Became Fuckbuddies with My Childhood Friend’s Mom, and Ended Up Including Her in a Threesome
Chapter 1: The Forbidden Beginning
I’m Yuto Takahashi, 28, a planner at a Tokyo ad agency, 178 cm, muscular, short black hair, bookish with a bad-boy edge. My childhood friend, Aoi Sakura, 27, D-cup breasts, petite, chestnut hair with dimples when she smiles, always called me “Yuto-nii.” But this story’s about her mom, Miho Sakura, 47, G-cup breasts, round hips, fair skin, short curly black hair, radiating mature allure like a soul-stealing siren.
Aoi and I stayed friends, not quite lovers; she’s busy as an illustrator, I’m swamped with work, so we drifted. Miho-auntie often dropped by with homegrown veggies, wearing low-cut dresses, cleavage a chasm. One day, delivering tomatoes, her skirt rode up, revealing lace panties. I swallowed, pants tightening. She noticed, smirking, “Yuto, all grown up, still shy?” I laughed awkwardly; she leaned in, breasts brushing my arm, “Aoi’s busy drawing; let Auntie relax you.”
Brain fried, I pinned her to the sofa, tore her dress, licked her nipples, roughly kneaded her breasts. She moaned, “Yuto… easy…” but her pussy was soaked. I dropped my pants, cock throbbing, thrusting into her molten pussy, sofa creaking. I came inside, her squirting climax soaking cushions, room like a flood. She gasped, “Yuto… fiercer than I thought…” Ashamed, I wanted to bolt, but stayed hard, guilt and pleasure clashing.
Chapter 2: Absurd Fuckbuddy Routine
Miho and I became secret fuckbuddies. She came over with “veggies,” wearing skimpy loungewear, breasts swaying dizzyingly. In the kitchen, she dropped a spoon, bending to flash her pussy. I pinned her to the counter, whipped her ass, fucked her tight anus. She moaned, “Yuto… bad boy…” Juices dripped, making me slip, bruising my butt. She laughed, gasping, “Yuto, you’re a sitcom!” Pissed, I fucked her again, cumming in her ass, floor a flood.
It didn’t stop. At Aoi’s for dinner, Miho in a low-cut apron teased my crotch under the table, making me spill soup. Aoi asked, “Yuto-nii, you okay?” I mumbled, “Burned myself!” Miho smirked, pulling me to the bathroom while Aoi cooked, stripping for me to fuck her pussy, juices soaking tiles. I yelled, “Auntie, Aoi’s right there!” She laughed, “Thrilling, right?” I came on her face; she licked it clean, “Your cum’s tastier than my soup.” Ashamed, I wanted to die, heart a mess.
I asked, “Auntie, is this fair to Aoi?” She sighed, “Yuto, my husband left a decade ago; I have needs.” I suspected she was filling a void.
Chapter 3: Inner Struggles
Miho’s body was a drug; I got hard seeing her, but guilt stabbed post-climax. Aoi’s my childhood friend; I’m fucking her mom—betrayal kept me awake. I tried refusing, “Auntie, this is wrong; we must stop.” She laughed, “Yuto, your cock disagrees. Aoi’s busy drawing.” Her lonely eyes hinted at pain. I learned her husband abandoned her, leaving her to raise Aoi alone, maybe using sex to escape.
At a love hotel, Miho brought a “play kit”—nipple clamps, shock wand. Stripped, she said, “Yuto, go heavy.” I clamped her nipples, shocked her clit, her screaming, “Yuto… I’m losing it…” I roughly fucked her pussy and ass, cumming all over, juices spraying like a storm. After, she curled up, “Yuto, do you think I’m trash?” Heart aching, I hugged her, “Auntie, you deserve better.” She cried, “Yuto, you and Aoi are my everything.” We were both numbing pain.
I tried confessing to Aoi, “I’ve got something…” She laughed, “Yuto-nii, you like Mom, don’t you?” I froze, unable to spill, guilt and feelings for Aoi a vortex.
Chapter 4: The Threesome Temptation
Miho wouldn’t let me pull away, storming my place in a sheer nightgown, “Yuto, Aoi should join us; it’ll be hotter.” Shocked, I said, “Auntie, you’re insane! Aoi’s my childhood friend!” She laughed, “Yuto, Aoi’s grown; she wants you too.” Brain reeling, that night Aoi came over, in a miniskirt, “Yuto-nii, I know about you and Mom; it’s fine, I want in.” Stunned, she stripped, revealing D-cup breasts, wet pussy, “Fuck me and Mom.”
Miho stripped; both women lay on my bed. Mind blown, I whipped their asses, fucked Miho’s pussy, then Aoi’s, alternating. Miho moaned, “Yuto… so fierce…” Aoi screamed, “Yuto-nii… I’m dying…” I came on them, juices and cum swirling, sheets soaked. The fuzzy cuffs broke; we laughed, buying scissors at a convenience store, clerk thinking we’re perverts. Heart heavy, I said, “Is this okay?” Miho laughed, “Yuto, just enjoy.” Aoi hugged me, “Yuto-nii, I love you.” Guilt and pleasure tangled.
Chapter 5: Breaking Free
I tried ending it, moving to Chiba, opening a coffee shop, dodging Miho and Aoi. They barged in, in sexy dresses, “Yuto, one last threesome?” Furious, I pulled them to storage, “Auntie, Aoi, you deserve better!” Miho cried, “Yuto, I just want to be needed.” Aoi said, “Yuto-nii, I don’t want to lose you.” Softening, I hugged them, “We need normal lives.” They nodded, vowing to face their issues.
I rebuilt, dated normal girls, but their bodies haunted my dreams, moans echoing. I told myself this taboo must end. They sent sunflowers, “Yuto, a goodbye gift.” I kept them, “Auntie, Aoi, be happy.” They left, teary.
Chapter 6: Reality’s Blend
I burned their messages, starting fresh. They wrote, Miho found love, Aoi a famous illustrator. Relieved, I focused on my shop, forgetting the madness.
I didn’t fully cut Miho and Aoi but balanced. They visited Chiba for small “family parties,” just us, using silly props like inflatable bananas. Aoi laughed, “Yuto-nii, this beats drawing!” Once, the banana burst, spraying foam, us laughing breathless. I dated steadily; they found love. We reminisced taboo but focused on life, happiness blooming quirky in absurdity and warmth.
