[KEED-90] Is It Really Betrayal If We Just Touch? I Succumbed to My Girlfriend’s Tempting Mother During a Weekend Visit and Couldn’t Stop Myself

I was supposed to be the good boyfriend, just crashing at her place for the weekend, but the moment I saw Himuki Kaoru, all bets were off. She’s Mizuki Kanae’s mom, but damn, she doesn’t act like it—those big tits were practically spilling out of her robe, and she had this sly smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing. We were alone in the living room, and she ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand against my thigh, whispering, ‘Just rubbing isn’t cheating, right?’ My heart raced as I nodded, too turned on to think straight. Before I knew it, her fingers were wrapped around me, giving me a handjob that felt like heaven, her mature hands working me with a skill that screamed she was no stranger to this. I came hard, guilt washing over me, but she just laughed, a slutty glint in her eyes, and said, ‘Don’t worry, baby, we’re just getting started.’

The next day, it was like a game to her, this married woman teasing me every chance she got. She’d bend over in front of me, letting those big tits sway, or whisper dirty things about how much she loved a young cock. I tried to resist, but the temptation was too much—her solowork on herself in the next room had me listening through the wall, imagining her touching herself while thinking of me. When she caught me watching, she didn’t stop; instead, she moaned louder, inviting me in. I couldn’t help it, I joined her, and she took control again, her handjob turning into a frenzy that made me come multiple times, each explosion fueled by the shame of betraying my girlfriend.

By the end of the stay, I was a wreck, drained and guilty but addicted to her touch. Himuki Kaoru played me like a fiddle, that mature woman knowing just how to push my buttons. She’d smirk and call me her ‘little secret,’ her big tits pressed against me as she finished me off one last time. I came with a shudder, realizing I’d been seduced by a total slut, and part of me didn’t even care. As I left, she winked, saying, ‘Anytime you need a hand, you know where to find me.’ The memory of her married woman hands on me haunts my dreams, and I’m already craving more.