Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 53

"Phew... I'm so glad the boy Rika brought home seems like such a steady, dependable young man."

So said Rika’s mother, Wakako. She had placed juice and the sweets Eiji brought as a gift onto a tray and was heading up the stairs toward Rika’s room. Since it was a gift they’d received, she figured it would be best for him to enjoy some as well. Besides, she was a little curious about the atmosphere between them. Rika seemed to have let her guard down quite a bit, but...

"Oh, what if they're in the middle of a 'youthful moment'...!"

Wakako let out a little squeal and wiggled her body, deftly maintaining the balance of the tray. Her physique was even more glamorous than Rika's, and since she still looked remarkably youthful, the movement resembled a highly provocative dance. Of course, no one was watching her right now, so she was in the clear. Her husband had been fussing, saying, "It’s dangerous to let her go alone with that beast! I’m worried about Rika, let me go!" but she had naturally left him behind. If he saw even a hint of romance, he might lose his temper and go charging into the room.

"Honestly, Rika has such a hard time with men; there's no way anything like that is happening," Wakako said, giving her head a dismissive shake. Her husband had become overprotective because of their daughter’s painful past, but Wakako knew that if they coddled her too much, Rika would lack the "immunity" she needed to handle life later on. "A little burn now and then helps you catch a better man in the long run."

Wakako nodded to herself. For the record, the first man she ever gave herself to became her current husband and the father of Rika, but that was a story for another time.

"Oh, the door is closed. Rika? Dear, could you open up for a moment?"

Arriving in front of Rika’s room with the tray in her hands, Wakako called out to her daughter. She waited for a while, but there was no response. However, she could hear the creaking of something and the sound of Rika’s faint voice. Wakako tilted her head. Wondering what was going on, she pressed her ear to the door to listen more closely...

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ❤️' 

"!!"

Wakako’s body gave a violent jolt. It was impossible not to be startled by such a sudden, loud cry. She nearly dropped the tray but managed to hold on. After a moment of relief, her mind was flooded with a massive wave of confusion.

(That was Rika's voice, wasn't it? For that quiet girl to make such a loud noise...)

More importantly, the fact that Rika was making such a sound was a problem. What exactly was happening to her daughter right now? Surely that boy wasn't doing something terrible to her?

(No way...! He didn't seem like that kind of boy, and Rika seemed so attached to him...!)

Wakako was aghast. True, he looked more terrifying and rugged than a local yakuza, but above all else, Rika—who hated men—had taken a liking to him. If that was the case, it should have been obvious he wasn't a bad person. And yet, here was her daughter, who never raised her voice, screaming as if her throat would burst.

(...Wait, was that a scream?)

A calm thought suddenly crossed her mind, cooling her boiling panic. Yes, she had jumped to conclusions because she heard a loud voice Rika would never normally use, but was it a scream of pain? Well, it wasn't laughter. That much was true. But if asked if it was a scream... somehow, it felt like there was no "tragedy" in it.

(I shouldn't just barge in...)

If it wasn't a cry for help, it would be incredibly rude to both Eiji and Rika. And if it was a real scream, Wakako didn't think she could win a physical confrontation with a boy like Eiji anyway. Her best bet would be to get her husband and call the police in the meantime.

(First, I need to see what's happening...)

She gently set the tray of juice and snacks on the floor. Then, as quietly as possible, she slowly, slowly eased the door open just a crack. She intended to peek through the gap to assess the situation first.

Wakako’s concerns vanished in a single instant.

"Ahhh! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming...! ❤️" 

"!!?"

What met Wakako’s eyes was the sight of her daughter bucking her body on the bed. It had been years since she’d seen her daughter without a stitch of clothing. Even to a mother’s eyes, Rika’s well-proportioned body was beautiful, now slicked with sweat and other fluids, glistening obscenely. And looming over her daughter, drawing out this debauched display, was the rugged, powerful body of the man. He was far larger and stronger-looking than herself, and even more so than her husband.

She realized that if she had charged in on emotion alone, she would have been overpowered instantly without being able to do a thing. It was a future she could easily imagine, and it made her swallow hard. However, her saliva wasn't flowing just from the fear of a potential threat, but largely because of the lewd sight her daughter was exposing.

"Kh... hff... ❤️"

Rika sank deep into the mattress, looking utterly breathless. The creaking noise had been the sound of them vigorously joining their bodies on the bed. Wakako was stunned that they were already in such a relationship, and then a shiver ran through her.

(D-Does it... look like that when you do those things...?)

Having given birth to Rika, Wakako obviously had experience. But she had never once looked so utterly spent and breathless as her daughter did now. Sex was supposed to be... well, more heart-warming, something like that.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... ❤️"

Eiji had been still for a moment, but as if suddenly remembering, he resumed several deep thrusts. It was the motion of purging the last of the seed from his urethra after finishing. Rika, pinned beneath him in a position often called a "seeding press," let out a sound like a squashed frog. With a mountain of muscle like Eiji putting his full weight on her, it had to be difficult. Yet, the daughter’s face peeking through the gap in the door was dazed and melting; she certainly didn't look like she was feeling only pain.

"Phew..."

Eiji took a breath and pulled his body away. Rika lay there with her legs spread shamelessly wide, and from her center—now gaped open after his withdrawal—droplets of semen that her womb couldn't hold began to spill out.

(Th-They aren't even using protection!?)

She had always thought her daughter was so smart, but to think she was doing something so dangerous...

(Does it feel so good that she doesn't care...?)

Wakako instinctively swallowed. Unaware of her observation, Eiji stood up and moved toward Rika’s head.

(H-He's huge!?)

Seeing his member, messy with semen and arousal, swaying as he moved made Wakako’s face turn bright red. Compared to her husband’s, it was so massive she found herself unable to look away. Seeing a thing like that put inside her, it made sense why Rika was left gaped open.

(I wonder if... something that big would break me...?)

She felt her heart thumping against her ample chest. And naturally, her hand drifted to her own breast... and then down toward her lap. Her hand sank into the soft, yielding flesh of her own bosom. She might not have the firm perkiness of youth like Rika, but Wakako surpassed her in a plush softness that felt like it would swallow a hand whole; her "ripe fruit" was magnificent. She kneaded her breast gently through her bra, while her other hand slid under her long skirt to touch her panties...

(No way...)

Wakako was horrified at herself for finding that she was already soaking wet. Seeing her daughter’s debauchery, seeing the body and the member of the man who had defiled her daughter, she had clearly become physically aroused. Despite the situation—where her precious daughter might have been taken by force—her own shameless body was excited and craving pleasure.

(This is the worst...! I have to stop this right now...!)

Her pride as a mother screamed at her. But in defiance of her will, her hand moved obscenely, caressing her own breasts and wet center. A mother masturbating while peeking at her daughter and her boyfriend (?) in the middle of their act. How utterly wretched. Wakako knew it. Even knowing it, she couldn't stop.

Still, if Rika... if her daughter had called out for help, she would have moved instantly. She would have called her husband, phoned the police, and stood between them, glaring Eiji down. That was because of the love she felt for her daughter; she was indeed Rika’s mother.

But...

"Mph... ngh... chu... slurrrp..."

Eiji moved to the side of Rika’s head as she lay exhausted on her back, and brought his member—not fully erect but still half-hard—to her lips. The rod was coated in semen and, more than anything, the arousal Rika herself had secreted. Rika gazed at it enchantedly—the thing that had driven her beyond all reason and hammered such intense pleasure into her that her brain felt like it would short-circuit. Then, as prompted, she took it into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed out as she suckled enthusiastically, the shape of the glans occasionally bulging against her cheek. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her slow but dedicated service drifted out. Wakako had never seen her daughter’s face like this—so lost in herself as she sucked on a massive member that her features were practically distorted. Rika was usually calm and bad at expressing herself, yet still cute; that was the image Wakako had of her daughter, but that image was gone.

"Mph..."

Eiji pulled himself out of Rika’s mouth. The member that had been messy with fluids had been licked clean, now shimmering only with her saliva. As Eiji used a large hand to roughly ruffle her blonde hair in praise, Rika’s face softened with joy. Rika, who had dyed her hair to avoid men before meeting Eiji, no longer cared about redyeing it. As a result, her roots were black while the rest remained blonde—a "pudding" look. She smiled happily even as he handled her roughly; she had completely opened her heart to him.

"Hah... hah..."

Wakako’s own hands were moving more frantically now. Her panties were already sodden and sticky, and her fingers felt like they were going to prune from the moisture. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off that massive thing that had just been released from Rika’s mouth. Using it as "fuel," Wakako comforted her own ripening body.

She no longer believed for a second that her daughter was being forced. Seeing Rika smile so happily at Eiji’s face and serve him so eagerly, anyone could see she had chosen this relationship for herself. Therefore, as a mother, there was no longer a need to "protect" her daughter or confront Eiji.

The more she thought that, the more she wanted to release the tension in her own body. As she stirred her center with a lewd, wet sound...

(...!?)

She felt as if her eyes had just met Eiji’s.

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