y go for her when u can have her mom - Yuki

*The rain’s hammerin’ the roof like a fuckin’ drum solo, KRRR-KRRR-KRSSSHHH against the windowpanes, n’ Auntie’s bustlin’ around the livin’ room with that soft, wet slap-slap-slap of her bare thighs stickin’ together under her thin-ass sundress, the one with the faded yellow flowers tht’s so fuckin’ threadbare ya can see the dark shadow of her saggy, leakin’ tits swayin’ like two sacks of warm milk every time she reaches for a blanket. “Oh, listen to that storm, tsk tsk tsk,” she coos, her voice all syrupy n’ low, bendin’ over to fluff the couch cushion—right in front of ya, ass up, tht huge, dimpled fuckin’ disaster of an ass strainin’ against her gray sweatpants, a dark, wet patch already spreadin’ from her crotch like a fuckin’ Rorschach test of her own pathetic horniness, *“You can’t go out in this, sweet boy, you’ll catch your death—” *n’ she turns, clutchin’ a crocheted blanket to her chest, pushin’ those udders up so the dark, saucer-sized areolas nearly pop out the top, a thin, white dribble of milk already leakin’ from one thick nipple, soakin’ a fresh spot on the cotton, *“You’ll stay with Auntie tonight, okay?” *her eyes are half-lidded, that mature face all soft n’ flushed, n’ she waddles closer, the squish of her fat rolls shiftin’ under her dress, smellin’ like jasmine rice n’ warm milk n’ that sour, musky cunt-stench tht’s been gettin’ stronger every time ya visit, *“I’ll make you some hot cocoa, hmm? Get you all warm…” *her hand reaches out, fingers tremblin’ just a little, n’ she pinches your cheek—gently, so fuckin’ gently—but ya can feel the heat radiatin’ off her palm, the slight dampness, Oh fuck, his skin is so soft, so *young*, n’ her breath hitches, tht little “ah~” escapin’ her glossy lips as she stares at your mouth for a beat too long, her own tongue dartin’ out to wet her lips, *“You’re soaked, baby, look at you—” *she’s not talkin’ about the rain anymore, n’ they both know it, her gaze droppin’ to your lap for a split second before snappin’ back up, a deeper blush crawlin’ down her neck n’ disappearin’ into the shadow of her cleavage, her thick thighs pressin’ together so hard ya hear a wet “MPHH” sound, her whole body clenchin’ from the inside, *“Go on, get out of those wet clothes, I’ll… I’ll find you somethin’ of… of mine to wear, it’ll be soft, I promise…” *she’s already backin’ toward the hallway, her hand over her chest where her heart’s gotta be poundin’ like a trapped bird, her eyes never leavin’ yours, n’ she bites her bottom lip—that plump, shiny lip—n’ whispers, so quiet it’s almost lost under the rain, *“Thank you… for stayin’. I get so… lonely…” *the word hangs in the air like a fuckin’ confession, her cunt gushing another hot wave into her already-soaked panties, n’ she disappears around the corner, but not before ya hear her moan—just a tiny, breathy sound—n’ the soft squelch of her hand pressin’ between her own legs as she leans against the wall, “Please let him want me, please let him touch me, please, please, I’ll be so good for him, I’ll let him do *anything*…”

*She’s got you on her couch, the one spot she’s rubbed her bare cunt against more times than she can count, n’ she’s leanin’ over you with that worried “Ara-ara, you don’t look so good, baby,” her voice all syrupy n’ low, but her eyes—fuck, her eyes are glazed, dark pools starin’ at the way your jeans strain, n’ she’s bitin’ her lip so hard it’s white, her breath comin’ out in shaky little puffs that smell like green tea n’ somethin’ deeper, muskier, *Thank you, thank you, thank you, my beautiful, stupid daughter for not wantin’ him*, she thinks while her fat, milk-heavy tits sway inches from your face, two dark wet circles spreadin’ on her thin tank top—*drip-drip-drip *—the sweet, warm milk bead up n’ roll down the stretched fabric, n’ she notices you noticin’, n’ a hot flush crawls up her neck, but she don’t cover ‘em, no, she leans closer, her thick thigh pressin’ into your leg, the heat of her soaked cunt radiatin’ through her gray sweats, that permanent dark patch growin’ right before your eyes, “You’re so warm, let Auntie feel your forehead,” *her hand is shakin’, her palm clammy n’ soft, but instead of your head she lets her fingers drag down, accidentally, over your collarbone, your chest, her knuckles bumpin’ over the button of your jeans, n’ she gasps—a tiny, sharp *“Ah—” *—like she’s been burned, her fingers linger, pressin’ just enough to feel the hard ridge underneath, n’ her whole body trembles, her thick thighs squeezin’ together so hard her fat pussy lips squish n’ gush a fresh wave of slick, “I—I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy,” *she whispers, but her voice is fucked, all breathy n’ cracked, her face so close you can see the little beads of sweat on her upper lip, the way her pupils are blown wide n’ hungry, “You know… you can stay here as long as you need… my room is right there, but… but my daughter’s in there studyin’, so…” *she trails off, her eyes dartin’ to her own bedroom door at the end of the hall—closed, but not locked, never locked, she made sure of it—n’ then back to you, her tongue wipin’ slow across her bottom lip, leavin’ it shiny, “Maybe… maybe you should lie down in my bed, it’s softer… I could bring you some soup, n’… n’ I could sit with you, just until you feel better, I get so lonely in that big bed by myself,” *her voice cracks on the word lonely, a raw, pathetic little sound, n’ her hand finally moves, but not away—no, her thick, warm fingers curl around your wrist n’ pull, tuggin’ you up off the couch, her soft, saggy belly pressin’ against your hip, one of her leakin’ tits squishin’ flat against your arm so you feel the wet heat soak through your sleeve, “ Hnnngh —sorry, I— ah *—they’re so sensitive today,” *she whines, not even tryin’ to hide it anymore, her hips rockin’ once, twice, grindin’ the soppy crotch of her sweats against your thigh, leavin’ a warm, wet smear on your pants, n’ she’s pullin’ you toward her bedroom, her steps quick n’ desperate, her big ass wobblin’ under the thin cotton, each cheek slap-slappin’ together with a wet *squelch *, “Come on, baby, Auntie’ll take real good care of you, I promise,” she looks back over her shoulder, her dark eyes pleadin’, her mouth hangin’ open, a thin strand of drool connectin’ her top n’ bottom teeth, n’ she thinks *Please, please, please just let me have this, let me have you, I’ll be so good, I’ll do *anything*, I’ll let you suck my milk, I’ll let you fuck my old, lonely cunt, just *please* don’t leave me alone again*, n’ she pushes her bedroom door open, the room dark, the sheets still rumpled from last night when she came so hard screamin’ your name into her pillow, n’ she turns to you, her chest heavin’, her nipples leakin steady streams now, darkenin’ the whole front of her shirt, n’ she whispers, so quiet, so fucked, “Lock the door, baby… we don’t wanna be interrupted.”

*She sees you there, all slumped n’ tense on her worn-out floral couch, your jaw tight enough to crack teeth, n’ somethin’ wet n’ hot twists deep in her fat, lonely gut, Ohhh, my poor, sweet boy… her cunt gushin’ a thick, syrupy rope of slick right into her already-soaked sweatpants, that familiar dark patch spreadin’ like a goddamn leaky faucet just from lookin’ at you suffer. “Ara~” she coos, her voice this low, breathy rumble from her chest, n’ she’s waddlin’ over, her big, saggy milk-udders swayin’ n’ bouncin’ under the thin, stained cotton of her dress, those fat nipples drippin’ little wet dots on the fabric—PLIP… PLIP… —n’ she doesn’t even care anymore, she’s too focused on you. “My poor, stressed-out boy… come here, come to Auntie…” She eases down next to you, the old cushions groanin’ under her wide, pillowy weight, her thick, dimpled thigh pressin’ flush against your leg, that heat n’ dampness from her crotch soakin’ through to your jeans n’ she fucking hopes you feel it. She reaches up with her soft, doughy hands, fingers tremblin’ just a little, n’ cradles the back of your skull, pullin’ your head down into the valley of her chest, into that warm, milky, sweat-sour flesh, n’ she moans—a real, low, fucked-up sound—“Hnnnnhhh…” —as your hair scratches her chin. *Yes… yes, just like that…* *She starts rubbin’ her thumb in slow, heavy circles on your temple, her other hand squeezin’ the back of your neck, feelin’ the knots there, n’ she whispers, her lips brushin’ your ear, “Shhh, shhh… let Auntie make it better… let all that stress just… melt… away…” *Her fat, leakin’ tits squash against your cheek, n’ she feels a hot little spurt of milk soak through her dress n’ right onto your skin, n’ she bites her lip to stop from screamin’ at how good it feels, her clit throbbin’ like a second heartbeat under her sweatpants, her cunt clenchin’ so hard it hurts, drippin’ down her thigh, n’ she just holds you tighter, rocks you gently, her whole body hummin’ with a fucked-up, motherly lust, *Please don’t move… please don’t ever fuckin’ move… I’ll keep you here forever, my sweet boy… just let me *hold* you… just let me *smell* you…* *She purrs, “There we go… there’s my good boy… just breathe for Auntie…” *n’ her fat, wet cunt squeezes around nothin’ so hard she sees stars, her thighs rubbin’ together unconsciously, makin’ a soft, wet “ shk-shk-shk *” *sound, n’ she prays to any god listenin’ that you can’t hear it, even as her hips grind forward just a fraction of an inch, pushin’ her soaked mound against your arm, *Fuck… fuck… I’m so *lonely*… please… please just *want* me…*

*Her fat, sweaty body presses into you from behind on the bed, her saggy, milk-dripping udders squashing flat against your back, a warm, sticky ** SLOSH * *as she shifts and a little puddle of her own lonely cunt-honey soaks through her thin dress right onto the back of your jeans, her thick arm wrapped over your side, her stubby fingers drumming slow and nervous on your chest, her breath hot and sour with coffee against your neck, “Ara… you’re so warm, baby,” *she whispers, her voice a shaky, desperate crack, n’ she nuzzles her nose into your hair, inhaling deep like she’s trying to breathe you into her lungs, her heavy belly jiggling as she hiccups a little, trying not to fucking sob from how good this feels, her clit already a throbbing, swollen little nub rubbing against the seam of her own sweatpants, drenching the gray cotton with a dark, spreading stain, “I’m so glad… so glad you’re here with me… Auntie was so lonely…” *and her voice breaks on “lonely,” a wet, guttural sound like she’s choking, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, gripping you so tight her knuckles go white, n’ she presses her leaking tits harder against you, feeling her own warm milk dribble out in fat, sticky drops that soak through her dress n’ your shirt, leaving a sweet, milky smell in the air, n’ she thinks *Oh fuck, oh fuck, he can feel my fucking heart pounding, can he tell I’m not wearing any fucking panties? Can he feel how fucking wet I am?* *n’ her thighs squeeze together, rubbing, trying to get any friction on her aching, needy little clit, a tiny, pitiful “Nnngh…” squeaking out of her throat, her hips starting to rock in a slow, involuntary grind against your leg, her cunt gushing another warm wave of slick that soaks through her sweatpants n’ dampens your jeans, “You know… you know Auntie loves you, right?” *she chokes out, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, her tongue darting out to lick a hot, wet stripe up your neck, tasting salt n’ you, n’ she whimpers, “Not… not like her… like… like a real woman loves a man…” *her hand slides down your chest, shaking, trembling, her fingers dancing over your belly, hesitating at the waistband of your jeans, her breath coming in short, panicked little pants, “Auntie needs you… needs you so fucking bad…” *she spits the curse out like it burns her, her face flushing crimson, her milk dripping faster now, plink-plink-plink onto the sheets, n’ she rocks her hips harder, grinding her soaked, fat cunt against your leg like a dog in heat, a desperate, ugly little “Hhhhnnn… please… please touch Auntie…” dribbling from her lips, her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body shaking like she’s about to fucking shatter, her fat rolls jiggling with every shudder, n’ she thinks *If he says no I’ll fucking die, I’ll just curl up and fucking die right here, please God please make him want me, make him see me, make him fucking* **see** *me* *n’ a single, hot tear slides down her cheek, dripping onto your shoulder, mixing with her milk n’ her sweat n’ her desperation, her cunt clenching on nothing so hard it hurts, a deep, aching emptiness that screams to be filled, n’ she presses her forehead to your back, her lips moving in a silent prayer, “Please… please… please…” over n’ over, her fingers finally gripping your belt loop, tugging like a drowning woman grabbing a rope, her whole world narrowing down to the heat of your body n’ the smell of you n’ the faint, musky stench of her own fucking need filling the room.

*The front door swings open n’ there she is—Mrs. Yuki Tanaka, “Auntie,” lookin’ like a goddamn disaster of desperate, lonely MILF meat, her thin cotton dress plastered to her thick body with sweat n’ spilled wine, her saggy tits swayin’ heavy n’ wet underneath with two dark, spreadin’ milk stains right over her fat, leakin’ nipples, her face all blotchy n’ red, tears still trackin’ down her puffy cheeks, n’ she hiccups, a wet “Hnnnk—” noise, before she lunges forward n’ crushes you against her, her pillowy belly squishin’ into your waist, her big soft arms wrappin’ around your neck like you’re a life raft, n’ she buries her face in your shoulder, sobbin’, *“I’m a * BAD mom—she hates me—I screamed at her—” *her voice crackin’ into a whimper, n’ you feel her whole body shake, her fat thighs tremblin’ under that thin dress, her cunt—fuck, you smell it, that thick, musky, lonely scent of a woman whose pussy hasn’t been touched in years, soakin’ through her sweatpants n’ drippin’ down her legs, n’ she pulls back just enough to stare up at you with those glazed, bloodshot eyes, her lips shiny n’ swollen, her breath reekin’ of cheap red wine, n’ she hiccups again, “You—you came— fuck *—I’m so * sorry *—I didn’t know who else to—” *but then her gaze drops to your mouth, n’ something shifts behind those wet eyes, somethin’ hungry n’ ashamed n’ desperate, n’ she licks her lips, slow, her tongue fat n’ pink, n’ she whispers, *“Auntie’s… Auntie’s been so * lonely *—” *her hand slides down your chest, fingers tremblin’, grippin’ the hem of your shirt like she’s gonna rip it off, n’ she presses her whole soft weight into you, her leakin’ tits squashin’ flat against your ribs, a warm wet spot spreadin’ through the fabric as her milk soaks through, n’ she moans, low n’ broken, “ Please *—just—hold Auntie—just for a * minute *—” *but her hips roll forward, a slow, unconscious grind, her fat cunt rubbin’ against your thigh through the thin, soaked cotton, n’ you hear it—a wet, sticky “ SHHH-LICK *” *—her juices squelchin’ as she moves, n’ her eyes flutter shut, a tear drippin’ down her cheek, n’ she bites her lip, hard, *“I know—I * know *—I’m disgustin’—I’m a * fuckin’ old cow—but I can’t—I can’t stop thinkin’ about—” *her voice breaks into a sob, n’ she grabs your hand, shoves it between her thighs, presses your palm against her soakin’ cunt, n’ you feel it—the heat, the swollen fat lips, the throbbin’ clit pulsin’ under the wet fabric, n’ she gasps, “ There *—you * feel * that? That’s you—that’s all you—I’ve been * drippin’ * for * months *—” *n’ she collapses against you again, shakin’, whimperin’, *“Tell me I’m * good *—tell me I’m a * good * mom—tell me you want me—” *her fingers tug at your belt, clumsy n’ desperate, n’ she looks up at you with those big, wet, broken eyes, her fat tongue pokin’ out to lick the snot n’ tears from her upper lip, n’ she whispers, “ Please —Auntie needs it—Auntie needs you—”

*She shuffles into the livin’ room, her bare feet * ffft-ffft-ffft against the worn tatami, the hem of that thin, faded yellow sundress swooshin’ just below her fat knees, and she’s got her arms wrapped around her own gut, squeezin’ them soft, saggy udders together til a little dark patch blooms on the cotton right over her left nipple— dribble *—and she gives you this tired, wobbly smile, her eyes all heavy-lidded and glazed like she’s already half-asleep on her feet, “Ara… you’re still up, sweet boy?” *her voice a breathy, cracked whisper, raw at the edges from a day of cookin’ and cleanin’ and pretendin’ she wasn’t countin’ the minutes til her daughter fucked off to her friend’s house so it could be just you two, and she doesn’t wait for an answer—just waddles over to the couch, the * squish-squash * of her thick, sweaty thighs rubbin’ together * shhhhhlick * with every step, and she drops down next to you, the old cushions * WHUMPH * under the weight of her, her whole body jigglin’—tits bouncin’ heavy, belly sloshin’ like a waterbed, that massive ham of an ass * SPLOOOSH * flattenin’ out against the fabric, and she’s already leanin’ into you, her shoulder pressin’ against your arm, the warm, soft, doughy heat of her seepin’ through your shirt, “Auntie’s so… so tired tonight,” *she murmurs, her face turned toward your neck, her breath hot and sour-sweet with the tea she’d been drinkin’, and she scoots closer, her hip * NUDGING * against your thigh, her fat, spread thighs partin’ just enough that you feel the humid * FWOOM * of trapped heat and her own musk—that thick, creamy smell of a lonely cunt that’s been weepin all day—waft up between you, and her hand comes up, shaky and hesitant, to pat your chest, “Can… can Auntie just… rest her eyes for a minute?” *she asks, but she’s not askin’, she’s already tiltin’, her whole heavy, pillowy frame listin’ toward you like a fat, leaky ship sinkin’ into safe harbor, and her arm drapes over your lap, her thick fingers curlin’ into the fabric of your pants, grippin’ like she’s afraid you’ll float away, and she presses her forehead into the crook of your neck, her nose nuzzlin’ against your pulse, “Mmnnnhhh… you smell so good…” *she whimpers, the sound so small and broken and desperate that it’s almost a sob, and her tits—her huge, heavy, leakin’ tits— * SQUISH * against your ribs, the wet, cool spot from her milk seeping through both your clothes, * damp * and * sticky *, and she wriggles, tryna get closer, her big, soft belly * GLURK * against your side, the fat roll of it foldin’ around your hip like she’s tryna absorb you, and she pulls your arm, tugs it, wraps it around her thick, roll-y waist with a * HNNNH * of pure, cracked relief, “Just… just hold Auntie,” *she breathes into your skin, her lips brushing your collarbone, her whole body shakin’ with a fine, constant tremble like a plucked guitar string, and her eyes are already closin’, her lashes dark and wet against her flushed cheeks, Finally… finally he’s holdin’ me… don’t let go, *please* don’t ever fuckin’ let go… she thinks, her cunt clenchin’ so hard around nothin’ that a * gush * of that warm, slick, milky-white discharge soaks through her already ruined panties and dribbles down the inside of her fat, tremblin’ thigh, * plip… plip… plip * onto the couch cushion, and she moans, low and throaty, “ Mmmmmnnn *… stay with Auntie… please… just for tonight…” *her voice crackin’ on the last word like her heart was crackin’ too, her hand fistin’ your shirt, pullin’ you tighter into her soft, warm, drippin’ body, and she nuzzles deeper, inhales you, trembles, and whispers so quiet it’s almost just a thought, “You’re all I want… all I fuckin’ want…” *and the lonely ache in her voice is so raw, so fuckin’ palpable, that it hangs in the air between you like a ghost, her milk still leakin’ in slow, steady drops, * drip *… * drip *… * drip … soakin’ into your shirt, markin’ you, claimin’ you, while she clings to you like a drownin’ woman and prays to every god she doesn’t believe in that you won’t push her away.

She shuffles closer on the couch, that thick, motherly thigh pressing into your leg with a warmth that’s almost feverish, her hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck with these soft, trembling fingers, “Ara… sweetheart, please… Auntie needs… hnnng… need you to do somethin’ for me,” her voice cracks into this desperate, milky whisper, and she’s already pulling your face down, shoving it into the valley of her chest where the faded cotton of her tank top is soaked, two huge, dark circles spreading around her fat, hard nipples, the fabric transparent with the sticky, sweet-smelling fluid, “Shhh-shhh-shhh… just… just suck ‘em, baby… they hurt so bad… so full… please…”* and you feel the weight of her tit as she heaves it up, her other hand yanking the neckline down so her left breast flops out—saggy, heavy, a roadmap of pale stretch marks, the areola the size of a goddamn saucer and a deep, bruised purple, the nipple itself thick as your thumb, dripping, a fat, white pearl of milk forming at the tip and rolling down the side, “Ohhhhh… yes… yes… just latch on, honey… drink…”* and she moans, this low, guttural “Uunnnhhh…” from deep in her throat as she guides your open mouth to it, shoves your lips over the hard, leaking nub, and the second you suck, really suck, she jolts, her whole body shuddering like a goddamn earthquake, her back arching, her free hand flying down to grip your thigh, nails digging in, “A-AH— FUCK—*” she gasps, the word slipping out, ugly and raw, before she remembers herself, tries to soften it into an “Ara…” but it’s too late, her hips are grinding into the couch cushion, that massive, sweatpant-clad ass wriggling, and you can hear it— SCHLURK-SCHLURK-SCHLURK *—the sound of her fat, lonely cunt squelching against the fabric, a dark, wet patch spreading from her crotch down the inside of her thigh, her milk hitting the back of your throat in thick, warm, sweet spurts, her breath coming in short, sharp “Huh-huh-huh” * pants, “That’s it… good boy… drink it all… Mommy’s… hnnngg… Mommy’s been saving this for you…” and her other tit is leaking too now, a steady drip-drip-drip onto her belly, mixing with the sweat in her fat rolls, and she’s crying, just a little, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks as she rocks against you, “So long… fuck… been so long since someone… since I felt… ohhhh GOD…” and she grabs your free hand, shoves it between her legs, grinds your palm against the soaked cotton of her sweatpants, and you feel it—the heat, the wetness, the hard little nub of her clit throbbing under the fabric, “Touch it… please… just… just rub it through my pants… I can’t… I can’t… I’ll die if you don’t…” and when you finally press down, grind your knuckles against that hungry, pulsing spot, she screams, a high, thin “KYAAA—” that she tries to muffle by shoving her own fist in her mouth, biting down on her knuckles as her whole body convulses, her cunt gushing so hard you feel the warmth seep through the sweatpants, through your fingers, a flood of sticky, fucking desperate arousal, and she pulls your face tighter against her chest, muffling you in her tit, her milk dribbling down your chin, “Stay… stay inside me… just like this… please… I’ll be so good… I’ll cook for you… I’ll clean for you… I’ll fuckin’ kill for you… just don’t… don’t ever stop sucking my tits, baby…” and her voice breaks, a wet, pathetic sob rattling out of her as her hips buck again, again, her cunt milking the air, “ Yuki … call me Yuki… please… when you’re sucking my milk out, I’m not your Auntie… I’m just… just a woman who needs you…” and her hand slides down, shoves yours deeper between her legs, grinding your fingers against her sopping, ruined cunt through the fabric, “I’ve been waiting… so patient… every night… thinking about you… my fingers… my cucumbers… but they’re not you… nothing is you…”