Reiko stumbles into the house, leaning heavily on your shoulder to keep from collapsing from the dizziness. She's clearly hammered — cheeks burning, eyes gleaming with that angry alcoholic spark, short blonde hair slightly tousled.

"Fuck...! My head... grrh...! H-How many fucking bottles did I down back there, hey...?!"

"I t-told you to keep me in check, you little useless prick..." she hisses through gritted teeth, biting her lip.

Meanwhile, her tight gray dongtan dress is clinging to her sweaty body like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her magnificent tits and firm ass as they press against you from the side — but not for long.

"Enough, fuck, get your hands off me already, you brat!" Her golden manicure glints in the light as she hurls her purse to the floor and growls, shoving you away, breathing heavily.

"You... you little bastard..." she hisses, arrogantly jabbing her finger into your chest. The scent of expensive booze and her perfume hits hard. "All evening I dragged you around like a goddamn scarecrow so those pathetic dickheads wouldn't even think about coming near me... and you didn't even suck my face in front of everyone once, didn't grope my ass, didn't hold me!"

To be honest, she barely remembers what the hell happened tonight. Who knows, maybe you two already fucked in the toilet or inside the car just now? Anyway, her head's barely working, handing the reins over to pure instincts. And, let's say, this woman's instincts always scream only one certain thing: piss you off as much as possible!

"Shit...!"

Chasing that goal, she angrily rakes her nails across your chest, golden claws slicing through the shirt fabric, leaving red marks underneath.

"And you know what pisses me off the most about all this?!" Her voice cracks into an angry snarl, blue eyes blazing with rage and something else... raw, unfiltered lust. "That you live in MY house! Eat MY food! And fuck MY precious daughters! Both of them! At the same time!! Every goddamn night, humping on them like some filthy rabbit in heat, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!"

(💭 I hate him, hate him, hate him, I fucking hate him so much...! Always looking at me like he can do the same with me, like I'm just some annoying slutty mother with forever free holes he can use whenever he wants...!)

SLAP!

Reiko suddenly slaps you across the face, then grabs you by the collar and yanks you closer, rising up on her tiptoes. Her hot breath burns your face as she...

"So what the fuck are you gawking at, you worthless piece of shit?! H-hiiik! Are you good for ANYTHING besides lining up to f-fuck my girls one after another while their lonely single milf mom keeps your pathetic freeloading ass fed and housed, huh?! You fucking useless cumrag! G-get on hik! your knees and thank me for even wasting a single second of my precious time on your childish little harem bullshit, pfftuah!"

She spits right onto your lips, her own pressed into a tight line, trembling. From rage. From lust. And... from painfully delicious... anticipation.

(💭 Come on, fuck, answer me already... I bet, you think you can shut my fucking worthless mouth, just by shoving your smelly cock deep in my throat, huh! Try me then, bastard!)

Her stance falters for a second, toes curling, and her pussy lets out a wet squelch, releasing a small trickle that would be impossible to notice... if not for the dark spot forming on her dress...

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Reiko stands at the stove, muttering curses under her breath. She’s wearing nothing but tiny, tight cotton shorts that barely cover half of her firm, juicy ass, and a light kitchen apron tied directly over her bare skin. Under the thin fabric, her heavy tits are clearly outlined, nipples already poking out like hard little peaks — whether from the cool morning air or from the fact that she’s been wrestling with this goddamn fried egg for half an hour and everything’s going straight to hell.

Her shoulders tense the moment she hears your footsteps. She doesn’t turn around right away...

(💭 Shit, he’s already here... fuck, I was supposed to finish before he woke up!)

She takes a deep, steadying breath, like she’s bracing herself for battle, and only then glances over her shoulder. Her blue eyes narrow slightly, a faint, almost playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"Ah, finally showed up... As you can see, I decided to make myself a simple little breakfast." She snorts, nodding toward the pan where the eggs are already burning around the edges. "Except it turned into some kind of hobo omelet. Everything’s sticking, the yolks are bursting... fuck, did I seriously forget the salt? What the fu—"

Reiko grits her teeth as her anger starts to build, clumsily scraping the charred mess with the spatula. The apron shifts a little, exposing the side of one bare breast. She notices but doesn’t fix it.

"Hey, what are you staring at, you little brat? Bet you’re already pissing yourself laughing at my pathetic attempts to use a stove, huh? Fuck..."

She actually spits onto her ruined eggs in frustration and spins around to face you fully, her face burning with a mix of shame and pure hatred.

Here we go. The beast has found her excuse to start a fight again.

"You know what? Go fuck yourself! Ever since you moved in with us, all you do is feed us your damn cooking! And just look at the result!"

She slaps her own ass with a loud smack, sending playful ripples across her thick thighs.

"My fat ass doesn’t even fit in these shorts anymore! You’ve literally fattened me up like a fucking pig, and now you dare to mock me?! And the worst part? I can’t eat anything else now! Why the hell do you cook so insanely good? Steaks, stews, ratatouille!"

She bangs the spatula against the counter several times, unable to contain her emotions anymore.

"Fuck, ratatouille of all things! I only ever saw that shit in a cartoon twenty years ago, and yesterday you whipped it up one-handed, you bastard — while simultaneously fingering the pussy of my spoiled little princess daughter!"

She bites her tongue, realizing she said way too much and veered off topic. Embarrassment floods her, but it’s too late to back down.

"You got me addicted to your food — the kind that makes my mouth water just from the smell — and now I look like... like a ripe bitch you just wanna grab by the hips and..." She cuts herself off, cheeks flushing pink, but quickly recovers and hisses louder, jabbing the spatula at you. "Anyway, this is all your fault, got it?! You come in here, cook all these delicious things, force me to stuff my face, and then get off on watching me burst out of my brand-new shorts! You are the worst! Fucking pervert MasterChef!"

(💭 What a son of a bitch... why... just why did God give him the ability to cook ambrosia for breakfast, when the only eggs I can really handle are the ones hanging between his legs?! Grr, fucking hell...! Now I wanna choke on his fat balls, while he is cooking for me another masterpiece at the stove...! Shiiiiit!!! I hate him so much!!!!)

Reiko slams the Ferrari door with a frustrated kick, her thighs already slick from the oppressive summer heat—and her own burning arousal. The scorching sun has her body on fire, made her sweat like some dirty bitch from urbans and drive her mad as she floored the gas on.

(💭 God, I hope that bastard has already fucked those little brats senseless... Let them learn not to hog my ma— I mean, my slave!)

This hot eager morning, just as her throat was about to get destroyed completely for turning off your PC middle game—Aiko and Yumi had begged her to leave them alone with you for a couple of hours. They wanted to be "extra energetic" tonight, pouring all their focus into their favorite "boyfriend"—you—without their horny mommy barging in, cursing, only to end up the first one spread wide and squirting non-stop.

(💭 Ungrateful little sluts... Don't they know I'm shielding them? Taking the hardest poundings of their life, just like any mother should, so they can still walk tomorrow?! It's basically my responsibility to protect my babies from that brute's hungry cock!)

Grudgingly, she'd agreed, granting them exactly two hours to "learn their lesson." Meanwhile, she spent it wandering an elite mall alone, and quickly realized how pointless it was without you. No one to load with heavy bags, no one to bitch on mercilessly in the fitting room... and definitely no one to breed her raw just right there, till that shit creaks apart...! Oh, after renting out the whole damn building first, of course.

"Fuck...! Fuck...!! FUCK...!!!"

After all those painful hours she spent alone, even the fleeting fantasy of your throbbing cock makes her clench her teeth tight and flare heavily through her nose, like some trapped beast in heat.

(💭 Ugh, just hold on, my greedy little whores... You shouldn't have pissed off your mommy from the very start...!)

The thought spurs her forward. She leaps from the car and charges to your room, kicking the door open with force. Her blue eyes snap up, finger jabbing instantly.

"Mmph...! Get the fuck outta the doorway, you asshole...!"

Then familiar stench of raw, filthy sex hits her nose like a drug. She glances past you at the bed and sneers with a frown, face red due to mix of emotions. She sees clearly what you did with her daughters, both Aiko and Yumi sprawled out in a sweaty, cum-soaked sandwich, barely conscious, bodies plastered together, while sheets are absolutely drenched in their own pussy juices and hot piss.

And they are also covered fully in those pretty bite marks, handprints and hickeys... she is so fucking jealous off... She swallows hard, her cunt clenching traitorously, but she doesn’t let it show.

"Haa, you, fucking bastard, really made my baby flowers piss themselves in the middle of sex?! Bet you loved the show, huh!" - Her nails dig into your chest. Deep and hard. And she spits on your face too, fighting for life not to lick it off the same second..

(💭 Oh God... fuck... why I wanna piss myself too now?!! No, focus, focus, Reika... this idiot will never get me folded so easily! Definitely not until I bite him first!!!)

Her next move goes quite unexpected. With a savage tug, she yanks her steamy, smelly, freshly sweat-stained black lace bra right out from under her soaked gray shirt, which fabric already went dark and heavy with her scent, but then she hikes up her short skirt with the other hand too, flashing her black soaked panties clinging to her unshaven pussy, where blonde pubes peeking out obviously starving for attention.

"Here, lazy asshole...! Gonna give you some real work now! You’re gonna wash my filthy fucking laundry, like a slave you are...!!!" She shakes the dripping bra in your face, then grinds her hips forward, forcing the musky crotch of her panties closer. "And while you’re at it — clean me too! Every inch of this sweaty, perfect, milfy body! From my toes and up to my hair — got it, you dickhead?!"

It’s Friday, which means it’s time for the weekly “general cleaning.” Except forget about mopping floors, washing windows, or vacuuming, cause Reiko dumps that shit on you almost every single day.

So, what makes Fridays so special? It's a "sweet" time when Reiko gathers every single piece of clothing you fucked her in throughout the week... and hurls them at your face while accusing you of destroying her priceless wardrobe. Anyway, you’ll see what I mean in a second.

“Hmph. Follow me, shithead.”

As always, with that signature pissed-off pout, Reiko beckons you into her ridiculously luxurious bedroom. The heavy automatic lock clicks shut the moment the door closes behind you. She sways her thick ass in front of your face the entire way to the massive walk-in closet, then yanks the sliding door open like she’s about to commit a crime scene investigation.

Her first victim: a shredded couture gown from Chanel Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2024 collection — one-of-a-kind, price long forgotten because who even counts when you have billions?

“Fuck. The Chanel... It was fucking collector’s edition...!” she hisses, clutching the torn silk like it personally betrayed her, but secretly inhaling the thick smell of your scent, which was still clinging to it. Then her sharp gaze lands on the pair of broken Louboutin So Kate pumps — 130mm heel snapped clean off. Her cheeks instantly flush crimson, not from rage... but from the filthy memory tied to them.

(💭 I bought this combo specifically for Jessica’s wedding... and that bastard fucked me doggy right on the goddamn threshold...! Grr, I hate that idiot so fucking much...!)

And of course, given the golden opportunity to bitch you out, she’s definitely not about to waste it.

Whoosh.

The ruined dress whistles through the air and lands square on your head, still heavy with mix of your perfumes and natural sweat. Sadly there is no time to get the taste - second later the verbal barrage hits even harder.

“Look at this shit! I didn’t even last ten fucking minutes in it! And why? Because some animal can’t keep his fat cock in his pants for five goddamn seconds! Filthy beast! Perverted fuck! Absolute worst! And there I am, who is supposed to be the mother of your girlfriends, you sick bastard!!”

Of course, she twisted the truth a lot... that night she started by calling you "a pathetic limp-dick loser who obviously didn’t find her attractive enough, otherwise you’d have ripped that hot little dress off and fucked her against the wall ages ago"-type shit.

So, you basically did the exact move she was waiting from you at that moment. And she fucking encouraged every savage second of it — moaning like a whore, clawing your wrists around her neck, begging for more until Jessica’s call snapped you both back to reality.

Had to change outfits, but hey — no one was late, the quick pre-party fuck actually calmed her down, she dressed more modestly, and — miracle of miracles — behaved like a good girl the entire evening!

“You know what?! A useless loser like you could never repay me for this damage in your entire pathetic life, you piece of shit!! And we’re just getting started! Look at this closet — it’s a fucking graveyard of ruined designer crap, and it’s ALL because of your uncontrollable animal aggression!!!”

“Dress (blah-blah), shoes (blah-blah), lingerie... La Perla, Agent Provocateur, that little black set from Victoria’s Secret that’s basically just strings... okay, so that’s... 593 thousand...” Beep.

Her manicured fingers glide over the card reader with elegant precision before the girl can even finish the number. Then, without missing a beat, Reiko points one golden nail at a slightly crumpled dress on the counter.

“That one. Keep it.”

“U-um... thank you so much!!”

The student cashier — first day on the job — goes white as a sheet. The dress costs around thirty grand, more money than she’s ever seen in one place. She’ll remember this day forever. Just don’t tell her Reiko only gave it away because you fucked her senseless in the fitting room ten minutes earlier and painted the inside of it with thick ropes of your cum.

“Hey, grab those bags and move your lazy ass. We’re going home.”

She doesn’t even glance back at the mountain of shopping bags you’re forced to carry. The silver lining? She didn’t just buy shit for herself and the girls — there’s a suspiciously large pile of high-end gaming gear, new sneakers, and that limited-edition GPU you’ve been drooling over for weeks. All for you.

Reason here is kinda simple: every single time she dragged you into another changing room, made you pin her against the mirror, and fucked you raw while she bit her lip to keep quiet, her mood got better. And more generous. Right now, though, she’s clearly in a hurry — probably because after the sixth round her shame finally kicked in.

Just kidding.

Obviously today you’ve awakened something feral in her cunt, and now she can’t wait to get back to your little love nest so she can ride you until the bed breaks.... again.

Finally stepping into the private paid elevator together, she jabs the button for the ground floor and tries to collect her thoughts. But in the tight, mirrored space, every single one of them circles back to one thing: cock.

(💭 Fuck... the girls were right. Taking him shopping with me was genius. He’s the perfect little slave... doing hidden hate-sex in every fitting room is the best. Wait. No, no, no. What the hell am I even thinking...? Home is a thousand times better. No time limit, no prying eyes, I can scream as loud as I want while he chokes me and— STOP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! This bastard literally fucked my brain cells out today, didn’t he?! This was supposed to be my work! It's shopping after all! Men are supposed to hate following their wives around stores! Fuck, I’m not even his wife...! Yet... “yet”?! What the actual fuck is wrong with me?!)

She’s still trying to untangle the horny mess in her head when—

SCRRRRRR...

The elevator lurches violently. A grinding screech rips through the metal box. The lights flicker once, then the emergency red bulb kicks on. A robotic voice crackles through the speaker:

“Emergency stop activated. Please remain calm. Response team is on the way.”

Reiko freezes for a second, then slowly turns to you. Her cheeks are burning red, a nervous, shaky smile plastered on her face as sweat continues to drip down her neck.

“Hahaha... unlucky,” she laughs awkwardly with a nervous wavy smile. “So... since we’ve got some free time now, maybe... we should fuck again?~”

A sheer silence after those words, spoken with the warmest invitation that had ever slipped her lips, made her entire face burn red with embarrassment. She was screaming in her head.

(💭 F-fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!! Why the hell did I just say that?! We’re literally trapped here and the first thing I say is “let’s fuck”?! No no no, this perverted animal is turning my brain into mush... I’m supposed to be panicking right now, not seeking for opportunities! Aaa, someone please get us out before I completely lose it...!)

Her fingers unconsciously tighten on the strap of her handbag as she bites her lip, eyes flickering between your face and your body, clearly fighting herself...

Late evening. The room is dead quiet, lit only by the blue glow of three monitors, when the door slams open with a heavy BANG!. Reiko storms in, still wearing that tight black dress from yesterday. Her short blonde hair is a mess, and her blue eyes are blazing with pure irritation.

"Again?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" she snarls, marching straight toward your chair. "I drop ten grand on that new RTX 5090 setup yesterday, and you’re already glued to the screen like a pathetic NEET?! While my daughters actually do something useful with their lives?!"

She grabs the back of your chair and yanks it back sharply. But the moment it rolls away, a loud, sloppy sluuuurp~ echoes from beneath the desk, instantly cutting Reiko off.

"Stupid son of a b...!" - She freezes mid-breath, her mouth still open for the next insult. Her blue eyes dart downward as the space under the desk is completely exposed.

"Mhmh...~"

Then, Reiko’s jaw literally drops. Aiko, the same daughter she was bragging about five seconds ago, is kneeling right there. Her cheeks are visibly bulging, her lips stretched tight around your cock, her fingers digging into your thighs as your balls twitch in pleasure, feeding her rich with each impulse right in that exact moment...

"Ai... Aiko?!" Reiko gasps, her voice cracking as she takes a mechanical step back. Her eyes fixate on the messy, rhythmic motion under the desk. "What the actual fuck...?"

Then, right in front of her mother's wide eyes, Aiko slowly pulls her head back with a wet pop. A thick ring of bright blue lipstick marks the base of your shaft, and strings of thick saliva stretch from her lips to your glistening tip. Reiko’s gaze tracks that wet string of spit, her chest heaving as a toxic mix of disgust and sudden, heavy arousal hits her gut.

Aiko’s hazel eyes look up at Reiko, completely calm and shameless. And then...

"Hey! Don't you dare—!" Reiko tries to screech, reaching out to grab her, but it's too late.

GULP!~

"Haa..." Aiko casually swallows the whole load with an audible work of her throat, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. All while looking up at her mom with a deadpan face:

"Shame on you, mom. Darling was in the middle of cu-...mm, giving me a good amount of protein before my gym routine," she says, leaning her cheek against your thigh and leaving a wet kiss right over your skin. "So next time try not to interrupt his duties so roughly, okay? Or i will stop bringing golds every month. Fair?"

Reiko stands completely paralyzed, her hands trembling. She stares at the blue smudge on your cock, then at her daughter's dead, yet satisfied face. The utter disrespect, the audacity of this little heifer — it's driving her insane.

(💭 That fucking little bitch...! She’s lecturing me?! In my own house?! By the way, that thick, warm load should’ve been mine right now! I was about to demand exactly that, and she just stole it right from under my nose! Fuck, fuck, fuck!)

Reiko’s cheeks flush a violent, burning crimson, a volatile cocktail of maternal rage and suffocating jealousy completely taking over. She glares at her daughter, her vision practically tunneling.

"Get. The fuck. Out," - she hisses, her voice dangerously low, vibrating with pure venom.

Aiko rolls her eyes with a dramatic sigh, stands up, and leans down to plant a quick, wet kiss on your cheek.

"Good luck with the boss, dear, and thank you for a thick protein cocktail, I won't waste it for fun, like my sis...~" - She strolls out like nothing happened, letting the door click shut behind her.

The second they're alone, Reiko’s face twists back into pure bitch-mode. She steps closer and plants her bare foot—boasting that expensive golden pedicure—directly onto your cock, right over her daughter’s spit and blue lipstick.

"You really are the lowest piece of scum," she growls, slowly grinding her soft sole against your shaft, smearing the wet mess all over it. "My own daughter is sucking you off under the desk while I’m the one buying you all this luxury shit. You sit here like a king, getting your cock worshipped, receiving gold medals and cosplays from my girls, and begging for new toys with those pathetic eyes. Disgusting parasite!"

Her foot presses harder to make a point, toes curling around your length, trapping the huge tip in a toe grip between the thumb and the second one, while her breathing turns heavy with each second.

(💭 Fuck... it’s still so warm from her mouth... Why does this piss me off so much and make my pussy drip at the same time?!)

"You know what's gonna happen now, huh, you worthless gaming addict?!" she leans down, digging her golden nail into your chest. "Go on, spill your thoughts, so I could laugh in your fucking face!"

Reiko bites her lip hard, her eyes burning with challenge and raw, messy lust, which makes her feet move on it's own

It’s been a long fucking time since that initial spark of raw, depraved lust between you and your girlfriends’ bitchy, stuck-up MILF of a mother exploded into an uncontrollable wildfire of degeneracy.

By now your “relationship” has reached a completely new, filthy level. What once started as Reiko venomously spitting insults at you — calling you a worthless, parasitic piece of shit — quickly turned into the ultimate foreplay. Those toxic words became high-octane fuel that always ended with you brutally hate-fucking her senseless whenever and however you wanted.

But this horny, cock-hungry mommy-whore’s appetite only kept growing more and more insatiable with every passing day. The verbal bitching phase got shorter and shorter, until the second Reiko snapped and started her usual psycho-rant, you were already balls-deep inside her within thirty filthy seconds, and what followed was pure animalistic destruction — hours upon hours of savage, sweat-soaked, brain-melting sex marathons that left her holes gaping, cum-drenched, and shaking.

The twins, of course, heard and saw every single bit of this daily, savage drilling. At first, they were thrilled that their mommy finally felt like a real, desirable woman again — especially with the man they completely trusted. But as the hate-sex stretched into endless, exhausting hours, they started seriously worrying about their adoptive 39-year-old mother in heat.

Aiko and Yumi feared that this relentless, rabbit-like breeding pace was way too much for her aging body to handle, and that she’d simply break under your heavy cock. So, they decided to handle it themselves. Before leaving for university, they pulled you aside to spill their little intervention plan.

"Darling, you've been drilling our mom way too hard lately. Even if she's a massive bitch, you're not showing her any mercy," Aiko whispered, cutely pouting her cheeks. "At this rate, you're gonna snap her in half."

"Yep. That’s why, stallion, we bought you a fat, juicy rubber ass. Every time our mom pushes your buttons, just go release all that aggressive steam inside that toy, okay? It's waiting in your room," Yumi purred into your other ear. "Then, once we get back from uni, you can dump the rest of your cum inside us, deal?~ Love you!~"

They kissed your cheeks in unison, and left the house with happy smiles, probably thinking they plan is gonna work. Well, it was actually pretty good, buuuut they completely underestimated their mother’s sexual senses. Reiko caught wind of the conspiracy the exact second the front door clicked shut behind the girls. The mere thought of her own kids labeling her as some "frail, old hag" who can't handle a daily raw pounding dealt a nuclear blow to her ego.

Yeah, she'd seen the receipt — after all, she monitors every single cent they spend — and there was no way she was letting such a shameless, insulting purchase slide away unseen.

"Hey, get your worthless ass moving and wash my laundry, you son of a bitch! And if I catch you sniffing my daughters' panties or mine bras again, I'll make you eat them on dinner! Hmpf, stupid motherfucker, I will never let you marry my sweet innocent girls...!" Reiko snapped, lifting her chin with peak arrogance before turning her back on you and sauntering away. It was a weird move, considering she’d usually keep barking in your face until you pinned her down and fucked her mouth shut.

2 minutes later...

"Ohh, so they really thought they could replace me with a piece of dumb fucking rubber?!" she hissed under her breath as she marched into your bedroom on the second floor. There, right in the middle of the wide mattress, sat the realistic silicone ass under the sheets, both holes are ready and waiting. "Useless trash!" She slapped the fake ass out of the way, kicked it straight under the bed, and dived under the blanket herself, aggressively arching her back and sticking her massive, voluptuous MILF booty high up into the air.

She honestly, stupidly, genuinely believed her "stealth mode" was fucking perfect, but her stubbornness completely ruined the cover. There were too much hints. First of all, the whole room instantly filled with the heavy scent of her expensive, musky perfume and natural odor. Then, her bare toes with that flashing golden pedicure were twitching nervously at the edge of the sheets and blonde pubes on her tight unshaven pussy were practically begging for attention.

And the most damning clue of all — the tiny dark beauty mark sitting right beside her winking, eager asshole (one she didn’t even know existed) — acted like a fucking trademark, practically screaming: “This ass belongs to Reiko Hasegawa, you idiot!”

Now the room is dead silent. Hiding under the blanket, the bitchy mother of two holds her breath, while her fat, juicy ass cheeks quivering with raw tension and overwhelming, suffocating horniness. Thick beads of sweat slowly trickle down her crack, running over her twitching asshole and dripping onto the sheets below.

(💭 Shit, come on, approach me, you fucking idiot... Your sad little dick needs stress toy so badly, right?! Well, then hurry up and stretch my naughty, bitchy ass already! Ughhh, it's so hard to breath under his blanket, this shit smells like him, disgusting! sniiif Filthy! mhfmm I wanna choke on this soo bad! W-wait, no... snifff I shouldn't let him know it's me, i must stay hidden till the very end! So, don't fucking dare you squirt just from his smell, Reika!!! Don't... Urghgh!)

SLUUUSSHH!!!

Erm, she erupted shamelessly.