Morning came too fast.
Seiji blinked awake in his room, the ceiling washed in pale light.
His body was warm—tired and relaxed at the same time.
Last night's memory flickered.
Yumi.
Her body.
Her orgasm.
Her words.
"I love you, Seiji. I love you like I've never loved anyone before."
ANYONE!
EVER!
Seiji stirred.
The importance of what Yumi had said still lingered with him.
His sister—a married woman, the mom of a cute baby girl—had confessed that she loved him more than any of them.
ANYONE!
And then she had fallen asleep in his arms, spent and happy…
What triumph could ever compare to this?
Seiji put his hands together, Thank you, and rest in peace, Grandpa!I'm forever in your debt.
A creak.
The door quietly slid open, and Haruko entered his room.
Seiji looked at her, both surprised and relieved at the same time.
If I'd stayed longer in Yumi's bed…
If Haruko came looking for me…
If Dad had woken up…
Oh, that would've been quite a drama.
"Are you awake?" Haruko's voice was careful.
Seiji just looked at her. That was enough of an answer.
She sat on the edge of his mattress, her motion slightly shifting the sheets. She smelled of morning coffee and expensive soap.
"Good morning," she said.
Seiji pushed himself up on his elbows.
"Good morning".
She leaned down. Her lips were cool against his.
Then she pulled back, her eyes narrowing slightly. She stayed there, scanning his face again.
"How did you sleep?" she asked.
"Fine."
He felt more than fine. But that wasn't something he was going to talk about.
"Really? That's nice."
Her gaze lingered on his neck, then his chest. She didn't move away.
She sort of shook her head, and her hand slid under the covers.
Her fingers were cold. She found him and began a slow, rhythmic stroke.
Seiji watched her.
What's on her mind? She looks like she's thinking something over.
"Is this helping?" Haruko asked.
The same question as last time? Same excuse?
"Yes," he muttered.
"You look tired," she said softly. "Rough night?"
Seiji's heart jumped.
Rough night.
If only she knew.
"No," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "I slept well."
A tiny smile tugged at her lips. A private little smile full of doubt.
She moved lower. The covers were tossed back.
She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth.
She stopped almost immediately. She frowned, her tongue darting out to taste her lip. She looked up at Seiji, her eyes searching his.
"Slept well?"
Shit! Can she taste Yumi's scent on me?
Seiji's heart hammered against his ribs. He didn't blink. "Yeah."
Haruko didn't respond. She went back to work, but the pace had changed.
It was more aggressive. Targeted.
She sucked him with a deliberate intensity, her eyes fixed on his face, as if she were trying to pull the truth out of his marrow.
She's got an awesome mouth. Oh fuck…
Seiji was beginning to forget about last night. His stepmom's sloppy sucking blocked everything else from his mind.
She opened her mouth, licking his length up and down, flicking the sensitive skin just beneath the tip with her tongue.
That was too much.
"Wait…" Seiji groaned, trying to reach her with his hand.
"Just cum," Haruko panted, continuing to lick.
Seiji broke. He arched his back as he came, the release hitting him with a sharp edge.
"Fuck!"
He felt like the entire lower part of his body was pulsating, firing spurts of cum toward his stepmom.
Haruko didn't move. She stayed there as it hit her cheeks and her chin. She just watched it, still squeezing him.
She looked like a statue caught in a storm.
Cum storm.
Fuck! This sight is awesome! My fucking masterpiece.
Seiji reached out, his thumb catching a stray drop near her eye. He gave Haruko a smile.
"You look so pretty like that, mom."
He had never used the word with her before. But at that moment he felt that was what she needed.
She deserved it.
The word was a stone dropped into a deep well.
Haruko froze. A flush climbed her neck, deep and sudden. She looked at him with intensity.
Hunger… and doubt… and pain—all mixed together.
"Don't say it unless you mean it," she whispered.
Her voice cracked. She stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and left without looking back.
The door clicked shut.
The house was quiet again.
Seiji exhaled slowly, amulet gradually calming down on his chest.
One house.
Two women.
One had completely surrendered, and another was falling.
He was going to have his hands full.