Ms. Yoshiko

When Maria arrived home from work, she immediately knew something was wrong. Maybe it was a shift in the air of the house, maybe it was the sounds, which she hadn't noticed at first, but then became louder and louder.

She threw her bag over the couch and stood quiet. Noises. Weird noises, coming from upstairs. What could it be? Maybe Davi was playing at full volume. Or maybe...maybe he had brought a girl home? The more she listened, the more that second conclusion seemed to make more sense, as the weird noises started to sound more like moans.

Something told her not to go up. The idea of catching her son in the act was gross. She knew he was 18 and, at that age, those kinds of things happen.

Except a part of her still felt weird. Distant. Davi was not the kind of boy to do those things. That had never happened before. What could have changed? She felt a strange sensation in her chest and, surely enough, when she realized, she was already walking up the stairs.

Along the corridor, the moans became louder, and she could distinguish a few words in between them, the type of words that come out of mouths when the bodies are naked and the juices are flowing. Some came from her son, and a shiver ran up her spine. Others came from the girl. Girl. Who was she? For a moment, she thought she recognized the voice. It seemed...familiar. Oddly familiar.

It was when she silently approached her son's bedroom at the end of the corridor and peeked in through the half-open door that she recognized. The girl, or better yet, the woman with her son was none other than Lana Yoshiko, her dear friend.

Maria felt a jolt of electricity spread through her body and even though she was completely fine until a moment earlier, she was now out of breath. That was Lana? Lana Yoshiko? Her friend, her best friend, was in her house, without warning, in bed, with her own son.

The moans got drowned by the sudden drop in her blood pressure. Her legs shook like wet tissues, her back pressed against the wall as to not fall.

Lana was a Japanese woman, 47 years old, meaning she was 5 years older than Maria herself. She had long, dyed blond hair, large breasts, a nice ass. She was, all in all, an attractive woman. And it would be one thing to have her 18 year old son attracted to her, but to have them actually do it?

The other thing that raced through Maria's head was the fact Lana was married. She had been for a few years now and, as far as she knew, and Mari knew a lot about her friend, she had not divorced her husband. Which meant...

Maria came back to herself, the moans becoming clearer.

"Fuck me, baby...ohh yes, just like that...ahh fuck, babyyyy...fuck my pussy...fuck that pussy, ohh Goooood..."

Together with that came the wet sound of their sweaty bodies slamming into one another. Maria leaned back in, still shocked, but wanting to make sure of what she had seen. They were still in the same position. Lana was on all fours, getting her body slammed forward by Davi, while her son was positioned behind her like a machine, grabbing the older woman's hips, giving her all his strength. There was pleasure in his eyes, and a corrupt satisfaction in her words.

"You like that, uh? Yeah?" he said.

"Oh, baby, I love it...hnmm, shit, shit, my pussy is so fucking weeeeeughhht fvuuuuckkk...

"I guess your husband ain't giving you what you need, then," he said, increasing the rhythm, going harder on his mother's Japanese friend.

Lana smiled. "No, he hasn't...I need...fuck, I-I need your young, fat cock, hnmmm, yes, just like that, baby...just like...just..."

Maria watched her friend's upper body fall down on the bed, her ass still raised up, her teeth biting the covers, her hands grabbing the first thing they could find. Her body twitched and her head rubbed on the bed, as if the feeling was too much for her to contain. Then, she moaned, louder than before, wilder than before, and her body came to a stop, where only Davi was moving now. And soon her face became a view of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

"Fuck," she said, her teeth letting go of the covers, "I came so g-good, oh my God..."

"Yeah, you like my cock inside that married pussy, don't you?"

Maria could not believe the words coming out of her son's mouth.

"I do, I like it so, so much! Come inside that married pussy, hnm? Fill it like my husband can't, please. Pleaaase!"

Davi moaned, his rhythm steady. "Who's better than your husband?"

"You are! Oh God, you are, baby, so much bi-bigger and...and fat, you make me feel so good. I want this cock everyday. Will you give it to me everyday? Will you be my good boy, uh? And let me milk that cock every-"

"Fuck! I'm coming, Ms. Yoshiko, I'm coming! Fuuuck!"

Maria saw her friend increase pace. She was working him now, shoving her fat ass backwards towards his cock. And the moment he screamed louder, so did she, and Maria then knew what was happening, and Lana slammed back one more time and stood in place. Davi grabbed her ass, as if his soul was being drained.

A minute later, they were laying on top of one another, kissing and feeling each other's sweaty bodies.

Maria ran down the stairs.

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"Oh my God!" Lana screamed. "What are you doing here?"

Ms. Yoshiko had gone down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When she turned around, she saw Maria, waiting behind her.

"I got off early from work," Maria said, her eyes focused on her friend's. "I saw it. Everything."

Lana had put on her panties, but her naked breasts were still on full display, as well as her round fat ass and her flat belly with just a little fat at the bottom.

"You're weird," Lana said. "Who the hell watches her own son?"

"You're at my house!" Maria said, in a loud whisper. "With my son! He's only 18!"

"And?" Lana asked, taking a sip from the glass. "He's grown up, he knows what he does."

Maria ran her hand through her black hair. "You're kidding? This is so wrong. What is wrong with you? You are married."

"Ugh," Lana said, walking past her friend, "don't remind me of that. After today, I don't think I'll be married for long."

"What if Mauro finds out? I don't want my son to get into trouble. Or me. You need to stop this."

"Relaaaax," she said, sitting down in the couch. "He won't find out. He's too busy looking at other women on his phone."

"What?"

Lana took another sip, then laid the glass on the couch's arm. "I found a few videos last week, on his phone. Lots of sluts. Apparently, he had a 'porn' group with his friends, and they shared pictures and videos of the women they took to bed. 'Oh, such a shame I'm married, I would love to do this and that'" she said, imitating her husband's voice in a weird, annoying tone. "Motherfucker..."

Maria paced left and right.

"And you think that gives you the right to use my son as a...revenge tool? Really?" she asked. "You need to stop."

"Like I said, Maria, your son is all grown up. A man. A real man," she added, raising her hands equidistant, shaking her head up and down.

"Oh my God, I don't wanna know, this is so gross!" Maria said, turning her head around.

"Trust me," Lana said, "this big."

"But why him, Lana? You could've had any man. Why my son?"

Lana shook her shoulders. "I saw the way he looked at me every time I came over. C'mon, don't pretend you didn't. I just gave him what he wanted. God is so cruel, Maria; he makes Asian women with fat pussies and Asian men with tiny dicks. Your son just happens to be the perfect fit, ya'know."

Maria stared at her, motionless. What a daring woman! To not only have sex with her son, almost 30 years younger than her, but to talk about him like that.

"Now," Lana said, drinking the rest of the glass and getting up, "I have a round 2 to do."

"Are you kidding me?! You're really just gonna go up there and-"

Lana grabbed Maria's hands, holding them affectionately.

"Maria, honey, let me explain you something. This. Big," she said, moving her friend's hands. "He's hitting spots I did not even know existed, do you understand that? He's 18. He doesn't tire. I'm sorry, I love you, you're my friend, but your son..." Lana sighed in pleasure.

Maria looked at her hands. "Really?"

"Aham, and this girthy," Lana answered, making a round gesture with her hand, and Maria noticed how her fingers did not touch.

"Oh my...but still, I don't want to keep listening to you two fucking!"

"Then leave," Lana said, walking towards the stairs, "go for a drive, go for a walk, do something. And, think on the bright side, I'm old enough for him to not have to worry about children."

"Goddamn, Lana..."

The Japanese woman turned around, blowing her longtime friend a kiss, disappearing upstairs.

Maria sat on the couch, digesting the information. But when the nasty sounds from her son's bedroom started to drown the air, Maria quickly got up and left.

The last thing she heard was a plea for God, before closing the door and starting the car.

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"Oh my Goooood", Ms. Yoshiko moaned. She had just sat down on Davi's cock, taking him all inside her. She looked at him, like a dangerous cougar, and pressed her hands hard against his chest. "God, this feels so good..."

"Your pussy is so wet, Ms. Yoshiko," Davi said.

She laughed. "I like how you call me Ms. Yoshiko. Makes me feel in control."

"So you like being in control," Davi said.

"Aham, and I also like ceding control, if you're man enough to take it."

Davi slapped Ms. Yoshiko's ass, making it ripple, then grabbed it. Soon, the older woman started to move her hips, rubbing her pussy on Davi's groin. She moaned, louder with each movement, feeling his cock stretch deep inside her pussy. She hadn't felt so good in a looooong time, and she wanted to savour every second of it.

"Who owns this pussy?" Davi asked, slapping her ass once more.

Ms. Yoshiko smiled. "You do, baby. You do."

"Say it. Say your pussy belongs to my white cock."

Ms. Yoshiko moaned. "Ohh, baby, you're one of those guys, aren't you? The kind that gets off with that 'white and Asian' shit, aren't you? What would your mother say..."

"Say it!"

Davi moved his hips upwards, making his cock reach deeper inside Ms. Yoshiko.

"Fuck, yes...yes, my pussy belongs to your fat, white cock. Oh, God, this makes you harder! You like shoving that cock in-...fuck!...inside this married Asian pussy, don't you?"

Davi pulled Ms. Yoshiko towards him. Her ass raised, but his cock was still inside her, slowly pumping her sticky pussy.

"What about your husband?" he asked.

"Fuck my husband."

"Fuck his tiny Asian cock!" Davi said, increasing the rhythm, moving his hips up and down, bringing his cock almost completely out just to shove it all back in. "Fuck him."

"Oh my Goooood, baby, fuuuuck him...oh, shit, you're so...so big...your fat white cock! You like it? Like shoving that delicious cock inside my tight Asian pussy? Yeah? Yeah, baby, moan for me, fuck! Fuck, you're gonna make me come...you're gonna make me come, babyyyy!

Davi pounded her pussy from underneath, and just as she was about to come, he grabbed both her arms, locked them behind her back and increased intensity. Her pussy throbbed around his white cock, and the idea that he was taking her mother's friend's married Asian pussy filled him with the perverse desire for her.

Ms. Yoshiko screamed, creamed and squirmed on that white cock, in a way she hadn't in years. She always thought she was missing a lot after marrying Mauro, but now she was certain. There had always been a fat white cock right next to her, waiting to give her what she needed every time she visited Maria's house, she just didn't know it yet. But now? Now she knew that she wanted him inside her more than her own man.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Ms. Yoshiko screamed, "fuck, this feels so good, please, don't stop...ughh...Goooood, I'm coming again...fuuuuuuuuck..."

"Come for me! Yeah, just like that, fuck!" Davi shouted, tightening his grip around Ms. Yoshiko's wrists, pounding faster. "Yeah, good slut, I'm gonna bust inside that tight pussy!"

"Fuck...fuck, baby, yeeeees, bust inside me...fill me up...fill me...oh fuck, oh Jesus, fuck, oh my God!"

Their steamy breaths connected as Davi pulled Ms. Yoshiko in for a tongue kiss, and as they kissed, both of them faced release. Ms. Yoshiko growled inside Davi's mouth, her pussy squeezing his cock, her juices flowing out along his shaft, her huge tits pressing hard against his chest, and Davi himself came, his cum flowing the other way, reaching deeply inside the older woman's pussy. In his mind, he was addicted. Her pussy was like something he had never had before, and her eyes, the way she stared at him as her body went out of control...

Ms. Yoshiko panted. "Oh my God...I came so hard...I can't feel my legs, baby..."

"Hnmm, but I can still feel my cock," he said, thrusting deeply just once.

Ms. Yoshiko screamed. "Stop! I can't. I'm tired, please, let's just-"

But Davi turned the Japanese slut around and laid on top of her. She shouted. He brought her legs up, almost towards her head, and locked them under his heavy body.

"I'm not," he said. "I thought you said you wanted cock. You're gonna get it!"

"Please, Davi, I'm tired!"

"Say you want it, Ms. Yoshiko!"

He thrusted, holding his cock deep inside her.

"FUCK! I want it, but I can't...my legs..."

Davi raised his hips again, then brought it down hard against her pussy. Then again. And again.

For the past week, they had been fucking when Maria was at work, and every day Ms. Yoshiko mentioned how thirsty she was for his hard cock. That woman was insatiable. Now she was going to get it. Again and again. Until she was satisfied. Until he was satisfied.

He looked into her tiny Asian eyes, which turned over in pleasure, heard her loud moans and felt her strong orgasms ripple over her entire body many times that day, the sound of her wet pussy giving way to his length and his cum being pumped out, staining the sheets.

When they both finished, they laid on top of one another, waiting, resting. It was almost night, and they knew Maria would be coming home soon. Still, Ms. Yoshiko could not move, her legs having given up from such intensity.

She looked at him. So young. So pretty. So rough. Maybe being married wasn't so bad after all, if she could eat on the side.

"Do you really wanna keep this up?" Davi asked, looking at her sweaty brow. "Are you sure?"

Ms. Yoshiko smiled. And that smile meant more than any word.