The TV was running a news program starting at 6 p.m. Saturday about a crime committed by a religious group, but it wasn’t exactly big news.
Yatsuro, who was sitting on a chair in the dining room watching TV, turned his gaze to Yoshimi.
Yoshimi was washing the dishes for dinner for two at the sink.
Yilang looked at her back and thought, “Yoshimi will be ten years old next year, we can’t let her do this forever, and…
Yatsuro himself is uneasy about having Yoshimi come to the house.
Yilang was living with his son and daughter-in-law until a few years ago, when Yilang’s wife died of cancer five years ago. Thinking about his old age, the young couple offered to live together.
But not long afterward, his son died at the age of twelve years old in the midst of his favorite dive.
Their son would have been in high school and Phuong Mai would have worked as a teacher at a national elementary school, and they would not have had children.
Yoshimi became a widow at the age of twenty-seven, so the lack of children was considered an unfortunate blessing.
Yilang wants Yoshimi to be free and tells her that she can either move her domicile back to her mother’s house or live alone.
Yoshimi replied that she would have to wait at least until after the anniversary, but not being able to live in the same house, Yoshimi left Yatsuro’s house after her son’s seventh birthday and rented an apartment near an elementary school two stops away.
From then on, Yoshimi went to Yatsuro’s house every Sunday to clean, cook, and eat together before returning. She was like this from the time they lived together, a rare and good daughter-in-law.
By last spring, Yatsuro had retired from the city office and was again offered the position of curator at the city’s welfare facilities pavilion.
By the end of his son’s anniversary, Yilang brings up the matter of moving the household registration again.
“If and when it’s time to move out of the household, I’ll bring it up. Until then, it’s status quo, or Dad and I will become outsiders and won’t be able to come here anymore.”
Yoshimi didn’t agree and still came to Yatsuro’s every Sunday.
At this time, Yatsuro was pained by Yoshimi’s visit to his home. For at the age of sixty-six, Yatsuro was still in good spirits, and Yoshimi was a very attractive woman.
Yilang unknowingly no longer sees Yoshimi as a daughter-in-law, but as a woman. In the midst of fantasizing, the pair begins to have evil thoughts.
Yilang was confused about the situation, but the confusion and paranoia grew stronger.
Now, Yatsuro watched Yoshimi’s back with fiery eyes.
Yoshimi wore a gray sweater, a short black skirt with an apron tied around her waist, her long, raven-haired hair draped over her shoulders, and her long, slender legs peeking out from underneath her round ass.
Lifting her skirt and thrusting her rod into her core from behind, Yoshimi would sob and dance her long hair in frantic response.
Having such delusions again, and feeling his penis begin to swell, Yatsuro rushed to watch TV.
“Dad, take a shower, I’ll wash your back.” Yoshimi said as she turned around.
“Okay.”
Yilang stood up and went to the bathroom. It hadn’t been like this before when they lived together, but since moving out, it had become a habit for Yoshimi to help Yilang when he showered.
After soaking in the bathtub and coming out to wash her body, I heard Yoshimi say, “Daddy, can I come and wash?”
“Well, please.”
As in the past, after having the action of removing her pantyhose outside the bathroom, Yoshimi entered the bathroom.
“Trouble you every time.”
“Dad, that’s an understatement.”
After Yoshimi finished with a smile, she squatted behind Yoro and started washing her back.
“It’s not that I’m being polite, I feel embarrassed for you…haven’t you had a reliable man yet?”
“Does…does Dad hate me coming here?”
“How come? Someone like you will be pursued by men right away. I’m worried that you’re delaying your youth by rejecting others for my sake.”
“Please don’t say that. I’ve said many times that I’d like to take care of Dad like this.”
“Thanks, and I can’t help but rely on you when I hear you say that…”
“Dad’s talking out of turn again.”
After smiling bitterly, Yilang hesitated and said, “However, I’m getting progressively more bitter about you coming here.”
“Pain? What does that mean?”
Yoshimi’s hand on Yoro’s back didn’t move.
“Well…I don’t know what to say…”
“Go ahead.”
Yoshimi probed her body to see Yoro’s face.
Yilang felt nervous as he explored his body, with Yoshimi’s knees on the ground and her short skirt lifted up, and from the mirror in front of Yilang, he could see not only his snow-white thighs, but also his pink boxer shorts.
Yilang couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, and his penis that was hanging limply in front of him immediately filled with blood, like being possessed by a demon of desire, Yilang could no longer control himself.
Grabbing Yoshimi’s hand, she pulled it toward her crotch.
Yoshimi was too surprised to know what to do, but didn’t resist.
Yilang took a few moments to slip one hand deeper into his short skirt.
“Dad! Don’t do this, it’s not okay!”
Yoshimi desperately tried to withdraw her hand that was touching her penis.
“When I say I feel pain, it’s because you’re so attractive. I’m a man too, so I’m deeply pained.”
Yatsuro said as he pressed Yoshimi’s hand against his penis while his fingers invaded through the corner of his pants.
“No way! It can’t be!”
He met Yoshimi’s resistance, but the touch of his fingers on the mysterious place made Yilang’s emotions thrill.
With a squeak, a finger was inserted through the mouth of the meaty hole.
“Ahhhh!”
Delicate cries rang out from the bathroom. At the same time, Yoshimi stopped protesting.
Forming a stance where Yoshimi’s body was pressed against Yilang’s back, the two began to breathe heavily, and the more or less moist fleshy hole clamped down on Yilang’s finger as if there was suction sucking it inward.
The sensation excited Pengyirou even more, arousing lust. Fingers pumped and twisted in the fleshy hole.
“Ahh! No…ah…no…ah…”
As her fingers moved, Yoshimi wiggled her ass and let out a sharp hum.
“Yoshimi…”
Yilang let out a shriek as Yoshimi’s hand gripped the rod and rubbed it up and down.
Yatsuro stood up and turned to Yoshimi. Kneeling on the tile floor, Yoshimi wore an excited expression.
Yoshimi gazed at the large rod with a forty-five degree erection.
When Yoro picked up Yoshimi and tried to take off her sweater, Yoshimi pushed Yoro’s hand away and said in a husky voice, “Not here.”
Yilang sat down cross-legged on the sheepish quilt in the bedroom.
From the time I left the bathroom until now, my heart has been beating nonstop. Yoshimi had just said in the bathroom, “Wait for me in the bedroom.”
Yatsuro, who had recklessly attacked Yoshimi, had never expected this to happen, so it was as if he had been in a dream.
Phuong-mi’s husband has been dead for two years now, and her own desire for dissatisfaction may have been maximized by being left alone in this way.
From that perspective, what Yoshimi said in the bathroom is easy to understand.
Yirou looked toward his pajama pants, his engorged rod not quite at the level of a violent erection, but his penis, which was a bit larger than standard size in both length and thickness, had swelled to about one and a half times its usual size.
Yilang rarely played with women, and after his wife passed away, he only had a one-time relationship with a tavern waitress he frequented two years ago, other than that, he only masturbated a few times a year.
In this respect, it seems to be similar to Yoshimi.
Yirou lifted his head as he heard movement outside the bedroom. Yirou sits on his knees instead.
“Dad, turn off the lights.” Yoshimi said from outside the room, her voice a little husky.
“Oh, I…”
Yilang was also nervous. Originally, only the bedside lamp was turned on, and when the lights went out, the room was even darker, but the room was still visible.
The paper door was gently pulled open and Yoshimi walked in. Clad only in a large bath towel, she stood with her head bowed.
Yatsuro stood up and walked over to Yoshimi. Over a hundred years old, and still with his heart beating almost out of his chest.
“Will you look down on me?”
Yoshimi still shook her head with her head down when Yoro asked excitedly.
“It’s only right that you look down on me. You’re just too attractive…I couldn’t restrain myself when I saw your senhora pants just now…”
Yoshiro took Yoshimi to the bed and made her lie on her back.
Yoshimi didn’t say anything and turned her nervous face to the side. When Yatsuro, who was sitting next to her, removed the towel as if opening a treasure, Yoshimi immediately crossed her arms over her chest.
At the sight of the naked body lying in front of him, Yilang couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. All Yoshimi had on her was a pair of bikini trunks.
“So beautiful…”
Yilang’s voice was hoarse.
The white naked body formed beautiful curves as Yilang excitedly removed his robe.
As she gently pulled Yoshimi’s hands on her chest away, Yoshimi covered her face with her hands.
Yoro sucked in another sharp breath, exposing her breasts, which still managed to hold their beautiful shape while lying on her back.
Yoshimi’s breathing became rapid and her breasts rose and fell. Yoro’s face pressed against her breasts and her body pressed down.
Yilang rubbed his breasts with both hands while taking turns sucking on both breasts with his mouth.
“Ah…ah…ah…”
Yoshimi covered her face with her hands, letting out a grunt like she was having a hard time, twisting to have Yoro’s rod touch her lower body.
The nipples have swollen and hardened.
As if he wanted to savor the ripe flesh, Yilang kept caressing it with his hands and mouth, slowly moving downward, his hands touching the Senkaku pants.
Yatsuro slowly pulled on the panties as if he couldn’t bear to take them off. Yoshimi’s hands covered her lower abdomen while clenching her legs and wiggling her ass.
“Ah…that…don’t…”
Yoshimi made a panicked sound as Yilang picked up Yoshimi’s legs and took the toes in his mouth and sucked on them.
Yoshimi let out a sexy hum in her panic.
With that, Yilang spread Yoshimi’s legs apart and licked from the base of her feet to her thighs.
“Yoshimi, let me take a closer look.”
Yoro’s body went between his legs and reached down to lift and pull the lamp over.
“No!”
Yoshimi made a shy sound and put her hands over her face again, but she didn’t look like she was resisting any further.
Yilang put the carrying lamp by Yoshimi’s waist and turned on the light.
Yilang looked at the exposed pussy in the light and couldn’t breathe without opening his mouth because of his extreme arousal.
Yoshimi’s pubic hair was thick and formed a fan. There were also curly hairs around the fleshy slit.
The labia are beautiful in color and shape.
Yilang used both hands to gently pull the labia apart.
“Ah!”
Yoshimi sucked in a sharp breath and wiggled her ass.
The slit of flesh split open, revealing a reddish-white wet mucous membrane.
“Uh…don’t…”
Yoshimi let out a chirpy sound that aroused Yilang. Hands still covering her face, she wiggled her ass impatiently.
Yilang, too, was sky high with excitement, and hurriedly pressed his mouth against the slit, finding the nub to rub with his tongue.
Yoshimi immediately let out a sobbing grunt, probably no longer able to keep her hands on her face, gripping the sheet with both hands or writhing her body with a hand in front of her mouth.
After a short while of this, Yoshimi’s sobs became more urgent and her breathing more rapid.
“Ah…I can’t…I’m going to leak…”
Yoshimi’s breathing felt difficult. Yilang succeeded in sucking on the pussy nucleus.
“Ah! It’s leaking!”
Yoshimi let out a shuddering sound and her body jerked up.
“Leak! It’s leaking…ah…”
Letting out a lewd slurping sound, Yoshimi kept wiggling her ass.
After bringing Yoshimi to orgasm, Yilang began to get anxious as his part, which had begun to fill with blood, somehow sagged helplessly.
Yilang stroked Yoshimi’s nub with his fingers.
“Ah! Don’t do that! That won’t work…” said Yoshimi, wiggling her ass.
Yilang still continued to rub the nub.
“Ah…no…I’ll leak again…don’t…”
Yoshimi’s body trembled and she quickly climaxed again.
Yilang felt exceptionally aroused at the sight, yet his sagging penis remained powerless.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that…probably so excited that the blood was rushing to my head.
So ride Yoshimi’s face in a 69 position.
Without refusing, Yoshimi took the shriveled cock into her mouth, sucking on it and rubbing it with the tip of her tongue.
Yilang also licked Yoshimi’s slit with his tongue. In doing so, Yoshimi spits out the penis from her mouth.
“It’s not working…”
It seems to be wiggling its ass very sharply.
As Yilang looked toward Yoshimi’s inner slit, Yoshimi swallowed the cock into her mouth and sucked it again.
Yilang, who had imagined this scene many times in his fantasies, now felt as if he were in a dream.
But the penis never moved to engorge and even felt like it was paralyzed.
More anxiously, Yatterwan got up and sat between Yoshimi’s legs, rubbing his shriveled part against his slit.
“Ah…”
Yoshimi showed her Brainiac expression and wiggled her ass like she was urging for penetration.
Yoro’s hopes for an erection were again dashed.
At that moment in the midst of his impatience Yoro suddenly had an idea, a scene that often occurs in fantasy.
With a sense of what-if, he took Yoshimi’s hand and guided her over the slit.
“Yoshimi, I’m sorry, I’m really sentimental right now and there’s nothing I can do about it. You masturbate when you’re lonely too, right, can you do that for me?” Yatsuro said while pressing Yoshimi’s index finger on her pubic nucleus.
“It’s…”
Yoshimi shook her head and tried to pull her hand back.
“It’s too much! Get your hands off me.”
Yilang grabbed Yoshimi’s hand and said in a panic, “I’m sorry, the reason is not you. Instead, it’s because you’re so attractive that the blood rushes to the top of your head in excitement, and that’s why you’re like this. Please, let me save my manly face.”
“But…”
knew from Yoshimi’s fingers that there would be no more refusals.
“Then turn off the lights.”
“Yoshimi!”
Yoro looked at Yoshimi excitedly, knowing himself that the expression had changed.
“Uh, okay.”
Yatsuro extinguished the lifting lamp and curled up at Yoshimi’s feet.
“To do such embarrassing things in front of other people…”
Yoshimi murmured, spreading her legs and reaching for her lower abdomen with her right hand.
Gazing at the slit with eyes that were quickly becoming accustomed to the darkness. Yoshiro knew that Yoshimi herself was aroused by the excitement.
Yoshimi’s right index finger slid down the slit, found the bulging nub, and began to draw circular caresses.
“Ah! Ah…”
While letting out a grunt, she wiggled her ass as if she was hard to resist and rubbed her breasts with her left hand.
Turns out that’s how she comforts her fully matured flesh every time.
As Yoro thought about it, the darkness of the room created a feeling of voyeurism and excitement unlike usual. He was also particularly aroused by the fact that he was seeing a woman masturbate for the first time.
At this point, Yoshimi put her knees up and the hands that were fondling her breasts reached down to her crotch, the fingers of her right hand caressing the nub of her pussy and the middle finger of her left hand rubbing at her fleshy hole.
“Ah…well…already…”
After Yoshimi let out a grunt, she inserted the middle finger of her left hand into her fleshy hole and continued to caress her pussy nucleus while pumping her finger in and out.
So that’s how you get it.
At this point, Yilang’s crotch object finally began to fill with blood.
“Mmm…so good…ah…can’t stand it…”
Speaking like a dreamer, writhing her ripe naked body.
“Yoshimi, you’re already satisfied with your fingers. Isn’t it time you wanted something from a man?”
Yoshimi nodded excitedly when Yoro said that.
“Want to stick it in?”
“Mmm…stick it in…faster…”
Seeing Yoshimi, who was wiggling her ass and urging, Yilang was eager to thrust in immediately. At this moment, he was finally able to utilize the power of his age.
“What about trying to stick me there? Ah…don’t rush me.”
Yilang pulled Yoshimi’s hand away and rubbed his own rod against his slit.
“Won’t stick this thing in until Yoshimi says so, come on.”
“Ahh…I can’t…just stick Daddy’s one in…”
“It’s not okay to say it like that. You do know, name the man’s this and the woman’s this, or it won’t work.”
When Yilang rubbed his glans against his pussy nucleus or hole, Yoshimi couldn’t help but wiggle her ass and said, “Ahh…hurry up and insert daddy’s rod into my pussy…”
Yoshimi finally said what Yilang asked for. Hearing Yoshimi’s words, Yilang gets even more excited and immediately thrusts his rod in.
“Ah…uh…”
Possibly finally satisfied, when the rod, which had a slightly weaker erection in the first place, but still had enough thickness and length to penetrate, Yoshimi tilted her head back and let out a humming sound like she had reached an orgasm.
“Ah…Yoshimi’s pussy is a famous tool, drawing my rod clenching towards it…”
Yilang pressed down on Yoshimi’s body to enjoy the pleasure.
“Ah…Daddy…”
Yoshimi let out a grunt and wiggled her ass like she was urging for thrusts.
Yilang began to thrust slowly. Yoshimi let out a sob.
At this point, after picking up Yoshimi, Yatsuro laid himself on his back and adopted the woman-on-top horseback riding position.
Yoshiro lifted his hips slightly and Yoshimi bent her upper body, placing her hands on Yoshiro’s chest as her hips began to bob up and down.
“See?”
As Yilang watched the rod move in and out of his meaty hole, Yoshimi lowered her head to watch as well.
“Aww…shame on you.”
Yoshimi finished and sat up straight. Yilang reached out his hands to fondle the breasts. Yoshimi grabbed Yilang’s arms and wiggled her ass defiantly.
“Ahh! So good…so good…”
“Where’s the comfort?”
“Cunt! Pussy is too comfortable to handle.”
“Does Yoshimi like to fuck?”
“Like! Ah…I need to get more comfortable!”
Yoshimi’s ass twisted rhythmically, the glans rubbing against her womb, and this seemed to give Yoshimi immense pleasure.
“Yoshimi, will you come back to my place before you remarry?”
Yoshimi nodded as she wiggled her ass.
Although Yilang asked this, Yilang himself was not sure if Yoshimi could remain calm when she actually had a man.