The Story of Living a Decadent Life While Intensely Violating a Downer-Type, Busty Daughter and Mother - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Taki Utsuho.

She was the mother of Utsuho (the daughter). She had invited me over, and I was supposed to offer my greetings… She was the parent of a student. Naturally, the image I had pre-conceived in my head was that of a typical, ordinary middle-aged woman. Well, since Utsuho was incredibly beautiful, I figured her mother must be quite pretty as well.

But… But, this was…

This has far exceeded my expectations…!

Trembling with a sense of awe, I looked at Utsuho’s mama, Taki-san.

First of all, she was tall. She had real height. I was on the taller side for a guy compared to the average, but Taki-san was even taller than me. I had never met a woman taller than myself before, so it was quite a shock. Her wavy black hair was exactly like Utsuho’s, truly mother and daughter. The difference was the length. While Utsuho kept hers cut at the shoulders because it was a “hassle,” Taki-san’s hair was exceptionally long. It went past her waist. Perhaps it even reached her buttocks? Despite the length, it didn’t look unkempt at all, which meant she must take excellent care of it.

Her facial features, being mother and daughter, closely resembled Utsuho’s. I thought that if Utsuho were to grow up exactly as she was, she would become a beauty just like this. The pale skin and the dark circles under her eyes were the same. Even the piercings in her ears were a match. However, Taki-san had more of them. Both of them possessed an appearance that gave off an unmistakably dangerous vibe.

And then, there was one more thing. Aside from her height, something else astounded me with its sheer scale… Her breasts.

It was not that I didn’t get excited by large breasts. Quite the opposite, actually. I loved them. However, I had certainly built up a resistance. Having had sex with Utsuho countless times, I had seen and tasted those national-treasure-class “bursting” breasts many times over. Voluptuous breasts that were a G-cup. I had seen them directly, touched them, and savored them. And from a beautiful girl, no less. Honestly, even if most big-breasted women tried to set a honey trap for me right now, I’d probably be totally unfazed. I might not even give them a second look.

But the Utsuho Mama in front of me…

T-This is impossible… Her combat power is even higher than Utsuho’s…!?

Since she was clothed, I obviously couldn’t know for sure. And since I wasn’t exactly overflowing with experience with women, that made it even harder to judge. But Taki-san’s were clearly larger than Utsuho’s. If they were bigger than a G… Were they an I, or even a J-cup…? 

No way, that’s impossible… Does that letter of the alphabet even exist for cup sizes…? Like Utsuho, having them this large must surely cause issues in daily life. Good grief… I simply must support them…

Furthermore, her hips were huge! Her legs were long to match her height! 

What is this beauty doing, radiating such decadent eroticism to everyone around her…? And to think this is a mother, a married woman, a woman who has given birth…?

“Oh? He’s stopped moving… Nodoka-chan, do you know why?”

“Maybe he’s just surprised because you’re so big, Mama?”

“Hmm. It’s true my boobs are bigger than Nodoka-chan’s, but…”

“No, I was talking about your height.”

While the downer “bursting-breast” mother and daughter had that conversation, I finally returned to reality. Ri-Right. It was extremely rude to stand there dazed without even a greeting when meeting someone for the first time. I hurriedly bowed my head.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry. I’m Muichi Otona. I’m Utsuho-san’s classmate and friend. Um, this is… A gift, or rather…”

When I handed over what I had bought, Utsuho’s mama smiled happily.

“Oh my, thank you. And here I was the one who invited you so I could thank you… Come in, Mu-kun.”

“Ah, thank you very mu— Mu-kun?”

I had just been called by a nickname I’d never heard in my life. And by a woman I’d just met. The way she closed the distance was brutal.

“Muichi-kun, so Mu-kun. Do you dislike it?”

“N-No, not at all.”

“I see. That’s good. You can call me Taki. Nodoka-chan is here too, so just ‘Utsuho’ would be confusing, right?”

“Ri-Right…”

Sh-She’s powerful. I was being completely overwhelmed. .

..Well, I haven’t exactly accumulated much life experience, so I suppose it’s natural to be pushed around by someone older than me.

“You can even call me ‘Mama’ if you want?”

“I’ll go with Taki-san, thank you very much.”

“Aww.”

Taki-san looked dissatisfied. 

As if I could call someone else’s mother “Mama”! I don’t even call my own mother that!

“Hey. Let’s just go inside already. My legs are getting tired from standing.”

Utsuho urged us forward. She had already taken off her shoes and was inside the house. Well, of course. It was her house.

“You’re right. Well then, come in, come in.”

“E-Excuse me.”

Invited by Taki-san, I entered the room. The door closed behind me, and the lock clicked into place. I felt as though that sound echoed with a strange, heavy weight.

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Now, this is a story from several hours later.

“Ah, ugh… ♡”

“…………”

A woman lay collapsed on her stomach, her body twitching and trembling. She was completely naked, her limbs overflowing with charm laid bare. And that woman… was Utsuho’s mama.

“…How did it end up like this?”

I looked up at the ceiling with an expression of total enlightenment. There was no “how” about it… I was the one who did it, after all.

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