Hentai Anime Cheating Mom Hinata – Big Ass and Big Tits Housewife’s Complete Downfall Turns into a Big Ass Anal Slut

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Hinata, the curvy big-titted, massive-assed shy housewife and mother, starts noticing her hot new neighbor Kaito while hanging laundry, gets so turned on she rides a huge dildo thinking about him and gets caught mid-orgasm by her 18-year-old daughter Himawari, who teases her after watching her squirt; the next days the tension explodes when Kaito comes over, fingers and fucks Hinata against the wall then in her marital bed while making her stare at her husband’s photo, fills her pussy with cum and starts playing with her still-virgin ass; later Himawari secretly brings Kaito into her room at night and Hinata wakes up to find him savagely pounding her daughter’s fat ass, leading to a filthy threesome where mother and daughter end up side by side getting their holes used, with Kaito obsessively comparing and praising how Hinata’s enormous heavy ass completely dwarfs Himawari’s already big one while he switches between both of their pussies and assholes until both women are leaking his cum and fully addicted to being his sluts.

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Chapter 1: The Neighbor’s Window

Hinata’s routine was perfect… and completely empty. Wake up, make breakfast, drop Boruto and Himawari off at school (or college, in her daughter’s case), clean the entire house until it shone, do laundry, cook dinner, and then wait. Wait for Naruto to come back from yet another work trip that always dragged on longer than planned. One week turned into two. Two turned into three. The big marital bed felt enormous and cold. Their sex life was mechanical, rare, and always in the dark. Hinata was too shy to really show herself. She was embarrassed by her heavy, full tits that weighed too much, by her fat, rounded, high ass that any tight pants hugged shamelessly, by her thick, hairy pussy and the fuzzy little asshole she kept hidden even from herself. She had never done anal. She had never really touched herself until recently. She was the perfect stay-at-home mom: big tits, fat ass, pale skin, and painfully shy.

That Monday morning, while she was hanging laundry in the backyard, she saw the new neighbor. Kaito. Recently divorced, around thirty-five, dark-skinned, tall, shirtless, his torso glistening with sweat from his morning workout. When their eyes met, he waved with a slow, dirty smile that felt like it was looking straight through her thin blouse and straight at her heavy tits. Hinata’s face burned all the way to her ears. She bent down to grab something from the basket. When she straightened up, she caught his eyes locked on her deep cleavage and the thick curve of her ass that her tight cotton panties clearly outlined under the skirt. An old, almost forgotten tingle shot straight through her belly and landed between her legs.

She rushed through the rest of the laundry, nearly dropping the basket, and hurried back inside with her heart hammering in her throat. From the kitchen window, unable to stop herself, she watched Kaito still on his balcony, wiping the towel over his sweaty chest, arms, and defined abs. He looked toward her house again. Hinata hid behind the curtain but couldn’t look away. Those muscles, that smile, that stare that made her feel watched. Desired. Something Naruto hadn’t made her feel in years.

That night the house was quiet. Boruto had gone out with friends. Himawari, eighteen, was in her room, supposedly studying or scrolling on her phone with headphones on. Hinata locked herself in the master bedroom, heart still racing. She lay down on the too-big bed. Her hand slid over her stomach without her noticing. Her heavy tits rose and fell under the thin nightgown. Her hairy pussy was already wet and throbbing for no obvious reason—or for a very obvious one. “I’m married,” she whispered to the ceiling. “I’m a mother. This is wrong.” But the ache wouldn’t go away. It only got worse.

Hinata opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, the one hidden behind the winter clothes. She pulled out the vibrator. A thick, realistic dildo, almost twelve inches long, veiny, with a fat head. The toy she had bought months ago online, red-faced with shame, and that had become her only company on the long nights Naruto was gone. She turned it on to the lowest setting just to feel the buzz. The low hum filled the room.

She got on her knees on the bed, back to the door, and pressed the thick head against the entrance of her already soaked pussy. Her wet curls parted around it. She pushed slowly. The thick silicone stretched her tight hole inch by inch. Hinata bit her lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. When she felt the base almost disappear inside her, she started riding.

Her big, high ass rose and fell hard. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy swallowing the fake cock filled the room—schlick, schlick, schlick—mixed with the slap of skin. Hinata closed her eyes and thought about Kaito. His sweaty chest, that dirty smile, the way he had stared at her ass. She imagined it was his cock stretching her open. Her heavy tits swung back and forth with every drop of her hips. She sped up, moaning low and slutty, completely out of control for once.

“Fuck… so thick…” she whispered, voice shaky. Her pussy made obscenely wet noises, swallowing the entire dildo with the skill of someone who had practiced alone many nights. Her ass slapped hard against the base. The mattress creaked.

She never heard the door open.

Himawari, eighteen, had taken off her headphones because she heard a strange noise. She walked into her mother’s room without knocking, curious, and froze in the doorway. The sight hit her all at once: her mother on her knees on the bed, nightgown hiked up to her waist, that huge pale ass bouncing hard on an enormous dildo that disappeared completely inside her hairy pussy. Heavy tits swinging. Low, wet moans. The thick smell of sex in the air.

Himawari stood there for several long seconds, eyes wide, a wicked little smile slowly spreading across her lips. Then she took two steps inside.

Hinata only noticed when she felt the presence. She turned her head, still arched, the dildo buried deep. All the blood drained from her face and rushed back at once in a wave of pure, burning shame.

“H-Himawari?! What the—get out!”

Her daughter didn’t leave. She walked right up to the edge of the bed with that filthy, curious expression of someone who had just discovered the best secret of her life.

“Mom… how big is that thing?” Her voice was low, teasing. “You were moaning so loud I thought someone was actually in here.”

Hinata tried to get up, but her legs were shaking. Himawari moved fast, grabbed her mother’s arm, and pulled.

“Come on. I need to show you something in my room.”

“Himawari, no! I’ll come, just… let me—”

The daughter pulled harder, laughing under her breath. Hinata lost her balance. Her heavy body toppled sideways off the bed. The dildo slipped out of her pussy with a loud, wet plop—and the sudden loss of fullness, the shame, her daughter’s eyes on her, all of it slammed together and made Hinata cum completely out of control.

The squirt shot out hard in thick jets. Her hairy pussy clenched violently, spraying clear fluid that soaked her thighs, the sheets, the floor. Hinata let out a high, broken moan, almost a sob, collapsed on her side, legs open, the vibrator still buzzing on the floor beside her. Her heavy tits heaved with every gasping breath. Her face was scarlet with shame and raw pleasure mixed together.

Himawari’s eyes went huge. Then she let out a low, filthy little laugh.

“Holy shit, Mom… you squirted just from getting caught? And look at the size of that cock… easy twelve inches. You were taking the whole thing. What a hidden little slut.”

“Himawari!” Hinata scrambled to cover herself with the sheet, trying to close her legs, voice hoarse and shaking. “Get out of here right now! This isn’t funny!”

Her daughter kept teasing, tilting her head, staring at the wet dildo on the floor.

“Relax, Mom. I’m not telling Dad. But… fuck. I had no idea you were like this.”

“Get out!” Hinata shouted, the shame flipping into anger. “Now!”

Himawari raised her hands, still laughing, and backed away.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. My bad. Just… wasn’t expecting that.” She ran out into the hallway, her laughter echoing, clearly having the time of her life.

Hinata stayed alone on the bedroom floor, soaked, the sheet stuck to her body, the dildo still buzzing beside her. Her heart hammered so hard it hurt. The shame was crushing—her own eighteen-year-old daughter had just watched her ride a giant rubber cock, watched her squirt like a desperate slut, and had gotten off on the whole thing. But underneath the shame, something hotter and filthier pulsed between her legs.

Being watched.

Her daughter’s eyes on her while her pussy gushed. That teasing voice calling her a hidden slut. The fact that she couldn’t even stop herself from cumming after she’d already been caught.

Hinata turned off the vibrator with a shaking hand, cleaned up what she could, shoved the toy back in the drawer, and crawled under the still-wet sheet. She tried to sleep. Her body refused. Her pussy still throbbed, hypersensitive, her curls soaked. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Himawari’s face watching her, that dirty little smile… and the ache came back stronger. Then the image shifted to Kaito on the balcony, sweaty, staring at her ass.

She slid her hand between her legs again, this time without the toy. Her fingers found her swollen, slippery pussy. She rubbed her puffy clit while thinking about both things at once: the neighbor who wanted her, and the fact that she’d been watched while she came like a complete whore. The second orgasm was quieter but deeper. Hinata bit the pillow hard so she wouldn’t moan loud again.

When exhaustion finally hit, one uncomfortable, thrilling certainty had already settled inside her.

Being watched gave her an uncontrollable rush.

Something she had only ever done in secret now had a brand-new, dirtier flavor. More dangerous.

And next door, Kaito’s window was still there.
Open.
Waiting.

Chapter 2: The Sugar Request and the Taste of Shame

Hinata woke up the next day with her body still heavy and her pussy sore. The sheet was stained, the smell of sex still clinging to the bedroom. For the first time in a long while she hadn’t been able to sleep properly. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the same sequence: the thick dildo disappearing inside her, the wet slap of her ass bouncing, Himawari’s eyes frozen in the doorway, the moment the rubber cock slipped out and the squirt exploded without control. Her eighteen-year-old daughter watching her mother cum like a desperate slut.

The shame burned. But underneath the shame there was something else, hotter and filthier. A constant ache between her legs that didn’t go away even after the cold shower she took early in the morning.

Himawari showed up in the kitchen while Hinata was already making breakfast. The daughter was wearing tiny shorts and an oversized T-shirt, hair thrown up in a messy bun. Her eyes sparkled with that same wicked, curious little smile from the night before.

“Sleep well, Mom?”

Hinata felt her face heat up all over again. She avoided her daughter’s gaze, focusing on scrambling the eggs.

“I slept. Do you need something?”

“Nope. Just…” Himawari stepped closer, grabbed a slice of toast and spoke low, only for her to hear, “…don’t forget to hide the toy better next time. Or lock the door. Although… it was pretty interesting.”

Hinata spun around.

“Himawari. Enough. We don’t talk about that.”

The daughter raised both hands, still smiling, and left the kitchen with the toast in her mouth. Hinata stayed alone, hands slightly shaking over the frying pan. Her pussy throbbed just from the memory. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her panties already a little damp. “What the fuck is wrong with my head,” she thought. “My own daughter saw me… and I came. I came hard.”

Boruto left soon after, in a hurry. Himawari did too, saying she was spending the day at a friend’s house and would only be back at night. The house fell silent. Empty. Dangerous.

Hinata tried to stick to the routine. Wash the dishes. Iron clothes. Clean the bathroom. But every movement brought the memory back. The weight of the dildo inside her. Her daughter’s stare. The squirt that soaked the floor. And mixed with all of it, the image of Kaito on the balcony, shirtless, sweat running down his chest, eyes locked on her ass.

Around eleven in the morning she couldn’t take it anymore. She went to the bedroom, locked the door (this time with the key), pulled down her pants and panties, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers slid down to her hairy pussy. It was soaked. The wet curls clung to her fingers when she spread them. She rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles, remembering the shame of being watched, the way Himawari had called her a hidden slut. The orgasm hit fast and quiet, her legs trembling. Hinata bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan. Afterward she just sat there, breathing hard, staring at her own wet hand.

“This is getting out of control.”

She got dressed again, choosing a longer skirt and a blouse that covered her tits better. Even so she could feel the fabric brushing against her already sensitive nipples.

It was almost one in the afternoon when the doorbell rang.

Hinata opened the door and felt her stomach flip. Kaito was standing there. White shirt unbuttoned at the chest, dark shorts, hair still damp from a recent shower. That same dirty smile.

“Sorry to bother you, neighbor. Ran out of sugar again. Can I borrow a cup? I promise I’ll pay you back with interest this time.”

His voice was low, rough, full of an intention she pretended not to notice. Hinata swallowed hard.

“Of course… come in. I’ll get it.”

He stepped inside. His scent—clean male soap, skin, a hint of leftover sweat—filled the kitchen. Hinata went to the cupboard, feeling his eyes on her back. The skirt wasn’t that tight, but it still hugged the thick curve of her ass. She stretched up to grab the sugar jar from the top shelf and her blouse rode up a little, showing a strip of skin at her waist.

When she turned around, Kaito was closer than he should have been. He didn’t touch her, but his body took up the space.

“Your house is real quiet today,” he commented. “Kids gone?”

“Yeah. Boruto and… Himawari. She won’t be back until tonight.”

“So you’re all alone.”

The sentence hung in the air, heavy. Hinata set the sugar jar on the table, avoiding his eyes. Her hands were trembling slightly.

“Take as much as you need.”

Kaito didn’t pick up the jar right away. He just kept looking at her. The smile faded a little, turning into something more intense.

“You’re different today, Hinata. More… flushed. Bad night’s sleep?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He took another step. Now he was close enough for her to feel the heat of his body. “Because yesterday, when I saw you in the backyard… you got the same way. All embarrassed. I like it when you get red like that.”

Hinata felt her pussy throb inside her panties. The memory of the night before mixed with his presence. Being watched. Being wanted. The two feelings stacking on top of each other.

“I need to…” she started, but her voice came out weak.

Kaito lifted his hand slowly and brushed the back of his fingers along the side of her arm, just a light touch, testing. Hinata didn’t pull away. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it.

“Your husband still traveling a lot?”

“Yes.”

“And he leaves you like this? Needy? With that ass and those tits all hidden away?”

She opened her mouth to give some polite answer, anything, but Kaito leaned in a little more. His warm breath touched her ear.

“Yesterday you watched me through the window. I saw you. You hid behind the curtain, but I still saw you. And I liked it.”

Hinata’s legs almost gave out. The shame of being caught by Himawari was still fresh, and now this man was talking exactly about the thing she feared and craved most: being watched.

“I didn’t… I just…”

“Shh.” He dragged his thumb along her jaw, tilting her face up. “You don’t have to lie. I saw the way you looked. And I saw the way that fat ass swayed when you bent over. Fuck, Hinata… you’ve got a slut’s ass hidden under those housewife clothes.”

The word “slut” left his mouth and went straight to her clit. Hinata let out a soft sound, almost a moan. Kaito really smiled this time.

“Yeah… you liked hearing that.”

He still didn’t kiss her. He just stayed there, thumb stroking the skin of her face, body almost pressed against hers. Hinata could feel the hard bulge inside his shorts brushing lightly against her thigh. The smell, the heat, the voice… everything together made her pussy drip.

“I should go,” she whispered, with zero conviction.

“Then give me the sugar and I’ll leave. But first… answer me one thing. Last night, when you were alone… did you think about me?”

Hinata closed her eyes. The image of the dildo, the squirt, her daughter’s stare and Kaito’s sweaty chest all tangled together into one hot, filthy mess.

“Yes,” she confessed, voice almost inaudible.

Kaito let out a low, satisfied breath. He brought his mouth to her ear.

“Good. Because I thought about you too. Thought about that mouth. Those tits. That pussy that must get all wet and messy when you touch yourself. And I thought about how it would feel to fuck you slow until you forget you’re married.”

Hinata actually moaned this time. Her legs squeezed together on their own, trying to ease the pressure. Kaito noticed. His smile got wider, dirtier.

He finally picked up the sugar jar, but didn’t step back right away. His free hand slid over her waist, down to the curve of her ass, and squeezed lightly through the skirt.

“Whenever you want more than just sugar… just call. Or leave the back door open. I’ll come.”

Then he let go, took a step back, and walked out like nothing had happened. The door clicked shut. Hinata stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, legs shaking, panties soaked, heavy tits rising and falling way too fast.

She couldn’t wait.

She went to the door, locked it, and shoved her hand under her skirt. Her fingers found the wet panties, pulled them to the side, and two fingers sank straight into her hot, hairy pussy. Hinata braced herself against the wall and fucked herself hard, imagining they were Kaito’s fingers, imagining he was standing there watching, imagining Himawari could come home any second and catch her again. The orgasm hit violent, her legs giving out, a loud moan escaping before she could smother it.

When her body finally stopped shaking, Hinata slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, skirt hiked up, fingers still inside herself. Breathing hard. Heart racing.

The shame was still there. But now it was different. It was a good shame. A shame that made her pussy throb all over again just from remembering.

She wiped her fingers on her own skirt, stood up, and walked to the kitchen window. Across the way, Kaito’s house. The balcony empty. But she knew he was inside. She knew he had felt how wet she was just from the way she trembled.

Hinata spent the rest of the afternoon in a constant state of low-level arousal. She cleaned the house again just to have something to do. Took another shower. Touched herself two more times—once in the shower, once lying on the bed with her legs spread and her face buried in the pillow to muffle the moans. Every orgasm came wrapped in the same mix: the image of Kaito talking dirty in her ear and the memory of being watched by Himawari while she came.

When her daughter came home around eight, Hinata had composed herself enough to pretend everything was normal. She made dinner. Talked about the day. But every time Himawari looked at her with that little sideways smile, her pussy clenched on its own.

Later, after the house was asleep, Hinata lay awake in the dark. Her hand slid between her legs again. This time she didn’t use the toy. Just her fingers. Slow. Filthy. Thinking about what Kaito had said:

“Whenever you want more than just sugar… just call.”

She already wanted it.

The ache hadn’t gone away. It had only changed shape. Now it had a name, a face, a voice. And it carried the metallic, sweet taste of the shame of being caught.

Hinata came quietly, biting the pillow, and for the first time in years she didn’t just feel lonely.

She felt hungry.

And on the other side of the wall, only a few meters away, the light in Kaito’s bedroom was still on.

Chapter 3: The Unexpected Visit and the First Taste of Sin

The next day dawned way too hot for the season. Hinata woke up with her body already restless, her pussy throbbing before she even opened her eyes. The memory of the conversation with Kaito was still fresh: the low voice in her ear, the thumb on her jaw, the hand squeezing her ass through the skirt, the filthy line she couldn’t stop replaying. “Whenever you want more than just sugar… just call.”

She got up, took a cold shower, scrubbed her body hard like she could wash the desire off along with the soap. It didn’t work. Her nipples stayed too sensitive under the bra, her panties already dampening just from thinking about him.

Himawari appeared in the kitchen with that same sharp little smile of someone who knew too much.

“Bad sleep again, Mom? You look like someone who spent the whole night… busy.”

Hinata almost choked on her coffee.

“Himawari, for God’s sake.”

The daughter leaned against the counter, crossed her arms under her small tits, and watched her mother with open, almost cruel curiosity.

“I’m just saying. You were always so proper. So… reserved. And then all of a sudden I catch you riding a twelve-inch dildo and squirting all over the floor. Then yesterday you walk around all day looking like your pussy is aching. Is there someone else involved in this besides the toy?”

Hinata felt her face catch fire. She turned her back, pretending to stir the pan.

“Get out of the kitchen. Go study. Or go out. Anything.”

Himawari laughed quietly but obeyed. Before she left, though, she stopped in the doorway and spoke over her shoulder:

“If you need help hiding the evidence next time… just call. I’ll keep the secret. For now.”

The door clicked shut. Hinata stayed alone, hands shaking, pussy throbbing again just from the teasing. Her eighteen-year-old daughter knew. And worse, she seemed to be enjoying it. The feeling of being watched, even just in memory, made her clit pulse inside her panties.

She tried to keep busy. Cleaned the whole house twice. Did laundry. Ironed. Cooked more than necessary. Nothing helped. Her body was begging for relief. Around noon she couldn’t take it anymore. She locked the bedroom, pulled down her pants and panties, lay on her back on the bed and spread her legs. Her fingers slid down to her hairy slit, already soaked. She rubbed her swollen clit hard, pushed two fingers deep, and fucked herself imagining they were Kaito’s fingers, imagining he was standing there watching, talking dirty. The orgasm hit fast and wet. Hinata bit the pillow so she wouldn’t scream. When it was over she stared at the ceiling, breathing hard, and whispered to herself:

“I’m losing my mind.”

By three in the afternoon the house was still empty. Boruto had texted that he was sleeping over at a friend’s. Himawari sent a message saying she would be late and only get home after ten. Hinata read the message and felt a strange chill in her stomach—a mix of relief and danger.

That was when the doorbell rang.

She opened the door and the world seemed to stop for a second. Kaito was standing there again. This time with no sugar excuse. Black shirt unbuttoned at the chest, dark jeans, the same dirty smile, but his eyes darker, more direct.

“I came to return the sugar,” he said, holding up a small jar. “And I came to see if you were still alone.”

Hinata swallowed hard. Her heart slammed so hard she felt it in her tits.

“I am… yes.”

“Then can I come in?”

She should have said no. She should have closed the door. Instead she stepped aside. Kaito walked in. His scent filled the living room. He shut the door behind him with a soft click and just looked at her.

“You’re shaking, Hinata.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” He moved closer slowly, without rush, like someone approaching a skittish animal. “And I know why. You spent the whole day touching yourself, didn’t you? Thinking about what I said yesterday.”

Hinata opened her mouth to lie, but the truth came out first.

“Yes.”

Kaito let out a low sound, almost a satisfied growl. He stopped right in front of her. The height difference forced Hinata to tilt her face up. He lifted his hand and dragged his thumb across her lower lip, slow.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed without thinking. Kaito pushed his thumb between her lips. Hinata sucked on instinct, her hot tongue wrapping around the finger. The taste of his skin, the salt, the heat. He watched carefully, eyes half-lidded.

“That’s it… good girl. You suck pretty well for someone who plays the innocent housewife.”

He pulled his thumb out, slid his hand down her neck, over her collarbone, to her cleavage. Without asking permission he tugged her blouse and bra down. Her heavy, full tits spilled out. The nipples were already hard, dark, sensitive. Kaito muttered a low curse.

“Fuck. Look at these tits. Heavy, juicy… made to be sucked and fucked. Your husband doesn’t take proper care of these, does he?”

Before she could answer he bent down and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly. Hinata let out a loud moan, hands flying to his hair. His other hand squeezed the second tit, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the nipple. He sucked one, then the other, leaving both wet and red.

“Ah… Kaito… we shouldn’t…”

“Shut up,” he murmured against her skin. “You want this just as bad as I do.”

He pushed her gently backward until her back hit the living-room wall. His hand slid down her stomach, under her skirt, and found her already soaked panties. His fingers brushed her hairy slit through the fabric.

“Soaking wet. Just from me sucking your tits. What a needy little slut.”

Hinata moaned, legs spreading on their own. Kaito yanked the panties to the side and finally touched her pussy directly. Two fingers slid between the wet lips, parting the curls, finding her swollen clit. He rubbed firm circles while his mouth went back to her tits.

“Look how you drip… all messy for the neighbor. Imagine if your daughter saw you right now. The perfect mom getting finger-fucked in the living room.”

The mention of Himawari made Hinata’s pussy clench hard around his fingers. A louder moan escaped. Kaito laughed low and dirty.

“Yeah… you liked remembering that. You liked being watched yesterday, didn’t you? Came squirting in front of your own daughter. What a hidden whore.”

He shoved both fingers deep at once. Hinata cried out softly, head thudding against the wall. Kaito finger-fucked her with a steady rhythm, curling them to hit the right spot, mouth sucking without mercy. In just a few minutes she was already on the edge.

“Cum for me,” he ordered. “I want to feel this pussy squeeze my fingers.”

Hinata didn’t last. The orgasm slammed through her, legs shaking, pussy clamping in strong spasms around his fingers. A little squirt ran down Kaito’s hand, wetting the floor between her feet. She sobbed with pleasure, nails digging into his shoulders.

Kaito pulled his fingers out slowly, lifted the wet hand to her mouth and ordered:

“Clean them.”

Hinata obeyed. She sucked her own juices off his fingers, tongue hot, eyes half-closed with shame and lust. Kaito watched every second.

“Good slut.”

He dropped his hand to his belt, opened his jeans and pulled his cock out. Thick, veiny, the head already shiny with precum. Hinata stared and felt her mouth water. It was bigger than the dildo she used. Hotter. More real.

“On your knees.”

She dropped down. Her hands trembled when they wrapped around the base. The masculine scent hit strong. Hinata dragged her tongue over the head, then took as much as she could. Kaito let out a guttural groan and grabbed her hair.

“That’s it… suck this cock. Show me how the proper little housewife sucks the neighbor’s dick.”

Hinata sucked eagerly, spit running down her chin, eyes watering. Her heavy tits swayed with every movement. Kaito fucked her mouth calmly at first, then harder, the cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop. The taste of him, the smell, the control… everything made her pussy throb again.

After a few minutes he pulled her up by the back of the neck and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth still tasted like cock. His tongue invaded, hungry, filthy. His hands dropped to her ass, squeezed hard, hiked the skirt up to her waist. The panties were yanked aside again. Kaito rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her wet entrance, sliding between the hairy lips.

“Can I put it in?” he asked, voice rough. “Or do you still want to pretend you’re a good wife?”

Hinata looked at him, panting, tits out, skirt bunched at her waist, pussy throbbing against the hot cock.

“Put it in,” she whispered. “For the love of God… put it in.”

Kaito pushed. The head stretched her open. Then the rest of his cock slid deep, inch by inch, until his balls slapped against her ass. Hinata let out a long, almost crying moan. It was thicker and hotter than any toy. He filled everything.

“Fuck… what a tight pussy. Soaking wet and still squeezes like that.”

He started fucking. Firm, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the quiet living room. Hinata clung to his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist when he lifted her a little higher, fucking her against the wall. Her tits bounced between their bodies. Every thrust made her moan louder.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Say you’re a married slut getting fucked by the neighbor.”

“I am… ah… I’m a married slut… getting fucked by the neighbor…” her voice came out broken, filthy, liberating.

Kaito sped up. His hand slid between their bodies and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. Hinata came again, pussy clamping hard around his cock, more squirt running down her thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm until her inner walls became even more sensitive.

“I’m gonna cum inside,” he warned. “I want to leave this pussy full.”

Hinata could only moan a “yes.” Kaito buried himself deep and came with a rough groan, hot jets flooding her womb. She felt every pulse, every load of cum being pumped into her. When he finally stopped, they stayed pressed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her.

Slowly, Kaito pulled out. Cum leaked immediately, mixed with her juices, running down her wet curls and thighs. He looked down, watching the mess, then dragged two fingers through it, scooped up some of the load and pushed it back inside her pussy.

“Leave it like that. I want you to feel my cum leaking the rest of the day.”

Hinata was wrecked. Legs shaking, tits marked with hickeys, skirt bunched at her waist, panties crooked and shoved aside. Kaito casually fixed his own clothes, then pulled her blouse back up, covering her tits any which way. He kissed her forehead, almost tender.

“Next time I want more time. I want to fuck you in your marriage bed. I want to eat this pussy until you squirt on my face. And I want to hear you beg me to take that ass too.”

Hinata could only make a weak sound. He smiled, grabbed the sugar jar he had brought (and never actually returned) and walked to the door.

“Leave the back door unlocked tomorrow afternoon. I’ll come.”

The door shut. Hinata slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. Cum kept leaking, staining her skirt and the floor. She reached between her legs, felt the hot, sticky mess, and a low, disbelieving laugh escaped her throat.

She had just cheated on her husband.

She had just let the neighbor cum inside her.

And the worst part: she was already thinking about the next time.

She stood up slowly, legs still unsteady, and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror: messy hair, swollen lips, marked tits, thighs shiny with cum. For a second the shame tried to come back. Then the other feeling hit harder, dirtier.

Lust.

Hinata cleaned the excess but left some of the cum inside on purpose. She pulled her panties back on over the mess. The warm, wet feeling stayed with her the rest of the afternoon.

When Himawari came home around ten, Hinata had already showered and gotten dressed again. The daughter looked her up and down, the usual little smile on her face.

“You look different, Mom. More… relaxed. Something happen while I was gone?”

Hinata held her daughter’s gaze a second longer than necessary.

“Nothing you need to know.”

Himawari laughed quietly, clearly not believing it, and went to her room. Hinata stayed in the kitchen, one hand resting low on her belly, still feeling the ghost of Kaito’s cock and the load he had left inside her.

Across the wall, the light in the neighbor’s bedroom was on.

And tomorrow, the back door would stay unlocked.

Chapter 4: The Marriage Bed and the Taste of Cuckold

Hinata spent the next morning like she was in a trance. She woke up with her pussy still sensitive, a slight, delicious ache that reminded her of every inch of Kaito’s cock inside her. His cum had leaked during the night, staining the panties she had worn to sleep. In the shower she rubbed herself slowly, fingers exploring the still-swollen entrance, and came quietly under the water thinking about him.

Himawari watched her at the breakfast table with those eyes that were way too sharp for a daughter.

“You’re walking different, Mom. More… open-legged.”

Hinata almost choked on her coffee.

“Himawari, for the love of God.”

The daughter smiled sideways, stirring her cereal without any rush.

“Just saying. Yesterday you smelled like sex when I got home. It wasn’t Dad’s smell. He’s far away, right?”

The silence that followed was heavy. Hinata gripped her cup too tight.

“Don’t talk nonsense. And stop sniffing around your mother.”

Himawari shrugged, but the little smirk never left.

“Relax. I’m not telling anyone. I just think it’s… interesting. The perfect housewife suddenly found out she’s got a slut hiding inside. I approve.”

She stood up, kissed the top of her mother’s head in an almost affectionate way, and left humming. Hinata stayed alone, heart beating way too fast. Her daughter knew. Or at least suspected. And instead of pure shame, Hinata felt her clit throb traitorously.

In the afternoon the house emptied again. Boruto texted that he was staying at a friend’s until the next day. Himawari sent a message saying she was spending the night at the same friend’s house. Hinata read the messages and felt her stomach twist with anticipation and guilt.

She left the back door unlocked, exactly like Kaito had asked.

He showed up around three-thirty, without knocking. He simply walked in through the back door like he already belonged there. Hinata was in the kitchen in a light dress, no bra, panties already damp just from waiting. When she saw him, her legs trembled.

Kaito closed the door behind him and stared at her for a long moment.

“You left it open.”

“I did.”

“Good girl.”

He walked over without hurry, grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her deep, filthy, tongue invading like he wanted to claim territory. Hinata moaned into his mouth, hands rising to his broad shoulders. The kiss lasted until she was out of breath.

When they pulled apart, Kaito looked around.

“Where’s the bedroom you share with him?”

Hinata swallowed hard.

“At the end of the hall…”

“Take me there. I want to fuck you in the bed you sleep in with your husband.”

Her stomach flipped in a delicious, wrong way. She led him down the hallway, heart hammering. The master bedroom was tidy, the big bed made with the clean sheets she herself had changed that morning. Kaito stopped in the doorway, looking at the photo of Hinata and Naruto on the dresser, the wedding rings in a little dish, the soft scent of her perfume in the air.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “I’m gonna wreck you right here.”

He pushed her gently onto the bed. Hinata sat on the edge. Kaito stood between her legs and pulled off his own shirt. Defined chest, hard abs, the trail of hair leading down into his jeans. Then he undid his belt and pulled his cock out. Already hard, thick, the head glistening.

“Take the dress off. Slow. I want to watch.”

Hinata obeyed. She pulled the dress up, revealing her heavy bare tits, soft belly, and the white panties already stained. Kaito muttered a low curse of appreciation.

“Panties too.”

She lifted her hips and slid them down her legs. Her hairy pussy appeared, lips already puffy and shiny. Kaito dropped to his knees on the floor between her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Spread wider. I want to eat this married pussy until you squirt on my face.”

His tongue found her slit in one long stroke. He licked broad and filthy, bottom to top, finishing on her clit with firm pressure. Hinata fell back onto the bed, hands fist­ing the sheets. Kaito sucked hungrily, fingers spreading her hairy lips, tongue pushing in and out, nose rubbing through the wet curls. The sounds were obscene—wet, greedy.

“Fuck… what a delicious pussy. Smells like sex and cheating,” he said between licks. “Does your husband eat this? I doubt he eats it like this.”

He shoved two fingers deep while sucking her clit hard. Hinata cried out, thighs trembling around his head. Kaito finger-fucked her with a steady rhythm, curling them to hit the spot, mouth sucking without mercy. In just a few minutes she was already on the edge.

“Cum. Squirt in my mouth, slut.”

Hinata obeyed. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, pussy clenching, jets of fluid running over Kaito’s mouth and chin. He drank what he could, licking everything up, groaning in approval. When she stopped shaking he climbed up her body, kissed her with a mouth still wet from her juices, and positioned himself between her legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. In your marriage bed. And you’re gonna beg me to cum inside again.”

He pushed his cock in all the way in one thrust. Hinata gasped loudly, nails digging into his back. Kaito gave her no time to adjust. He started pounding deep and hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the bedroom. The bed creaked. Hinata’s heavy tits bounced with every thrust.

“Look at the picture of you two while I fuck you,” he ordered, turning her face toward the framed photo. “Look at your husband while the neighbor’s cock wrecks you.”

Hinata looked. The old wedding photo, innocent smiles. And now she was here, legs spread, moaning like a whore, getting fucked hard in the same bed. The contradiction made her cum again, pussy squeezing his cock in desperate spasms.

Kaito laughed low and dirty.

“That’s it. Cum while you look at him. Lucky fucking cuckold… or unlucky.”

He flipped her onto all fours without pulling out. Her big, high ass was fully exposed. Kaito grabbed both cheeks with both hands, spread them and admired the view: her pussy swallowing his cock, wet curls, the tight fuzzy asshole right above.

“What a pretty little asshole… all closed up, virgin to cock. One day I’m gonna ruin that too.”

He spat on her asshole and rubbed his thumb there while he kept fucking her pussy hard. Hinata screamed into the pillow, her whole body shaking. The thumb pressed, played, but didn’t push in yet. Just the promise.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m… ah… a slut… married… cheating on my husband… in his bed…”

“Louder.”

“I’M A MARRIED SLUT GETTING FUCKED BY THE NEIGHBOR IN MY HUSBAND’S BED!”

Kaito let out a guttural groan and sped up. The thrusts turned brutal, her ass jiggling with every impact. He pushed his thumb in to the first knuckle in her tight asshole while he came. Hot, thick cum flooded Hinata’s pussy. She felt every jet, every pulse, and came with him for the third time, legs giving out.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting. Kaito was still inside her, cock twitching. After a while he pulled out slowly. Cum leaked immediately, an obscene amount running down her curls and staining the marriage sheets.

Kaito dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside.

“Leave it. I want you to sleep with my cum leaking tonight. And when your husband calls, I want you to answer with another man’s load in your pussy.”

Hinata was destroyed. Hair stuck to her forehead, tits marked with hickeys and fingerprints, ass red, pussy throbbing and dripping. Kaito lay down beside her, one heavy hand on her belly, and spoke low in her ear:

“You’re getting addicted fast. A few more days and you’ll be begging me to fuck you while your daughter is in the house. You’ll beg me to take you in the backyard, in the kitchen, anywhere. Because the slut inside you doesn’t want to hide anymore.”

Hinata closed her eyes. The truth in his words hurt and turned her on at the same time.

“I already can’t stop,” she confessed, voice rough.

“I know.”

He stayed a little longer, kissing her neck, squeezing her tits, playing with the cum that kept leaking. Then he got up, dressed calmly, and looked at her still naked and wrecked on the marriage bed.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. And this time I’m bringing a toy. I want to watch you ride this cock while I push something into that little asshole. Get it ready properly.”

Hinata could only nod, still breathing hard.

Kaito left through the back door. The silence that followed was deafening. Hinata stared at the bed: rumpled sheets, a wet stain in the middle, the thick smell of sex and cheating soaked into everything. Naruto’s photo still smiled from the dresser.

She didn’t change the sheets.

She lay right there, naked, legs open, and felt the cum keep slowly leaking. She dragged her fingers through the mess, brought them to her mouth and sucked. The taste of him mixed with her own.

Later, when Himawari texted that she would be even later, Hinata replied with a simple “okay, honey.” Then she turned off her phone, pushed two fingers into her cum-filled pussy and fucked herself slowly, staring at her husband’s photo, until she came one more time, quiet and filthy.

The back door would stay unlocked.

And from that afternoon on, the marriage bed was no longer just his.

Chapter 5: The Night the Daughter Became a Slut Too

The house was heavy with sleep.

It was almost three in the morning when Hinata woke up thirsty. Her body still ached in that deep, satisfying way from the afternoon before — her pussy throbbed remembering Kaito’s thick cock, her asshole still sensitive from the thumb he had pushed inside while he fucked her in the marriage bed. She got up naked, only wrapped in the thin sheet that still smelled like sex and dried cum, and went to the kitchen for water.

On the way back she passed the hallway and heard a noise.

A muffled moan.
The rhythmic creak of a bed.
The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin.

It was coming from Himawari’s room.

Hinata stopped. Her heart started racing. The first thought was that her daughter was touching herself. But the noise was too heavy. Too masculine. There was a deep breathing mixed in with Himawari’s high little moans.

She moved closer slowly, the sheet still wrapped around her body, bare feet on the cold floor. The door to her daughter’s room was cracked open. A thin strip of weak light from the bedside lamp spilled through the gap.

Hinata pushed the door open with her fingertips.

What she saw made the air leave her lungs.

Himawari was on all fours in the middle of the bed, completely naked. Her big, fat, round, high teenage ass was bouncing hard. The pale skin contrasted with the dark hands gripping it roughly. Kaito was kneeling behind her, shirtless and sweaty, his thick, veiny cock buried to the hilt in the daughter’s tight little asshole.

He was pounding her hard.
Every thrust made Himawari’s fat ass jiggle and slap against his hips with a wet, heavy sound. Slap. Slap. Slap. The girl’s ass was swallowing the entire cock, the pink rim stretched wide around the thickness. Her hairy, swollen pussy dripped below, untouched.

Himawari was moaning loud, zero shame, face buried in the pillow, fingers clutching the sheets.

“Yes… fuck my ass harder… shit, Kaito… ruin this little hole…”

Kaito laughed low and dirty, one hand on her waist and the other spreading her fat cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear.

“What a tight little teenage ass… you take it just like your mom. Only she still hasn’t given me hers. You got there first, you little slut.”

Hinata stood frozen in the doorway. The sheet slipped without her noticing, leaving her heavy tits and pussy fully exposed. The shock was so strong she couldn’t even scream. She couldn’t even breathe right. Her own daughter. Eighteen years old. Getting her ass fucked by the same man who had cum inside her just hours earlier.

And the worst part: the traitorous rush of heat that shot straight to her belly was immediate and violent.

Himawari turned her head, still getting railed, and saw her mother. Her eyes widened for a second… then a filthy, wicked smile spread across her sweaty face.

“Hey, Mom…” she said, breathless, voice broken by the thrusts. “You’re up…”

Kaito looked over his shoulder too. He didn’t stop fucking. He kept slamming into the daughter’s ass with the same force, only now he was smiling at Hinata.

“Well look who showed up. The lady of the house. You wanna come in or just stand there watching your daughter take cock in the ass?”

Hinata opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her legs shook. Her pussy, the traitor, was already dripping.

Himawari laughed, a short, slutty little sound, and pushed her fat ass even higher.

“Come in, Mom. Close the door. Since you already found out… you can watch. Or join. I don’t mind.”

Kaito pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard, ripping a loud cry from Himawari.

“She’s got an addictive little asshole, Hinata. Squeezes like a motherfucker. And that ass… look at the size of this fat teenage ass. Jiggles every time I thrust.”

He gave two hard smacks to the fat cheeks, making the flesh ripple. Himawari moaned loudly and pushed her hips back, taking the cock even deeper.

Hinata finally managed to move. She stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and stood there naked under the sheet that was now sliding off her shoulders. Her eyes couldn’t leave the scene: Kaito’s thick cock disappearing and reappearing in her own daughter’s ass, the fat cheeks bouncing, Himawari’s small tits swinging forward with every thrust.

“How… how long?” Hinata’s voice came out rough, almost unrecognizable.

Himawari smiled sideways, still getting fucked.

“A couple weeks. After I caught you riding that giant dildo… I got curious. Went to his place. Offered. He said yes. Now he fucks both of us. Mom and daughter. What a tasty little family, right?”

Kaito let out a low laugh and pulled Himawari by the hair, arching her back while he kept wrecking her ass.

“Your daughter came looking for me. Showed up at my door in little shorts and told me she’d seen her mom masturbating thinking about me. Then she got on her knees and asked me to fuck her little asshole. I didn’t say no. And she cums like a total slut when she takes it in the ass.”

Hinata felt her knees go weak. She moved closer to the bed without realizing it, like she was hypnotized. Kaito noticed and held out his free hand.

“Come here. Sit in front of her. I want you to watch up close while my cock disappears in your daughter’s ass.”

Hinata obeyed. She climbed onto the bed on her knees, right in front of Himawari. The daughter lifted her face, panting, mouth open, spit running down her chin, and smiled at her mother while taking thrust after thrust in the ass.

“See, Mom?… he’s bigger than your dildo… and hotter… ah, fuck… deeper!”

Kaito sped up. His balls slapped against Himawari’s wet pussy with every stroke. The sound was obscene, wet, animal. The girl’s fat ass was red from smacks and impact.

“Kiss your mom,” he ordered.

Himawari didn’t hesitate. She pulled Hinata’s face in and kissed her mother on the mouth, deep and filthy, while the cock kept pounding her ass without mercy. Hinata moaned into the kiss, her daughter’s tongue pushing into hers. The kiss was wrong, forbidden, and delicious.

Kaito watched everything, fucking harder.

“That’s it… mother and daughter making out while I ruin the younger one’s ass. What a slutty fucking view.”

He pulled his cock out of Himawari’s ass all at once. The hole stayed open, twitching, a ridiculous amount of lube and precum leaking out. Without wasting a second, Kaito grabbed Hinata by the waist, flipped her onto all fours next to her daughter, and shoved his ass-slick cock straight into the mother’s soaked pussy.

Hinata cried out. The cock slid in easy — her cunt was already dripping just from watching. Kaito fucked the mother hard for a few minutes, then pulled out again and went right back into Himawari’s ass. He alternated. One thrust in Mom’s pussy, three in the daughter’s ass. The two of them moaned together, side by side, asses up, tits swinging.

“Look at that… both fat-assed bitches in the house in the same place. The big-titted mom and the fat-assed daughter. I’m gonna cum and I don’t even know which hole to dump it in first.”

Himawari laughed breathlessly, looking sideways at her mother.

“Cum in my ass again… I want to feel it leaking… Mom can clean it up after if she wants.”

Kaito decided. He buried his cock to the hilt in Himawari’s tight little asshole and came with a long, rough groan. Thick jets of cum flooded the teenager’s guts. Himawari screamed in pleasure, her ass shaking, and came too just from feeling the hot load filling her. Her pussy dripped in strings onto the sheets.

When Kaito pulled out, Himawari’s asshole stayed half-open, white cum already starting to leak. He looked at Hinata, still panting, and pushed her head down.

“Clean your daughter.”

Hinata hesitated only a second. Then she obeyed. She lowered her face between her daughter’s fat cheeks and dragged her tongue over the ruined, cum-filled asshole. The taste was strong, filthy — lube, sex, and a man’s load. She sucked, licked, pushed her tongue inside, cleaning everything while Himawari moaned and laughed softly with pleasure and mockery.

“That’s it, Mom… suck the cum out of my ass… what a slut you’ve become…”

Kaito stroked himself while watching, his cock still half-hard and shiny with spit and leftovers. After a while he pulled Hinata up by the hair, put her on all fours again and fucked her pussy for the second time that night, pounding hard while Himawari turned to kiss her mother and pinch her heavy tits.

The three of them came together again. Kaito flooded Hinata’s pussy this time while the daughter tongue-fucked her mother’s mouth.

When it was finally over, the three of them collapsed onto Himawari’s bed, sweaty, reeking of sex, cum leaking from two different holes.

Kaito casually stroked Himawari’s fat ass with one hand and Hinata’s heavy tit with the other, smiling like a man who had just claimed both of them.

“From now on the back door stays open for both of you. Mom during the day. Daughter in the middle of the night. Or both together whenever it works. You decided to be sluts… now you’re gonna be sluts together.”

Himawari laughed, still out of breath, and pulled her mother into a lazy kiss.

“Welcome to this side, Mom. I told you it was gonna get interesting.”

Hinata didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes, feeling Kaito’s cum leaking from her pussy and the taste of her daughter’s ass still on her tongue, and for the first time she felt no urge to run from what she had become.

The night was still long.
And the house of the two sluts — mother and daughter — had just changed forever.

Chapter 6: The Two Asses and the Night That Wouldn’t End

Himawari’s bedroom still reeked of raw sex, sweat, and cum. The weak light from the bedside lamp kept illuminating the three sweaty bodies on the messed-up bed. Kaito lay in the middle, chest rising and falling, his wet, half-hard cock resting on his thigh. To his right, eighteen-year-old Himawari was still panting, her big, fat ass turned upward, the red, half-open little hole leaking the load he had dumped inside her minutes earlier. To his left, Hinata, the mother, naked, heavy tits fallen to the side, pussy throbbing and dripping his second load.

The silence didn’t last long.

Kaito lifted his head, looked from one ass to the other, and let out a low, rough, satisfied laugh.

“Holy fucking shit… look at the difference.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Himawari by the waist and flipped the girl back onto all fours just so he could stare. The daughter’s ass was big, yeah — round, fat, the kind of teenage ass that already had real woman meat on it, soft cheeks that jiggled easy when he spanked them. But when he pulled Hinata over and put the mother right next to her, the comparison became cruel and delicious.

Hinata’s ass was way bigger.
Wide. Heavy. High and thick in a way only a thirty-two-year-old mother of two could pull off. The cheeks were dense, full, the pale flesh spreading out to the sides when she got on all fours. Her fuzzy little asshole stayed hidden in the middle of all that volume, and her swollen pussy dripped right below it. Next to the daughter, the difference screamed: Himawari had a big, tasty young ass; Hinata had a full-grown slut’s ass, the kind that carried weight, that swayed heavy, that begged to be ruined with both hands.

Kaito ran his hand over the daughter’s ass first, squeezing the fat meat, giving it a smack that made the cheek ripple.

“This one’s good… soft, young, squeezes a cock like a dream.”

Then he ran his hand over the mother’s ass. His fingers almost disappeared into the abundant flesh. He spread both heavy cheeks with both hands, exposing the still basically virgin asshole and the messy pussy.

“But this one…” he spat right into the mother’s crack and spread the spit with his thumb, “…this one’s a whole different category. Look at the size. A man could choke on this. When I finally shove my cock in that little hole, it’s gonna be another level.”

Hinata shivered. Himawari, beside her, laughed quietly, face still mashed into the pillow.

“He ain’t lying, Mom. Yours is way bigger. Always has been. I used to get so jealous looking in the mirror.”

Kaito couldn’t just keep looking. He knelt behind the two of them, side by side on all fours, and started playing. He pushed two fingers into Hinata’s wet pussy and his thumb into Himawari’s already-loosened asshole, finger-fucking both of them at the same time. The asses bounced differently: the daughter’s jiggled fast and nice; the mother’s rolled heavy, the flesh moving in slow motion with every thrust of his hands.

“You two are a perfect set,” he muttered. “The fat-assed teenager who already gives up the ass and the mom with the monster ass who still hasn’t. We’re fixing that tonight.”

He pulled his fingers out, grabbed his cock that was already hard again, and rubbed the thick head first over Himawari’s asshole, then slid down and shoved it all the way into Hinata’s soaked pussy. The mother cried out into the sheets. Kaito fucked the mature cunt hard, both hands locked on that enormous ass, spreading and closing the cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear. Every thrust made Hinata’s heavy flesh slap against his hips.

“Fuck, what an ass… heavy as hell. Swings different from your daughter’s. Denser. More woman.”

Himawari turned onto her side, still on all fours, and watched the cock go in and out of her mother. One hand started rubbing her own clit, the other pulled Hinata’s face over and kissed her mother again, deep and filthy.

“Feels good, Mom?… he’s fucking you while staring at my ass… and telling you yours is bigger…”

Hinata could only moan into her daughter’s mouth. Kaito suddenly pulled out of the mother’s pussy, moved up, and pressed the thick head against Hinata’s fuzzy, virgin asshole. The mother trembled all over.

“Wait… slow… I’ve never…”

“I know,” he answered, voice thick. “That’s why I’m gonna open it slow. I want to feel every single inch stretch.”

He spat generously, spread it with his thumb, then started pushing. The head forced the tight ring open with difficulty. Hinata let out a long, almost pained moan, nails digging into the sheets. Himawari, right beside them, didn’t look away.

“That’s it, Mom… breathe… he’s thick, but it goes in… I took it, you can take it too…”

Kaito pushed another inch. More of his cock disappeared into the mature little hole. Hinata’s enormous ass trembled. He held both heavy cheeks wide open, watching the cock slowly vanish into that hot, virgin tunnel. When he finally buried himself to the hilt, all three of them made a sound at the same time: Hinata a sob of pleasure-pain, Himawari an excited moan, Kaito a guttural curse.

“It’s in… fuck… what a tight ass… and look at this… it looks like the cock just disappears in the middle of all this meat.”

He started fucking Hinata’s ass with short, deep strokes. The difference in volume was ridiculous: every time he pulled back and slammed in, the mother’s heavy ass rolled like waves. Beside her, Himawari’s big ass looked almost modest in comparison.

Kaito kept switching his gaze between the two.

“Your daughter’s got a delicious ass… fat, young, perfect for spanking. But yours, Hinata… yours is another level. It’s heavy. It’s wide. It’s built. A man could get lost in this ass. It can swallow a whole cock and still have meat left to grab.”

He pulled out of the mother’s ass, still dripping, and shoved it straight into Himawari’s already-used hole. The girl cried out in pleasure. Kaito fucked the daughter hard for a while, hips slamming into her fat cheeks, then went right back to the mother’s tighter hole and pushed in slow, feeling the difference in pressure and volume.

The two of them stayed side by side on all fours, moaning together, asses bouncing in different rhythms. Himawari reached over and started rubbing her mother’s clit. Hinata returned the favor, fingering the daughter’s wet pussy while she took cock in the ass.

Kaito was in heaven.

“Look at this… mother and daughter fingering each other while I fuck both asses. And these asses… goddamn. One big and the other ridiculous. I’m gonna cum and I don’t even know which hole to dump it in.”

He decided at the last second. He pulled out of Hinata’s ass, pushed the mother’s head toward the daughter, and came in thick, heavy jets across both asses at the same time — the fat teenage one and the monster maternal one. The ropes landed on the cheeks, ran down the cracks, and smeared both open little holes.

When he finished, Kaito stayed on his knees behind them, admiring the view: two sweaty, red, cum-covered asses, both holes twitching and half-open.

“Clean each other.”

Himawari didn’t need to be told twice. She turned, grabbed her mother’s enormous cheeks, and started licking the cum that was running down the middle of that heavy ass. Her tongue dragged over Hinata’s ruined asshole, up, sucking the flesh. Hinata, still shaking, returned the favor on her daughter’s fat ass, licking up the load, pushing her tongue into the already-loosened little hole.

Kaito stroked himself while watching, cock hardening again just from the sight.

“That’s it… Mom sucking cum out of her daughter’s ass… daughter buried in her mother’s giant ass… you two were born to be sluts together.”

The night kept going.

Kaito fucked them two more times. Once in Hinata’s pussy while the daughter sat her fat ass on the mother’s face. Once in Himawari’s ass while the mother, on all fours beside them, took heavy spanks on that enormous ass that jiggled like gelatin. At one point he stacked them face-down — Himawari on the bottom, Hinata on top — and fucked the daughter’s ass while the mother’s monster ass got crushed against the girl’s back, the abundant flesh spilling out the sides.

When the first light of morning started seeping through the curtain, the three of them were destroyed. Kaito came the last time across both of their faces while they made out and licked the load off each other.

He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and looked at the two still-exposed asses on the bed — one big, the other much bigger — both red, sweaty, and filthy.

“From today on I don’t choose anymore. I want both. Same day. Same room. The fat-assed daughter and the monster-assed mom. And when your husband comes home… we’ll figure out how to hide the marks.”

Himawari, still face-down, laughed weakly, voice rough from so much moaning.

“Mom’s ass is gonna be marked for days… mine too.”

Hinata said nothing. She just lay on her side, one hand on her own still-throbbing heavy ass, the other on her daughter’s fat ass, feeling the difference in volume under her fingers, and for the first time she fully accepted what she had become.

Mother and daughter.
Two sluts.
Two asses.
And one cock that now belonged to both of them.

The back door would stay open.
And from that night on, Himawari’s bed had become shared territory.

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