Hot Asian Mom: Loving Moms 2

by Carrie Breeze

  Contents

  Hot Asian Mom

  other works

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Copyright

  Hot

  Asian Mom

  Loving Moms 2

  Carrie Breeze

  Other works by Carrie

  Having My Daughter's Boyfriend

  Stepmom Vacation

  PEG!

  Got Jacked

  Pork

  Big Bad Stepbrother

  Stepbrother Lover

  Chapter 1

  Midori Kawasaki was a loving mom who loved the feel of soft young flesh. She and her son, Kenji, lived in a small wooden house in a quiet residential district of Yokohama not far from the university. Having no other family, he was the sole focus of her life, dedicating all her time to making sure he had all he needed for a happy and prosperous future. The truth was she was a very lonely woman.

  Midori used sex to help alleviate the pain of her loneliness. Age forty-two, she was a widow. Her husband, Shunryu, had perished in the great tidal wave of 2012. She had not taken a lover since then. Her time was taken up working a day job in a lunch box factory to provide for Kenji’s support. So she got what satisfaction she could from her favorite vibrator, a ten inch dildo she nicknamed “Big Boy.”

  Unlike her coworkers who would enjoy a drink or two after work, Midori would pedal home on her bike and, with Kenji still on campus studying, she would relax in her room and pleasure herself.

  Today was slightly different. Kenji and his girlfriend, Yuka, had gone to Haneda Airport to pick up an American student who would be living with them.

  Midori got home around three and wasted no time. On the way, she had stopped at the market and picked up some fresh salmon to go with the rice that was cooking in the rice cooker. After refrigerating the fish she headed straight for her bedroom.

  She slipped out of her work clothes, a tan jumpsuit, neatly folded it and set it in a hamper. She unfastened her bra, shrugged it off, stepped out of her beige panties and laid those in the hamper on top of the jumpsuit. A full length mirror hung on the back of her door. It reflected a firm well proportioned middle-aged body. Her active lifestyle and healthy diet had kept the cellulite away. She took a tube of lavender scented lotion, squeezed some into her palms, and worked them over her body starting down at her slender ankles. Her hips were voluptuous but not yet what some would call curvy. Her tummy had a little bit of a motherly roll to it but just enough to be alluring. Her large breasts had maintained their firmness and had not yet given into the pull of gravity.

  Midori had been raised in a small village north of Tokyo. After high school she had incurred the wrath of her father by running away to the big city and answering an add for dancers. Little did she know at the time that it involved dancing naked in front of a room full of drunken businessmen. But she got used to it. Came to enjoy it for a couple years. It’s where she met Shunryu. She retired. They married and bought the house in Yokohama. Even after all those years, she still got pleasure in seeing herself naked. Her favorite bar music played through her head as she swayed her hips to the rhythm, caressing her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples.

  She slowly swayed over to the closet and took out a lacquered mahogany box, opened it and wrapped her fist around Big Boy. He was veiny with a huge head. A few months ago Midori had by chance seen her son naked at the public bath. Big Boy was much bigger - what she imagined an American cock to be like. She sunk down onto her futon and fell onto her back. She licked Big Boy’s long shaft, lubing him with her saliva and pleasuring in the sensual delight of his rough contours and ridges. She took him full into her mouth, deep throating him till he tickled her tonsils. Then she teased her flesh by dragging his head all along her body. Down between her breasts. Down along her tummy. Down into her fury black bush. She spread her legs wide so that clockwise they were at ten past ten. She was wet. Big Boy patted her clit till her large pussy lips opened like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

  At times, recently, Kenji would bring Yuka home to study. Late at night, Midori could hear them fucking in the next room. In the moonlight, through the thin rice paper wall, she could see her son’s shadow pumping and thrusting. Though this caused her a slight pang of jealousy, during those nights she used the image of her son fucking to feed her fantasies. As Big Boy prodded and plundered her pussy it was Kenji on top of her. Every mother’s dream fulfilled.

  But this afternoon she thought of the American boy coming to her house. Was he as big as Big Boy? Maybe even more huge? Big boy plowed deep into Midori. She used both hands on his base, digging him into her while thrusting her hips up. The force of his fucking made her thigh muscles quiver and tremor. Soon she was lost in ecstasy, tossing her head from side to side, lost in her wild ride. As her pussy clenched and convulsed around Big Boy she imagined it was the American. She pulled him out just as she erupted spewing out white hot lady lava.

  A few minutes later, after cleaning and wrapping herself in her finest silk kimono, Midori stepped out onto her small deck that overlooked her small walled-in yard and enjoyed a cigarette. Just a few puffs on it and she heard a car pull up. Doors slammed. A taxi. They’re home.

  “Mom, were back,” Kenji shouted into the house.

  She entered through the sliding side door and hurried to the small front entryway.

  “Konnichiwa,” bowing at her waist.

  “Konnichiwa,” six-foot-one Billy Campbell replied, bumping his head on the doorway that way built for bodies a foot shorter. “Oops. I keep forgetting to duck.”

  “Ha Ha,” Midori said, smiling and bowing again. “You takusan. Very takusan.” Noticing his quizzical look she explained, “Big boy,” patting his lanky arm and looking him up and down. “You are a Big boy.”

  “Domo arigato gozaimasu, Mrs. Kawasaki,” he said, trying out what little Japanese he knew and bowing to her in return.

  “Oh, and so polite. Please, call me mom.”

  “I like that. Mom it is, mom.”

  “Let me take that for you,” grabbing his suitcase. “We have a room made up for you. Kenji will show you. You can have a meal and then perhaps you will want to rest.”

  They left their shoes in the rack by the door. Kenji and Yuka helped him with the rest of his luggage. Billy got settled, was shown how to use the Japanese toilet - he had to squat over a long oval porcelain trough. No reading while using that john, he mused. And then, while Midori and Yuka prepared the fish and rice, he and Kenji, Facebook friends for the past year, grabbed a couple cans of Kirin from the fridge, went out on the deck and got more acquainted.

  Chapter 2

  “Takusan chimpo!” The Japanese college girls all exclaimed in amazement as they clustered around Billy. It was a week later at meet and greet night for the new foreign students at Yokohama International University. A sophomore on leave from Northwestern in Chicago, Billy had come to Japan with dreams of meeting sexy Japanese girls and finally losing his obstinate virginity.

  “Takusan Chimpo,” the girls giggled and blushed, covering their open mouthes with slender fingers, chatting excitedly in incomprehensible Japanese. Billy only new the few basic words that’d he’d picked up in guide books. It was only his second week in country and, other than being fascinated by the strange exotic cityscapes and culture, he’d become acutely aware of how much he stood out. Everything was so much smaller than in the States, including the people. At six-foot-one, he stood almost a good ten inches above everyone else. And, his height wasn’t the only thing that stood out.

  “Takusan chimpo.”

  Billy had no idea what takusan chimpo meant but he had a strong feeling wha
t it referred to. His main concern at the moment, what dominated his thoughts in conjunction with the pretty girls paying him considerable attention, was his raging hard-on. He literally felt his heart pounding in his cock. It was that bad. His misbehaving penis bulged through his suit pants as obvious as a spider on a wedding cake.

  How embarrassing.

  He had never been the focus of so much attention by so many babes in all his life. His most horny fantasies ran wild and uncontrolled through his reptilian brain. Screw academics. This is why he’d come here. To get laid. But, being the shy and timid sort, his embarrassing situation kept him from even talking. He had to control his self-willed cock.

  Things started to get out of hand when each of the girls started posing for selfies with him. With him and his eye-popping hard-on.

  Here’s me with Billy and his hard-on.

  How shameful.

  “Excuse me, I have to use the comfort room. Excuse me, where is the restroom? Domo arigato,” bowing and backing away from the crowd.

  Billy relieved himself into the porcelain trough of a toilet and then stood and splashed cold water on his face from the sink. He cupped his hands under the tap and relieved his dry sticky lips and tongue, his cotton-mouth. The water helped. His hard-on slowly subsided, freeing up blood for his brain and hopefully a return to rationality.

  “There you are, dude,” Kenji said, entering the bathroom. Like Billy, Kenji was a sophomore and the coolest dude Billy had ever known. He was five-foot-two and dressed like Elvis - always wearing his collar up and slicking his jet black hair back in a DA. He had a 50CC Honda scooter. Yesterday he took Billy out on it cruising the narrow winding streets of Yokohama. But, most importantly, Kenji wasn’t a virgin. He had a hot girlfriend, Yuka. She came over to study last night. After Billy had gone to his room he could hear them fucking. The thin rice paper walls offered little privacy. He masturbated to the sound of their slapping flesh and her tender sighs.

  “Are you feeling ill? One of the girls said you looked pale and asked for the comfort room.”

  “It’s nothing. Just needed a break. A little overwhelmed by all the attention. Feeling better now.”

  “I came to find you because Yuka has a friend who would like to meet you.”

  “Cool, dude.”

  Kenji led the way to a booth next to a windowed wall that looked out on a courtyard with a perfectly groomed Japanese garden. Yuka was seated there along with a slender geeky looking girl. Her lanky hair was held back with barrettes and she wore thick glasses. She had so many pimples Billy thought he could pick out the constellation Orion running from her narrow chin up across her high left cheek. But she did have a pleasing smile - the glare from her dental work momentarily blinding him. Perhaps here was a girl as nerdy as himself. He felt his dick tingle.

  She stood and faced him as he and Kenji approached. My God she was a giantess. Five-foot-eight at least.

  “Billy, Kyoko,” Kenji said. “Kyoko, Billy.”

  “Konbanwa.”

  “Konbanwa.”

  Their heads almost banged as they bowed to each other.

  Suddenly the air seemed to be filled with the scent of lilacs. Was it her perfume? It smelled like mutual love at first sight.

  Billy’s boner was popping again but he slid into the booth next to Kyoko and leaned up tight against the table before she noticed. Yuka and Kenji sat across from them. Kyoko did something weird but charming. She kicked off her flats and brought her feet up onto the bench, sitting yoga style.

  “Please excuse me,” she said, smiling nervously. “It’s to prevent cramps.”

  “Oh, think nothing of it. I’m studying economics. How about you?” he said, mentally undressing her. He imagined her having small mosquito bite breasts with dark 45 caliber nipples that he could sink his teeth into.

  “You economics? Me too,” she said blushing and batting her lashes at him. “Kenji says you come from Chick-a-go. I love Chick-a-go Cubs”

  Something crazy just happened. Billy felt the toes of Kyoko’s right foot wiggling against his thigh. He subtly slid slightly closer to her.

  “Oh, yes. Chicago. So you’re a baseball fan.”

  There they went again. This time it felt as her toes were climbing up onto his thigh. She was making a pass at him. He was going to get laid tonight!

  “Yes, yes. I have tickets to Tokyo Carp game. Maybe you and I go watch?”

  A date! He was rock hard. He hadn’t had one in ages.

  “Of course I’d like to go,” Stealthily pivoting his hips toward her and slouching down slightly. The head of Billy’s engorged cock now grazed the the soul of Kyoko’s bare foot, the been separated only by the flimsiest of fabric. “I’d love to go,” he squeaked.

  “Super, It’s this Saturday. So, you stay with Kenji and his Okaasan? How do you like Japanese living?”

  “I, I, I like it. It’s very different,” secretly gyrating his hips from the waist down while keeping his upper torso relatively motionless. His cock head was stroking up and down along the bottom of her foot. She appeared totally oblivious so he kept going. All his blood surging to his throbbing member. All eyes were on him waiting to hear more. Sweat started to bead his forehead. He was in near ecstasy. There was a veggie platter on the table. He grabbed a stalk of celery and started chomping on it to divert attention. “Ohh… things like the toilet, and sitting on a cushion on the floor at a lower dinner table… ahhh….”

  “You okay, dude?” Kenji said, just as he saw Billy’s eyes roll up into their upper lids.

  Billy had just felt Kyoko’s toes grip his cock. He was on the verge of coming. At the same time Kyoko became aware of a funny feeling in her toes. She looked down at Billy’s lap.

  “O.M.G.” she shrieked. “Pervert,” slapping his face.

  Billy jumped up and ran out of the building into the torrid Yokohama night.

  Chapter 3

  One reason Billy had enrolled in the foreign study program was because he felt he had to get as far away as possible from his evangelical parents and their death camp grip on his sexual freedom just to get laid. Traveling half way around the world for a piece of ass was extreme but Billy was desperate. This had been his first chance at meeting Japanese babes and he’d blown it. It was like, even from ten thousand miles away he was still under his parent’s control.

  He walked back home through the narrow winding streets feeling like a failure. He’d probably be a virgin for life. It was dark and quiet. The fragrance of sandalwood incense wafted through the air. Twangy Japanese folk music being plucked on some strange instrument drifted out a window somewhere. Why not join a monastery? Become a Zen monk. It started to rain. Not knowing how to read Japanese street signs he feared getting lost. Kenji had shown him the way several times but his mind seemed to be too confused to remember.

  “Billy, Billy….”

  He turned to see Midori running after him with short choppy steps. She was wrapped in her kimono and carrying an exotic parasol decorated with hand-painted cranes.

  “Where are you going? You passed the house.”

  “I got lost in the rain.”

  “You’re drenched. Come inside and dry off.”

  She came up beside him, put her arm around his waist, held the parasol over his head and guided him to the door.

  “You’ll get sick like this. Take off your wet things in there,” she pointed to the toilet closet just inside the door. “I’ll bring you a robe and get your bath ready.

  Fears of being shipped back to the states on the next available flight plagued Billy’s mind as he padded across the tatami mat living room and into the bathroom. Inside, he slid the door shut and hung his terrycloth robe on a hook. Midori had filled the tub with steaming water and placed a bucket containing a large sponge and a bar of soap on the tile floor for his washing as was Japanese custom. He filled the bucket with warm water from a shower head, squatted down facing the wall and began soaping himself.

  A minute later the sliding door op
ened and closed. Midori quietly stepped in. He looked the picture of dejection and tried to hide his nakedness. She smiled to him the most loving and understanding smile. She disrobed and crouched down behind him, took the soapy sponge from his hand, and began scrubbing his back. He felt her large motherly breasts press against him and, for the first time since the disaster at the university, he felt his cock come alive. He had heard about Japanese communal bathing. Was this his introduction to the custom? If so, being a bashful person, he wasn’t so sure he was ready.

  “Why so sad looking, my son?”

  She worked the sponge over his shoulders and across his chest. Her loving touch encouraged him to open his thoughts to her.

  “I just feel that I blew it tonight, mom. I’ll be honest. I came to Japan hoping to find a girlfriend. And tonight, at the party, I basically killed any chance I had of that.”

  “Oh, don’t sell yourself short, my boy,” washing his thighs and butt. “We learn from our mistakes. Look at you. Healthy. Strong. Any right minded Japanese girl would do anything to have you.” Scrubbing the inside of his thighs she worked her hand up toward his groin. He tried to prevent her from reaching his genitals by closing his legs but she got stern. “Let me see what you have hiding there. Come on. Don’t be shy.” She pried his legs apart and up popped his hard-on. My dear, you are well equipped. Billy you are bigger than Big Boy.”

  Midori set down the sponge, soaped up her hands and began thoroughly washing his cock, balls and anus.

  “I will teach you how to be with a woman and then you will have no problem with the college girls,” she smiled, her pussy tingling with anticipation. “Now stand up for me.”

  “What ever you say, mom. You are right. I do need to learn a lot about women.”

  She rinsed him with the shower head and then knelt in front of him, massaging his cock with both hands while she took his head into her mouth. He watched in disbelief at his first ever blowjob. Her hands and lips were so soft. They caressed and sucked him tight as a vise yet soft as silk. He tilted his head back and moaned. He began throbbing and was afraid of coming in her mouth when suddenly she stopped, stood and pulled his head down level with hers. This also was something new and unexpected to him. She had a strange look in her eyes. Was she as turned-on as he was himself? Her breathing was heavy.