Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 54

Wakako froze, as if turned to stone, unable to move from her spot. She couldn't move her legs to run, nor could she move her hands, which had been fumbling with her own breasts and lap. Her eyes were wide, a cold sweat poured down her skin, and her breathing was ragged. Naturally, it wasn't out of excitement. Rather, her body—which had been burning with arousal just moments before—was now chilled as if doused with ice water.

(He saw me... he saw me peeking...?!)

The color drained from Wakako’s refined face. "Turning pale" was too mild a description; she went deathly white. It was only natural. She was already a wretched mother for spying on her daughter’s carnal affairs, but she had been using it as fuel to pleasuring herself. A mother like that shouldn't exist.

If Eiji were to whisper the truth into Rika’s ear right now, the relationship between Wakako and her daughter would be changed forever. Of course, they were a mother and daughter who cherished each other deeply; it likely wouldn't lead to a permanent rift, but things would undoubtedly become strained. For a happy, close-knit family, this was an utterly unacceptable reality. Thus, Wakako was unable to move before Eiji took action. She was like a wild animal cornered by its natural predator.

The psychological advantage was overwhelmingly Eiji's, while Wakako was cornered by her own guilt. Their locked gaze lasted only a few seconds, but to Wakako, it felt like an eternity... and then, Eiji’s eyes smoothly drifted away from her.

(Eh...?)

She expected him to tell Rika about her then and there, but he did no such thing. He spoke to Rika, but at the very least, he said nothing to reveal Wakako’s presence.

(Did he not see me? ...No, that’s impossible. Our eyes definitely met.)

Did he let her off the hook? Thinking so made it easier to rationalize. Come to think of it, Eiji was the man chosen by Rika, who had spent her life loathing men. It was clear he wasn't the dangerous, irredeemable man Wakako had feared.

(I should leave now, so as not to waste his kindness.)

She decided she would bring the snacks and juice a little later. She also wanted to change her underwear. Just as she moved to steal away... Bam! A heavy sound echoed from the room.

"!!"

A gasp nearly escaped her, but she clapped a hand over her mouth. It wasn't a sound Wakako had made. It came from Rika’s room, and it had been produced very close to where she stood. Peeking fearfully through the crack in the door... she saw Eiji and Rika in incredibly close proximity. Wakako nearly shrieked, but she held it back when she realized Rika hadn't noticed her. It seemed he hadn't made the loud noise out of anger toward Wakako.

Eiji had Rika’s hands pinned against the wall near the door, forcing the girl—who was limp from multiple climaxes—to stand. He stood behind her. Like Rika’s master, he loomed over her, rubbing his hardened member against the crevice of her firm buttocks. And then...

"Aaaaaaaaaah... ❤️"

He slid inside. Thanks to the semen already pumped into her and the arousal she was secreting, the massive object that made Wakako’s eyes bulge was accepted with ease. Or rather, it was proof of how thoroughly she had been "broken in." Her daughter had been "trained" to the point where she could easily accommodate something that even a grown woman like Wakako would struggle with.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... ❤️"

Eiji gripped her slender waist and began to ruthlessly defile Rika from behind. In the "doggy style" position, which allowed for the deepest and most violent thrusts, Rika discarded her usual poker face and writhed in ecstasy.

(How... obscene...)

Wakako’s hands drifted back to her chest and her lap, beginning to fumble once more. The thought of running away had vanished. She would watch her daughter’s debauchery and comfort herself.

"Ahhh! I love you, love you, love you love you love you... ❤️"

Over and over, like a child in a daze, Rika babbled her affections. Her melting expression screamed that she was perfectly happy being violently taken by this man. The daughter who had lived in rejection of men due to a past trauma... that same daughter was now exposing everything to one of those very men, drowning in the pleasure he hammered into her. How lewd and wretched it was. Wakako was horrified by Rika’s transformation, yet her own body was intensely aroused.

"Mph!? Mnh... chu... hff... ❤️"

Eiji grabbed Rika’s head and forced her to look back. He suddenly latched onto her mouth in a powerful kiss. Rika was startled at first, but her eyes soon glazed over as she proactively tangled her tongue with his. When he flooded her mouth with saliva, she swallowed it down with a gulp. The mere fact that she was drinking Eiji’s fluids sent her into a peak, and she clinched her interior around the member ravaging her.

A wet, squelching sound reached Wakako’s ears clearly. Was it coming from the lips they had joined? Or from below, where her arousal was being stirred? Either way, the sound of that viscous liquid popping and squelching violated Wakako’s ears, further fueling her arousal. She kneaded her ample breasts and slid a finger into her center, stirring it with a wet sound. Droplets of her own fluid hit the hallway floor, but she was past caring. Her gaze was fixed on Rika, who was being taken so masterfully and letting out animalistic gasps. And then, she glanced upward...

"Ah..."

She locked eyes perfectly with Eiji. Like she was bound by chains, she couldn't look away. For a moment, the two of them stared at each other like lovers. However, the situation was anything but normal—Eiji was in the middle of violently taking Rika from behind, and Wakako was masturbating while watching her daughter’s sex. There was no sweet romance here, only a decadent, lewd atmosphere.

Wakako didn't run; she didn't even look away. She stared back and continued her self-pleasuring as if showing herself off to him. She hiked up her shirt, exposing her heavy breasts encased in a simple bra. Then, she roughly slid the bra aside, kneading her bare breasts while flaunting them to him. The flesh distorted softly, too much for her own hands to cover. The way Wakako looked at him through narrowed eyes was that of a female provoking a male. With misty eyes, she licked her lips. The allure of a "ripe" woman was on full display.

Wakako didn't have a conscious desire to seduce her daughter's boyfriend. It wasn't an intentional act. It was purely instinctive—a female drawn to a powerful male—her body was moving on animal instinct to tempt Eiji.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... ❤️ I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming...! ❤️"

Eiji’s thrusting from behind became even faster and more violent. Rika seemed unable to support her own weight anymore; her upper body slid down against the wall as she collapsed. Her breasts, which weren't "huge" but were beautifully shaped, distorted against the wall. Finally, she slumped facedown on the floor. However, because Eiji held her waist firmly, her rear remained elevated and offered to him. He hammered into her with a frantic pace, the wet squelching echoing as a heavy drench of arousal dripped onto the floor. She squirted again, a sight that suggested the cleanup later would be a nightmare. Rika, having lost all strength, could only let him have his way as she was shaken by his power. Still, the way she clinched her interior around his member to beg for an "inside" finish was incredibly endearing.

Eiji, meeting her request, prepared to vent his seed inside her. But his eyes weren't looking down at Rika’s beautiful, athletic body; they were fixed on the wretched mother peeking through the crack in the door, masturbating to the sight of her daughter’s sex. As his thrusting reached a fever pitch and a fresh flood of Rika’s arousal hit the floor, Wakako realized the lewd banquet was nearing its end. Truthfully, she had reached several minor peaks already, and she accelerated her hands on her own chest and lap to match the rhythm. Her misty eyes were locked on Eiji’s cold, observant gaze; the thrill of being watched by him sent her into a frenzy. As she stirred her interior with her fingers, a heavy drench of her own fluid hit the hallway.

And then...

"I'm cumming...! ❤️" 

"————! ❤️"

Rika and Wakako’s bodies bucked in unison. A mother and daughter, indeed. Rika, who had been slumped on the floor, pushed herself up with her arms. Sweat sprayed from her wobbling breasts. She squirted heavily as Eiji pumped his seed deep into her womb. Her most precious place was unceremoniously overrun, the white fluid leaking out where her interior couldn't hold it. Eiji kneaded her firm buttocks, thrusting deeply to ensure every drop was spent. And just outside the door, Wakako reached her own peak. She bit her shirt, desperately trying to keep from making a sound as her entire body quivered. She squirted from her own fingers, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her nipples, visible above her shirt, were rock-hard and obscenely erect.

"Hah... ah..."

A sigh escaped her; she couldn't help it. Fortunately, the dazed Rika, lost in the afterglow of a deep climax, didn't hear a thing.

(I have to clean the hallway...)

In her foggy mind, she thought about destroying the evidence, when she locked eyes with Eiji once more. That alone made her lower abdomen throb, and Wakako fled the scene as if her life depended on it. Eiji watched her go, a dangerous light in his eyes.

The sun began to set, and it was time for dinner at the Onizuka household. Eiji prepared to head home. Rika insisted he stay for dinner, but he politely declined, saying it would be rude to stay so long on his first visit. Wakako would normally have encouraged her daughter's "boyfriend" to stay, but after being caught in such a debauched state, she couldn't bring herself to speak so easily. Thus, they all gathered at the entrance to see Eiji off.

"Thank you for having me." 

"Don't ever come back, you gorilla!" 

"...Come again soon. I hate you, Father." 

"!?"

As Eiji bowed slightly, Rika’s father looked ready to throw salt at him to drive him away. Rika, waving with a slight blush for Eiji, turned an icy, death-stare on her father. Leaving the two to their bickering—well, mostly her father’s one-sided shouting—Wakako gave Eiji a polite smile as she saw him off.

"Please take good care of Rika."

Wearing a gentle smile, she looked like the perfect mother. There was no trace of the wretched woman who had been masturbating to the sight of her daughter’s sex. Her "acting" was so perfect that even Eiji was impressed. But she was too precious a prize to let go of so easily. So, while Rika and her father were distracted, he made his move.

"I will. ...Ah, that reminds me." 

"...What is it?"

Wakako showed a flash of wariness as Eiji stepped closer. But she couldn't brush him off. He knew her secret, after all; he held all the cards. Eiji leaned into her ear.

"—————" 

"...!?"

Wakako’s eyes went wide at whatever he whispered. Having said enough, the giant of a man pulled back with a thin smirk. He was her daughter's boyfriend (?), someone she was supposed to watch over with a motherly eye. And yet, Wakako...

"...I'll... think about it."

With the unmistakable expression of a woman peeking through her motherly mask, she let out a faint, knowing smile.

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