"Nope, I don't want to. That's gross, Mommy." Makoto shook his head and looked up at her. "Why don't you clean that up yourself and let me clean you down there instead? I bet it's still sweaty from all the play with Asuka earlier."
For a second, Ayane just stared at him with dumbfounded shock on her face. Then she threw her head back and let out a booming laugh that filled the room. "You little shit!" she cackled, her eyes sparkling with renewed fire. "Calling your Mommy gross and then offering to lick her sweaty cunt in the same breath… God, I fucking love you!"
She looked down at her gloved hand, still slick with his cum. With a wicked grin, she wiped it across his chest, smearing the sticky evidence over his skin. "There, now we match. My mess is on you."
Without another word, she swung her leg over him, shifting her position until she was straddling his face, her ass resting on his chest.
The view was overwhelming. The tight black dress was hitched up around her waist, revealing her simple panties, already damp and clinging to her. And the scent… it was the salty smell of a woman who had been running around all day, mixed with the sharp, sweet tang of arousal. It was the most authentic and erotic perfume imaginable.
Ayane leaned down, her hair brushing against his cheeks, her huge breasts framing his face. "Did you want to clean me up, Makoto? You said I was sweaty." She ground her hips down, pressing her cunt against his mouth through the thin fabric of her panties. "Well? Get to work. Mommy's waiting."
"Of course…" Makoto leaned in, diligently licking at her sweat, then pulled aside her panties and sucked her labia. "Someone must be horny from feeding me earlier, huh?"
A strangled hiss was torn from Ayane's throat as his tongue made contact. Her whole body tensed for a moment, a hot jolt of pleasure shooting through her. "Fucking… guilty… You have… no idea…" Her gloved hands tangled in his hair with a firm grip. "Oh, god… yes… right there…" she groaned, the confident Mommy persona cracking under the direct, skillful assault.
Ayane began to grind her hips against his mouth with a slow rhythm to maximize the friction and drive herself wild. Her breathing became ragged, each inhale a sharp gasp, each exhale a low moan. "That's it, boss," she panted, the pet name slipping out as her control slipped with it. "You're so fucking good at this, better than any toy…"
She pushed down harder, her entire body trembling. "Don't fucking stop," she groaned, her voice dropping to a desperate plea. "Make your Mommy cum. Make me scream."
"As you wish." Makoto slurped on her cunt, sucking her clit, and hardened his tongue to tongue-fuck her. "Let everything out. Drench me, Ayane!"
That was the final command she needed. The last trace of her dominant Mommy persona shattered, leaving only the needy Ayane underneath. His hardened tongue, pressing and probing deep, was a direct line to her nervous system that completely overwhelmed her brain.
"OH, FUCK… HONEY… YES!" she screamed, her voice cracking. Her body went rigid. Her hips, which had been grinding with slow deliberation, now began to buck violently against his face.
Her gloved fingers fisted in Makoto's head, pulling with desperate strength. She was trying to hold on to something, anything, as the orgasm built and built inside her. "I'm… I'm going to… FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, the words ripped from her in a scream.
And then everything let go at once.
A long scream was torn from Ayane as her entire body convulsed. A hot, copious gush of her fluid flooded Makoto's mouth, soaking his face and hair. She kept cumming and cumming, her body wracked with powerful, shuddering aftershocks, each one sending another wave of slickness over him.
Finally, with a last, shuddering groan, Ayane collapsed. Her full weight pressed Makoto down into the bed, boneless and trembling. Her face was buried in the pillows beside his head, her ragged, panting breaths the only sound in the room.
For a long moment, she just lay there, twitching. Then she managed to lift her head. Her face was flushed, her makeup a beautiful mess, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "…Holy shit. You… you really drenched yourself, didn't you?" She reached out a trembling, gloved hand and gently wiped a drop of her own fluid from his chin.
"Well, this isn't the first time," Makoto giggled and leaned in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Ayane let out a husky chuckle as he kissed her, her own taste mingling with his. It was the most intimate and degenerate flavor in the world. "Mmm, tasting my own cunt on you," she murmured, her voice still raspy. She kissed him back, a deep, languid kiss full of affection. "It was so fucking hot."
"I will need a deep, thorough cleaning later, too. The bathroom seems empty." Makoto groaned as he licked his lips.
Ayane's grin returned to her face. Her eyes, still hazy from her orgasm, sharpened with renewed intent. "Oh, boss, I don't think we're going to get very clean."
With a grunt, she pushed herself up to straddle his hips. She gave him a full view of her body, the tight black dress hitched around her waist, her panties askew, her thighs still glistening.
"But you're right," she said when her gaze raked over his body, lingering on the smear of cum on his chest. "We definitely need to wash all this off." She removed her gloves and held out her hand like an invitation. "Come on, Harem King. Let's go make another mess in the shower."
They entered the shower together. The warm water cascaded down, turning the shower stall into a steamy space. The sound of water drumming against tile filled the air. Ayane let out a deep and contented sigh, leaning her head back against the cool wall as the water sluiced over her body.
Makoto rubbed his half-hardened cock against her thighs teasingly. "I can go for another round, but let's save it for tomorrow."
His teasing touch snapped Ayane out of her sated daze. As Makoto's semi-hard cock pressed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Ayane's eyes, which had been blissfully closed, snapped open.
She let out a laugh, part amusement, part arousal. "Save it for tomorrow?" She turned to face him fully and trapped him against the shower wall, her wet, warm body pressing against his. "That's adorable. Do you really think you're in charge of the schedule, Makoto?"
Her hand slid down his stomach, through the running water, and wrapped around his cock. Her grip was firm and knowing, and she began to stroke him slowly, the water acting as a perfect lubricant. He was already growing harder in her hand.
"Look at this," she whispered right next to his ear. "Little Makoto doesn't want to wait for tomorrow." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her huge and soft breasts pressing into his chest.
"We're just getting clean, honey," she murmured, her tone a perfect blend of innocence and filth. "I'm just washing you thoroughly, just like in the Ryokan back then." Her hips pressed forward, grinding against his cock in a slow rhythm.
"Hmm, fine, just washing! I'm happy that I've gotten such a good, caring wife," Makoto hummed, enjoying the sensation. "Those useless breasts are being useful for once."
Ayane froze for a fraction of a second when her hand stilling on his cock. "Useless?" she repeated, her voice dropping low. "Oh, honey. You have been spending way too much time with flat Mika." She pushed him back against the cold wall, the sudden contrast with the hot water making him gasp. "I think that someone needs a hands-on demonstration of just how useful they can be."
She released his cock, and before he could react, she sandwiched it between her huge, slick breasts. The sensation of soft, warm flesh pressing in from both sides was made even more slippery by the cascading water and soap.
Her hands came up to cup her own breasts, squeezing them together, tightening the perfect, wet sheath around him. "How's this, Makoto?" she grunted, beginning to slide her chest up and down in a torturous rhythm.
The friction was insane. Her nipples brushed against him with every stroke, sending jolts straight to his brain. "You're not going to last two minutes like this, are you, Harem King? Don't worry, Mommy will take good care of you!"
"Shit… you know I can't resist your titjobs," Makoto grunted and pulled her nipples, trying to fight back. The jolt of pleasure was the final push Ayane needed. "That's it… fuck… right there…" she groaned, her hips giving a final, powerful thrust.
Makoto's body gave out first. His throat let out a grunt as his orgasm took over. His cock jerked uncontrollably, splattering his hot, thick seed across Ayane's breasts and up onto her chin and cheek.
For a moment, Ayane just knelt there, her chest heaving as the hot water cascaded over them both, washing away some of the evidence. She looked down at the mess on her skin, then back up at him with a grin spreading across her face. "Told you, you didn't even last five minutes."
"Geez, it seems like we'll need more cleanup." Makoto shrugged, patting her cheek.
Ayane leaned her forehead against his hand, the heat from both their bodies mingling in the steam. After a brief rest, she grabbed the bar of soap from the dish. "You're right, we need more cleanup. Can't go out of this room smelling like cum and sweat."
She started lathering the soap in her hands, her grin turning wicked. "Now, hold still. Let's see if Mommy can get you all clean before you decide to be a bad boy and make another mess."