Dress-Down (2)

The initial rush still didn't fade as Nik struggled against the dress. It was tighter than he expected, and his plan to slip the dress down her shoulders through the neckline fell short. Of course, it would fall short. He wasn't working with more unadorned robes or scantily set strips of fabric anymore that it would slip with ease. But Nik didn't even stop after the initial try failed. It was a simple rule: never stay in the same position and intent for long. Tug what you could.

Even if the upper part of the dress is predominantly stubborn, it didn't mean the lower hems around Mitsuko's full and supple thighs were, too. The lower portion hiked over her waist nice and easy as his right palm pressed and dug into her soft thigh. Her knees pulled up behind him and pressed together. Her thighs and the tilted position hid her most sensitive region while pressing her crotch against his.

"You will have to unzip it from behind if you want to slip it down," Mitsuko cooed. She was capable enough in the dark arts to realize what Nik had intended to accomplish earlier and added with a youthful and mischievous smirk quite unbecoming of her mature age. "Of course, if you can find this yourself, I’ll prepare an awesome breakfast tomorrow~!"

Unknowingly, she gave the most obvious answer to Nik's dilemma.

And nothing like the promise of an exceptional breakfast to work a man’s appetite for everything!

'That's right... that damnable zipline!' Nik leaned down and let her thighs press into his crotch teasingly while running his hand up her waist and slipping into her dress, stretching the fabric further. But this was a quality dress as the material had more space to give now that it didn't have to hang on the thread for its life while covering Mitsuko's wide hips and plump butt.

"Ngh, you dirty boy~!" Mitsuko groaned now that Nik caught Mitsuko's right breast from under the dress itself. It filled his palm as the warmth made his cock pulse in extravagant expectations. The dress over Mitsuko's chest was now wrapped and wrinkled. His other hand worked its way on her back under her and pulled down the zip to loosen up the dress.

“You got it,” Mitsuko smiled and leaned upward to take his lips gently. She pulled back soon after and whispered, “Not that you can understand me, but you’ll enjoy your morning tomorrow for various reasons.”

‘I can understand it perfectly, madam,’ Nik remarked internally.

His left hand continued to rub her right breast as he had all the space under her dress with the restriction of the zipper neutralized. His right hand pulled out from under her backside caressed her left thigh, and slid over her stomach in a tantalizing trail of his fingers.

Feeling his playful fingers on the region right above her crotch, Mitsuko tugged his head down and kissed him again, and moaned against him hotly. Her toes curled into themselves as he teased her naked bits. After all, she wore nothing under her dress. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple and supple abdomen in a pleasing fashion that made the warmth building in her body express itself physically.

Her lower lips moisten without any need for kisses or other encouragement. But Nik’s fingers slowly slid further down. He knew what he was doing. It was more of a tease than anything else. His fingers pressed into her skin firmly as if drawing a line down her crotch. His fingers soon felt the crest of her lower lips, and his thumb stretched down to rub against her heated and moist labia slowly.

“Hmm,” Mitsuko mewls softly. She was enjoying this more than she thought, and her vow to teach Nik new things resurfaced in her mind.

She worried for nothing.

His thumbs pressed into her entrance and stretched her mounds slowly while the tip of his index finger pushed into her shy clit that barely peeked out.

Mitsuko’s hands now slipped down Nik’s neck to pull his nightshirt off his body which made him stop his actions and assist her by pulling his hands away from their earlier responsibilities.

Half-naked, Nik pulled back and appreciated Mitsuko’s messy state.

Her breasts slipped out of her dress.

The hiked fabric around her waist exposed her moist cunt.

And her somewhat swollen lips pressed together into a teasing smirk.

He took his moment as Mitsuko stretched somewhat enticingly under him. Her left thigh teased his pitched tent again as her glazed eyes gleamed desirously. She bit her bottom lip with a playful grunt and let her hands slide down his chest.

Nik held her hands and pulled her up with a jerk as a yelp escaped Mitsuko’s lips.

“Woah!”

He dropped back quickly as Mitsuko soon found herself straddled on top of her hung guest. She felt his hands on her waist with his erection pressed into her snatch.

Licking her lips, Misuko let her eyes run over him as she sat on her knees instead of his thighs and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pajamas. As she dragged the waistband of his pj across the stubborn erection, Mitsuko, too, backed up and straddled his knees instead of his waist.

Her eyes glimmered as his cock sprang free from the material.

"There you are~!" Mitsuko eyed the package with an eager look. She did not waste any time having her hand on it. A firm and gentle grip kissed the 8-incher as Mitsuko felt it pulsate excitedly in her hand.

"It's so hot," Mitsuko whispered with a smile.

But before she continued, Mitsuko leaned back and began to slip her hands out of the sleeves of her dress. In a perfect world, she wanted Nik to guide her out if not outright tear it off her body, had this not been an expensive purchase. But this was just as fine. With her hands free from the fabric, she slid the dress off her body and hugged her breasts. Her hips ground on his legs, and she encourages Nik to get to her with a playful beckon of her index finger.

With his cock throbbing harder, Nik straightens his back as their legs remain locked Their faces get closer, and their hands hold each other gently. Both shared smiles as Mitsuko started grounding her slit against the base of his former breadwinner.

Sensing her desire to get to the main course, Nik glimpsed inwardly.

‘Already?’

A shard of old memory fires off in his mind, and his expression cramped visibly.

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“I taught you, right? Always give foreplay even if the customer doesn't ask for it. They just haven't experienced your techniques. Of course, if your customer nitpicks, then you did something wrong. And wrongful actions bring?"

A sweet and coarse voice filled his senses and questions leadingly. His breathing shallow out momentarily, and a sinking sensation filled the pits of his stomach.

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"Punishment..." He muttered in his home language.

Mitsuko noticed his pale expression and stopped briefly. Her hands cupped his face as she questioned with a worried look.

“Are you scared? Wait, let me translate it—”

Nik took her lips with a force of past and present lives. As he kissed, he took matters into his hand. Whatever he was will not affect his performance. That was a vow. There is no way he could forget any of his teachings, but he refused to let them drag him down!

Feeling lightheaded as she felt many things for the first time, Mitsuko didn’t notice when her back was on the mattress again and her hips high in the air.

She has reciprocated many things, so Nik made a safe assumption she would be appropriately flexible, too. And his experience, unfortunately, struck right again. She looked at him in confusion as he grinned back. His face was close to her wet pink slit, and his hot breath tickled her quivering entrance.

‘Would have been so much better if I could talk,’ Nik sighed internally.

Mitsuko smiled back and reached out for her cell phone not far from them on her nightstand.

She typed on it furiously and then showed him the screen as her cell phone covered her lower face and only revealed the eager glint under her bespectacled gaze.

—Don’t force yourself.—

Even if her gaze meant something else entirely.

‘Showing care despite what you’d like…’ Nik narrowed his eyes and snatched her cell phone before tossing it aside on the mattress.

“That’s just unfair.” He grunts in his old spoken language. It doesn’t matter if she understood him. His expression should say it all as her gaze seemed to light up further as he leaned down to pepper her entrance with gentle and hot kisses.

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"What... the fuck are they doing?" Kurumi stated in a daze.

"Watch your language," Sayoko smacked the back of her younger sister's head, and Souko pursed her lips.

Things started well, but the sisters were more than surprised by how intimate Mitsuko acted. By now, the couple should have been halfway there. Their bodies should have been laced with animalistic heat as they went town on each other.

But instead, Mitsuko looked ecstatic by the bare minimum. The closeness of their bodies is all that seemed to set her off in a wet manner.

“Oh, did mom scare him?” Kurumi whispered expectantly.

They saw how Nik pressed Mitsuko down with a passionate exchange of their tongues and pull their mother’s broad buttocks high in the air right in front of his face. This did not stop Mitsuko from reaching out for her cell phone and typing something which seemed to embolden Nik further.

"Gee," Kurumi rolled her eyes, "This is getting boring."

"Spoken like a kid!"

Souko, too, slapped the back of Kurumi's head as the latter almost growled but contained her emotions in fear of startling the couple in the bed. It's weird if compared to how things went down... and how quickly, too. So the trio of siblings was curious about what their mother had in mind. Unknowingly, Sayoko and Souko’s lips were already dry.

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Nik's ears twitched as he almost looked back. If not for Mitsuko groaning erotically and his face otherwise locked in a position, he would have turned around.

All the complicated emotions were pushed down as he expertly snuck his tongue into her pink snatch and mapped her weak points and grooves. Nik looked down at Mitsuko. His sight was attracted to how her large breasts packed back malleably with her body pulled high in the air. Her arms dug into the pillow under her head as she stared off dazedly, and her plump lips parted to moan sweetly and hotly for him.

Her body was sensitive in many spots.

Her legs were effortlessly pushed back as Nik freed his hands for a more important task than supporting her legs. His thumbs splayed her entrance open as he ate her out. Her drooling entrance twitched continuously as her body shuddered erratically.

The more he worked the way he did, the more he would end up recalling the stuff that is better buried deep inside, Nik realized.

But if habits could be so easily discarded, they wouldn't be considered a part of one's lifestyle now, would they? Not to mention that Nik was also aware of them being watched. If he could hear it, then Mitsuko must have heard it, too. She even faced the door earlier.

'They have a key? The door locks with metal bars are better than these knobs...' he sighed internally. He usually charged a fortune for voyeurism, but the family housed him, fed him, and even helped him acquire clothes to wear, so this should make them even, right?

Working his digits on her entrance as Mitsuko seemed to love her clit being touched, Nik could feel the mother of three getting close to an explosive climax. Her entire body gave off a sweet scent, but understanding that she would respond to everything, Nik didn’t want to end things now.

Instead, he stopped and pulled back. His lips and chin were wet which made him lick his lips. Helping her legs back on the mattress, and straightening the woman on the bed, Nik lay next to Mitsuko and snuck his hand between her thighs.

“Huaa… huh?” Mitsuko came to be as his other hand ran through and played with her hair. She looked up at the youth and found him smirking smugly.

Oh, how wrong she was to think he was intimidated.

If anything, he looked more in his element than ever!

“You tease!” She pouted cutely and tightened her thighs around his hand as if unwilling to let go of his hand. Not that he minded. His fingers slipped into her sopping-wet entrance as her body shuddered again.

So close.

She chanted internally.

Too close!

But Nik bundled her raven hair and tugged them gently.

She looked up with a reluctant expression and found him shaking his head. She cannot give in—that much is conveyed. But his fingers teased her innards without any stop. He leaned down and lay a stream of pecks across her jaw and neck, arousing her more than ever. Her knees and thighs rubbed together that ground against his hand, making him stir her insides with greater intensity.

“Hnngh~! I can’t—”

She felt his lips upon hers again as she blanked out. Her body relaxed and her back arched as she felt his fingers respond just as quickly.

In a small part of her consciousness, she admits—she may not have housed a simple amnesiac with a cute face.

Then again, she should have realized this when women way more experienced than her scrambled for his hugs in front of Yuuko’s shop. The ’70s and ’80s were wild times as the old women from that era could only be called sweet grannies. Not sweet mommies or wives.

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Alternative Title: Winning a Grand Breakfast; The 8-inch Man; A Training Flashback; Not the Flashback of Friendship; Afraid?; The Spectators; House of Kinks; Fingerblaster 9000; Making a Honest Mother out of a Slut; Quivering Beginning; The First Body of New Life; Hidden Aggression; A Pet Whose Fangs Regrew