After climaxing in her still-burning asshole, we showered together. Warm water cascaded over our sweaty bodies. Honami soaped Kenta's back, fingers circling his nipples slowly until tingles shot through. "Kenta-kun, don't get hard again. We're not done yet," she laughed huskily, kissing his shoulder hard.
On the sofa.
Kenta buried his face in her soft, hot J-cup cleavage. She stroked his head, offering a hard nipple. "Suck it." Kenta latched on, tongue swirling the tip. She moaned softly: "Mmm… feels good."
They kissed slowly—tongues tangling fiercely. Her hand stroked Kenta's cock, hardening again. "By the way… how old is Honami?"
Kenta asked playfully. She pinched his cheek lightly. "Rude question—punishment time," then smiled shyly.
"But as your slave, I obey… I gave birth to Hitomi at 18." Kenta calculated—mid-30s—but she looked so young. Smooth skin, perky tits.
"My debut paused for breastfeeding."
"Then what?"
"Pumped milk for her. Sometimes actors drank it. If you want to drink… I'll stop birth control."
Kenta imagined thick white milk flowing from those J-cup nipples… tempting, but instant pregnancy scared him.
She laughed, kissing his forehead hard.
"Next sex—what cosplay? I take finished outfits home. Hitomi wore a nurse one… it's in my closet."
"Ah, felt familiar," Kenta recalled Hitomi in it.
"Got a black latex detective one?"
"Of course. Happy you said—wait while I change."
She vanished into the room.
Kenta played an AV.
"Detective Girl Turned Sex Slave"
"Damn it, kill me already…!"
Honami in tight black latex—hands bound, glaring at villains. J-cups prominent.
"Wakamura Honami… you're our slave now."
"Never!"
"Refuse—your friend dies."
Toy gun to a girl's head. She screamed: "Nooo…"
"Stop! Don't touch her."
"Fine. Suck our cocks… beg nicely."
"Please… let me suck your cocks. Use my pussy… and asshole too."
"Rape this detective with your cocks." Then gangbang: deep-throat, cum all over, creampie mouth, ending with a facial.
"Oh, Kenta-kun, want to do that?" She returned in latex—tits even more prominent than video.
"No. Kneel and suck my cock. Slaves obey, right?"
"So happy you ordered. Want deep-throat anytime—just say… Want to see my tits?"
"No. Keep them covered."
"Got it. I'm a married female detective… forced to serve a man I don't love."
She stared into Kenta's eyes while speaking, licking his cock. Victory surged.
"Mmm… cum in my mouth fast."
"Shove my cock deep in your throat. Do good—I'll fuck your pussy and creampie you."
"Mmm… mmm."
She deep-throated—head bobbing slow but tight. Tongue swirled the head, sucking hard until cheeks hollowed. Saliva dripped down the shaft. Kenta moaned softly—ecstasy everywhere. Thought of Hitomi in this outfit… next time with her.
Phone rang—Hitomi calling.
"Wait—Hitomi."
"Want your slave sucking while you talk to your girlfriend?"
Honami kept deep-throating—quiet but intense. Tongue circled veins, head bobbing slow.
Kenta answered—she didn't stop.
"Hitomi, what's up?"
"Practice done. Free till dinner. We're going to a goat farm… but wanted your voice first."
"Happy to hear yours too."
"Mmm… what'd you do today?"
"Cleared games at home—fun. Doing homework now."
"Back tomorrow—pick me up?"
"Sure."
"…Mom say anything weird?"
Kenta eyed Honami sucking nonstop—tongue flicking the slit. Replied:
"Nothing special."
"Okay. Thanks. Gotta go."
"Take care."
Hung up—Kenta's heart pounded.
Honami pulled his cock out, unzipped revealing soaked pussy, turned ass toward him.
"Done talking to daughter? Fuck mom now."
"Rape the married detective to your heart's content." Kenta slammed in to the hilt. Hot pussy clenched instantly—walls gripping tight, drenched in juices. "Aaaah… raped by daughter's boyfriend's cock… turned into her boyfriend's sex toy…" She arched, smirking mischievously.
"By the way… is Hitomi mad?"
"Huh? Why?"
"She probably suspects what you're doing. I bet she GPS-tracked your phone. Called because she saw you at my house." Kenta froze—stopped thrusting.
"What? Hitomi noticed us? She said GPS?"
"Maybe? Hitomi's super jealous—so I think she did."
True—Hitomi got jealous fast. Questioned any girl talk. That vague question… made sense.
"…She must be furious."
"No biggie. If mad, it's at me seducing you."
Kenta stopped—but Honami rocked her hips, stimulating his trapped cock.
"Hey, Honami—not the time…"
"Hmmm… but this cock… fucking me makes me horny. Even if Hitomi-chan noticed, you already came in me. Too late, right?" She swirled hips—pussy clenching tight. Wet schlick sounds.
"Hitomi-chan's head-over-heels for you. Won't dump you over a fling or two. Anger's pointless. She'll probably masturbate tonight instead."
Honami teased—maybe true… but…
"Or sad our secret's out? Don't worry—I'll smooth it. Come on—continue… hurry…" She flipped—cowgirl, cock still inside.
Hugged his neck—tits pressing through latex.
"Oh, my turn for a call." She grabbed her phone—still impaled, answered on speaker.
"Hey, Hitomi. What's up?"
"Mom… question. Okay?"
"Sure. Ask."
Honami calm.
Kenta froze—no sound. She trembled lightly from his cock in her pussy.
"About Kenta… you didn't do anything weird, right?"
"Ah, so you GPS-tracked him. Hitomi, restricting your boyfriend like that's bad. And I didn't do anything weird with Kenta-kun. Know what? We just fucked since morning—don't worry."
"Huh…!" Hitomi gasped.
Honami smiled, continued:
"Well, I'm a slut. Today my pussy's full of cum. Amazing stuff. Shame I got inside first. Oh—you haven't deep-throated Kenta yet? But I did. Not your fault for not letting him. Couldn't help it."
Kenta stared—stop teasing your daughter.
"…Mom, you're an idiot! Worst! Give Kenta back now!" Hitomi sounded tearful.
"Don't worry. Tomorrow when you're back, I'll return Kenta-kun clean. Oh—but now I'm his second wife. Instead of returning, we share. Hitomi-chan legal wife—split 60:40?"
"Kenta, you promised Mom that? Unbelievable…! That's why I didn't want him meeting you…"
"What'll you do, Hitomi? Mad and dump Kenta-kun for cheating?"
Don't say that… Kenta wanted to deny—couldn't interrupt. Scary mother-daughter talk.
"No way. Won't say that. You want me to say 'Fine, Kenta-kun's not with Hitomi-chan anymore—I'll be his official girlfriend'?"
"Oh, true daughter—gets me."
"So I won't. Won't let you. I'm Kenta's number one—I love him most! Fine if you remarry, but find your own boyfriend, Mom!"
"Nope. I fell for Kenta-kun too. Hitomi—ignoring his desires, monopolizing him's wrong. Right, Kenta-kun?"
Hitomi silent—heavy awkwardness.
"…Mom, speaker on?"
"Correct. Kenta-kun heard everything while his cock's in my pussy. Ah—not your fault for not checking, Hitomi-chan?"
"…Kenta-kun, if you hear—answer. Heard all that?"
"Uh, yeah. Heard everything."
Hitomi sighed.
"…Kenta-kun, not mad at you. Tell me—how many times you cum today? Where?"
"Yeah. Once in her pussy, once in her ass, once tit-fucking, once blowjob in shower."
Honami delivered full-course as expected—top AV star.
"You did anal too… got it. Hanging up. But please—no more sex with Mom today. I love you, Kenta. Pick me up tomorrow. Won't contact till then. Not mad." Hitomi hung up.
Kenta lifted Honami, pulling his cock out. "Oh, Kenta-kun can stop without cumming?"
"Promised Hitomi—no more sex with you today."
"Yes. Love your seriousness. Great—we respect Kenta-kun's feelings. End it." Honami kissed his cheek lightly, stood, walked to bedroom—turned with sweet smile.
"Oh, right—looking forward to punishment tomorrow."
"Huh?"
Kenta asked repeat—she didn't specify. That night, text from Honami:
"Tomorrow I'll go straight to camp to pick up Hitomi with Kenta-kun.
So meet at my house 10:30 PM."