Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H103 Meneko House: Beautiful Mature Mother and Daughter

H103 Meneko House: Beautiful Mature Mother and Daughter

“Ugh, kuh, I’m cumming!”

A torrent of cum shoots out, pulsing rhythmically.

Grabbing Asami-san’s large breasts from behind, thrusting on my knees, I shudder through my seventh ejaculation. God, it feels good.

Asami-san, voiceless from pleasure, trembles all over. Or maybe she’s passed out. Her moans were constant until recently, but when did she lose consciousness?

Waiting for my lower body to calm, I slowly pull out my cock. Even as I withdraw, Asami-san’s convulsing vagina makes me writhe. Serving me even while unconscious—what an incredible woman.

With a wet pop, the plug comes out, and white mucus gushes from her open hole. Did I satisfy her? I hope this eases Toshiharu-san’s burden.

I lay the trembling, erotic shrine maiden’s body on the futon. Her kosode is open, breasts fully exposed, and the scarlet hakama’s ties are undone, making her even more lascivious. The sheer fabric was already outrageously sexy, but now it’s on another level.

Her eroticism makes my still-erect cock twitch, tempting me to touch her again. Then I recall fondling Ikuyo-chan’s breasts, and I glance back quickly.

This room, separated by fusuma on all sides, has one leading to Ikuyo-chan’s room, which is fine. The other three remain closed.

Sighing in relief, I close Asami-san’s open kosode—though the sheer fabric makes it pointless—and cover her with a blanket.

Halfway through, I pause to admire her body. What a figure. Asami-san’s thirty, right? She looks mid-twenties, more like a gorgeous older sister than an aunt, though she’s my cousin by blood.

After ogling her erotic shrine maiden form, I pull the blanket to her shoulders.

Now what? I turn around.

“Hau!”

The back fusuma is open, and Sakumi-san, Oshika Shrine priestess, and Ayumi-san, Meneko family head, are kneeling, hands in formal greeting. I barely stifle a jump, but my voice escapes. Do Meneko women have a hobby of startling me?

“Akira-sama, please favor us as well,” Sakumi-san says in a sultry voice.

“We’ll serve you together,” Ayumi-san adds, her voice dripping with lust.

I stand, my erect cock on display, and walk toward them. They part to let me pass.

Their outfits rival Asami-san’s. Sakumi-san wears a sheer black juban-like garment, Ayumi-san a white one, both revealing mature bodies without underwear. Wait, isn’t a juban underwear?

“Akira-sama,” Sakumi-san purrs.

“Akira-san,” Ayumi-san coos.

They silently close the fusuma, stand, and cling to my arms. The faint, sweet scent of beautiful mature women and the feel of their bodies through thin silk make my urge to cum surge.

“Sakumi-san, Ayumi-san,” I say.

I spread my arms, embracing their waists, kissing Sakumi-san and Ayumi-san alternately. Holding their waists isn’t enough; I knead their breasts. Soft. Sakumi-san’s are slightly larger.

Sakumi-san grips and strokes my shaft, Ayumi-san fondles my balls. Pushed by their hands, we move to the futon in the room’s center.

On the futon, they release me, crawl on all fours, and lift their juban, baring round butts.

“Come, Akira-sama,” Sakumi-san says.

“Pick whichever you want,” Ayumi-san urges.

It’s not like I haven’t slept with them before—well, just inserted, thrust, and came—but I know both their vaginas feel good. That day, I went through forty-five women, so I don’t recall specifics. Every pussy was amazing.

So, picking one? I’ll fuck both anyway, so let’s just do it.

“I’m going in,” I say.

I grab Ayumi-san’s waist. She’s around forty, Sakumi-san near sixty. Ayumi-san’s more likely to conceive, so I start with her.

Lowering my hips, I press my cock against her pussy, rubbing her lips to find the entrance, then thrust in. My cock, slick from Asami-san, slides smoothly into Ayumi-san’s dripping hole.

“Ahh, ahhn!” Ayumi-san moans sensually.

Her voice alone makes my cock swell, filling her tight passage. God.

I thrust, rubbing my cock against her vaginal walls. They writhe, gripping me, feeling indescribably good.

While fucking Ayumi-san, I don’t want Sakumi-san to feel neglected. Thrusting, I reach with my left hand, grab her butt, and slide a finger along her slit.

“Haan,” Sakumi-san moans softly.

I caress her ripe ass, lovingly tracing the valley, then slip my middle finger inside.

“Nnhau!” she gasps.

Her eager pussy, brimming with honey, accepts my finger easily. I rub the walls with my fingertip, cherishing her.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn,” Ayumi-san moans, arching as her pussy rubs my cock from within, the sheer fabric flowing sensually over her skin. I grow more aroused, my thrusts accelerating.

Sakumi-san won’t be satisfied with one finger. It’s no match for a cock. I add my index finger, then, seeing room, my ring finger, pumping three fingers to stimulate her.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn,” she moans, but she seems less affected than Ayumi-san. Fingers can’t match a cock’s pleasure. She’ll have to endure a bit longer.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn!” Ayumi-san’s moans grow louder, her pussy writhing, squeezing my cock. My balls throb, ready to release.

“Ugh, cumming!” I grunt.

A flood of cum erupts, pulsing into her.

“Ahhaaaah!” Ayumi-san arches sharply, moaning loudly, her sweat-soaked juban clinging to her skin.

“Hau, ha,” she pants, collapsing onto the futon as my ejaculation slows.

“Next, Sakumi-san,” I say.

“Please, nnh,” she replies.

I pull my three fingers from her pussy with a wet sound, grab Ayumi-san’s hips, and withdraw my still-hard cock.

“Nnfu,” Ayumi-san sighs.

I move behind Sakumi-san, grab her round butt with my right hand, and angle my cock with my left. Aiming at her soaked pussy, I thrust forward.

“Haa, ah, hau,” Sakumi-san moans.

Her vaginal folds cling to me. God, it’s good.

The complexly writhing folds caress my shaft, gently enveloping it, occasionally tightening sharply.

I slowly insert to the hilt, then withdraw, pushing back in before fully exiting. The writhing walls pull me deeper.

The grip is gentle, tightening occasionally, but the intricate movements are incredibly pleasurable. Like Reiran-san, post-menopausal clan women’s pussies have a unique appeal compared to younger ones. Addictive.

I can’t neglect Ayumi-san either. While pistoning, I reach with my right hand, slide fingers into her pussy, and stroke inside.

“Ahu,” Ayumi-san moans softly, still collapsed, her pussy wet and slick.

“Ah, haa, ahh,” Sakumi-san moans slowly to my steady thrusts. Her walls grow more complex, the stimulation surging through me, hardening my cock further. So good.

The sounds of my thrusts quicken.

“Aaah, ah, aah!” Sakumi-san’s moans rise.

Her folds cling, stroking my cock, overwhelming me.

“Kuh, I’m cumming!” I shout.

A gush of cum erupts, pulsing into her.

“Ahaaah!” Sakumi-san sighs, satisfied but not climaxing. I need to give her more.

But I can’t ignore Ayumi-san after just one load. It’s a branch family visit—I have to go until I’m spent.

“Both of you, lie down,” I say.

I pull out with a wet pop, flip both women onto their backs, untie their juban, and expose their breasts. Spreading Ayumi-san’s legs, I enter her in missionary.

“Ahaan,” she moans.

Grabbing Ayumi-san’s right breast and Sakumi-san’s left, I savor their firmness, rocking my hips to feel Ayumi-san’s soft pussy.

The wet sounds of my thrusts fill the air.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn!” Ayumi-san moans.

The sweet-sour scent of ripe fruit teases my nose, my arousal surging.

“Ahh, Ayumi-san, I’m cumming!” I shout.

A flood of cum bursts out.

Switching to Sakumi-san, I thrust rapidly.

“Ugh, ah, Sakumi-san, cumming!” I grunt.

Another gush erupts.

I keep pouring seed into the beautiful mature mother and daughter until they lose consciousness.