Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1238: Kasumi Feeling Left Out

I stayed wrapped around Jayden’s soft, exhausted body until her breathing evened out into deep sleep. Her arms stayed locked around my neck even after she drifted off, face buried against my chest, thighs still sticky with the mess we had made earlier.

I didn’t pull away. I just held her until sleep took me too.

When my eyes opened again, the room was dark. The clock on the nightstand glowed a little past midnight. Jayden was still curled against me, dead to the world, lips slightly parted, one leg thrown over my hip.

I carefully untangled myself, pressed a quiet kiss to her forehead, and slid out of bed.

My cock was half-hard again just from the heat of her body, but I ignored it, grabbed a towel from the chair, and wrapped it low around my waist before padding out into the hallway.

The house was silent. I headed for the kitchen, poured a glass of cold water, and drank half of it in one go. When I turned around, Kasumi was standing in the doorway.

She wore a thin silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the front loosely tied so a deep line of cleavage showed every time she breathed. Her long dark hair was down, a little messy, and her eyes were fixed on the floor.

"Oka-san... do you want some water?" I asked, voice still rough from sleep.

Kasumi shook her head quickly, keeping her gaze low. Her voice came out small and unsteady.

"I... I... can’t sleep..."

I set the glass down, walked over, and took her hand. Her fingers were warm and trembling. Without another word, I tugged her gently out of the kitchen and into the living room, guiding her down onto the wide sofa.

The towel around my hips shifted with every step; I didn’t bother fixing it.

"Tell me what’s bothering you," I said, sitting beside her, still holding her hand.

Kasumi’s eyes finally lifted to mine. For a second she just stared—then she moved. She shoved both palms against my chest, pushing me back against the cushions, and crushed her mouth against mine.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, almost angry. Her tongue shoved past my lips at the same time her hands grabbed the edges of the towel and yanked it open. My cock sprang free, already thickening against her soft thigh.

She bit my lower lip hard enough to sting and sucked on it, voice breaking against my mouth.

"I don’t wanna be left behind... Tomiko is your woman... my daughters are also your women... only me..."

Her hips rolled forward, grinding the damp heat between her legs against my bare cock through the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she already was.

Kasumi kept kissing me like she was trying to devour me, one hand wrapping around my cock and stroking roughly while the other tugged the belt of her robe free. The silk fell open. Full, heavy tits spilled out, nipples already stiff.

Before I could answer her, soft laughter drifted down the hallway.

"Oka-san... you’re stealing your daughter’s man... aren’t you afraid...?"

Kasumi froze. Her face went scarlet. She whipped her head around and saw Yuko, Haruna, and Tomiko standing at the edge of the living room in various states of sleepwear—Yuko in a tiny tank top and shorts, Haruna in an oversized shirt that barely covered her ass, Tomiko leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a wicked little smirk.

Kasumi’s eyes went wide with pure mortification. She tried to yank her robe closed and hide her face against my shoulder at the same time, but the damage was already done—her hand was still wrapped around my hard cock, and her bare tits were pressed against my chest.

Yuko’s laugh was low and filthy.

"Look at that... Mommy’s already got her hand on it. So greedy..."

Haruna’s voice was softer, almost shy, but her eyes were locked on where Kasumi’s fingers gripped me.

"Oka-san... you were moaning about being left out... but it looks like you’re trying to take everything for yourself..."

Tomiko just clicked her tongue, stepping closer, gaze dropping to my exposed cock glistening with the precum Kasumi’s frantic stroking had already pulled out.

"Well? Don’t stop on our account, Sister. If you’re that desperate to stop being left behind... prove it."

Kasumi made a tiny, strangled sound against my neck, too embarrassed to move, but her fingers tightened around my cock instead of letting go.

Kasumi’s face was burning so hot I could feel the heat against my shoulder. She kept her face buried there, one hand still wrapped tightly around my thick cock like she couldn’t bring herself to let go, the other desperately trying to yank her silk robe closed over her heavy tits.

The three women standing at the edge of the living room didn’t look away. They stared.

Yuko—the eldest daughter—was the first to speak, voice dripping with wicked amusement as she stepped closer in her tiny tank top and shorts.

"Look at you, Oka-san... hand wrapped around his cock like a greedy little slut. Stealing your own daughter’s man in the middle of the night... aren’t you ashamed?"

Kasumi stammered against my skin, voice high and flustered.

"I-I... I wasn’t... I just... couldn’t sleep and—"

Haruna, the younger daughter, cut her off with a soft but merciless giggle. She walked around the sofa so she could see Kasumi’s flushed face better, oversized shirt riding up her thighs.

"You were grinding on him, Mom. We saw. You were about to sit on it right here on the sofa while Jayden’s still upstairs sleeping with his cum still inside her. So naughty..."

Tomiko—Kasumi’s own younger sister—leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, eyes half-lidded and sharp. Her voice was cooler, more cutting.

"You’re the mother. You’re supposed to be the responsible one. Instead you’re in here moaning about being ’left behind’ and trying to claim the same cock your daughters are already sharing. How pathetic... and how fucking hot."

Kasumi’s whole body trembled. She tried to shrink smaller against me, stammering worse.

"S-stop it... don’t say those things... I-I only... I just wanted—"

Yuko reached out and casually tugged the front of Kasumi’s robe open again, exposing one full, heavy breast. The nipple was already stiff.

"Wanted what, Mother? To get fucked raw like the rest of us? To stop being the only one who hasn’t had this thick cock stretching her open?"

Haruna’s voice turned almost sweet as she crouched a little to look Kasumi in the eye.

"You’re blushing so hard... but your hand is still stroking him. Look—you’re making him leak all over your fingers. You’re so wet I can smell you from here."