, I'll just be embarrassed. But if I'm right...
With the door open, the truth was revealed. Sakura was on all fours, her head buried in her arms, her white buttocks arched high. Ethan was kneeling behind her, his massive dragon plunging in and out, bringing forth floods of honeyed fluids.
Tsubaki panted as she watched. She imagined that massive member entering her own ripe, tender cave. Both Ethan and Sakura noticed the door opening. Sakura stiffened in surprise, her internal walls clamping down on the dragon, making Ethan narrow his eyes in pleasure.
"Auntie Tsubaki, I told you not to eavesdrop, yet here you are, walking right in," Ethan teased.
Seeing it was her mother, Sakura relaxed. She finally understood Ethan's goal for the day. She gave him a reproachful look, but seeing her mother's flushed face, she just sighed. She'd known her mother was frustrated and had expected this ever since she'd heard about the Takamine mother-daughter trio.
"Ethan... harder... it feels so good..." Sakura moaned, greedily seeking more stimulation.
Tsubaki, seeing their reaction, felt emboldened. She stepped into the room and slid the door shut behind her. She leaned against the door, biting her lip, watching the live show and waiting her turn. Ethan gripped Sakura's waist and began to sprint, his dragon head battering her cervix and making her belly bulge with every strike.