The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant Tokyo traffic. I had just turned twenty-two, back from university for the summer, and Mom was already in the kitchen wearing that thin silk yukata that clung to her curves. Yumi, my mother, had always been strict, elegant, the perfect Japanese widow who raised me alone. But lately her eyes lingered too long when I walked around shirtless after a shower.
That night the heat was unbearable. She poured us cold sake and sat close on the tatami. "Hiroshi, you're a man now," she said, voice low. Her hand brushed my thigh as she reached for the bottle. I felt my cock twitch instantly. She noticed. Instead of pulling away, her fingers stayed, pressing lightly against the growing bulge in my shorts.
"Fuck, Mom," I muttered, the word slipping out raw. She smiled, a dirty little curve of her lips, and slid her hand inside my waistband. Her fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking slow and firm. "You've been walking around hard for me all week," she whispered. "I see the way you look at my tits through this robe."
I grabbed her wrist but didn't stop her. She pumped me harder, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. I yanked the yukata open. Her heavy breasts spilled out, dark nipples already stiff. I sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. She smelled like soap and skin and sake.
Mom pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She was wet already; I could feel her shaved pussy lips sliding along my cock as she ground down. "Put it in," she ordered, voice thick. I thrust up and sank into her tight heat in one stroke. She was burning inside, gripping me like she had been waiting years. She rode me hard, tits bouncing, the wet slap of her ass on my thighs filling the room.
I flipped her onto all fours and slammed back in. Her cunt squeezed every time I bottomed out.
"Harder, son," she begged, pushing back against me. I pounded her, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching under to rub her swollen clit. She came first, shaking and cursing in Japanese, juices running down my balls.
I pulled out and flipped her again, shoving my cock between her tits. She pressed them together and licked the tip every time it reached her mouth. When I couldn't hold it, I came all over her face and tongue, thick ropes she swallowed with a hungry moan.
We didn't stop. She sucked me hard again and rode me reverse, letting me watch her ass swallow my dick. By dawn we were soaked in sweat and cum, her pussy puffy and used, my cock still twitching inside her. She kissed me deep, tasting of both of us. "This is our secret now," she whispered. "Every night you're home."
I pulled her close, already hard again, and slid back into that perfect wet heat. The Tokyo lights glowed outside while we fucked slow and filthy until the sun came up.
