HENTAI Cheating Wife Hinata 2: From Loyal Wife to Big Ass Slut – Hinata’s Hentai Corruption

Hinata, the shy curvy big-titted and massive-assed anime mom, begins a slow spiral of corruption after lusting after her hot neighbor Kaito, gets caught riding a huge dildo by her 18-year-old daughter Himawari, then starts secretly fucking him—first against the wall, then in her marital bed while staring at her husband’s photo—until the night she walks in on Kaito savagely pounding her daughter’s fat ass, leading to filthy mother-daughter threesomes where he constantly compares and worships Hinata’s far bigger, heavier ass; over the following days the two women fully embrace being his sluts, drinking together in slutty lingerie and eating each other out, then spending entire nights in leopard and cow-print outfits getting their asses and pussies destroyed side by side, taking load after load while Hinata even answers her husband’s phone calls with Kaito still buried inside her, until both mother and daughter are completely addicted, marked, and eagerly waiting for the next time the back door opens.

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Chapter 7: The Phone Call and the Morning Kitchen

The sun was already high when Hinata opened her eyes.

Her body ached in a deep, satisfying way. Every muscle seemed to remember what had happened in the middle of the night. She was alone in Himawari’s bed. The daughter had gotten up earlier and left only the smell of sex and the stained sheets behind. Kaito was gone too. All that remained was the evidence on her own body: her asshole throbbing, her pussy swollen, fingerprint bruises on the heavy flesh of her ass, and the ghost taste of cum still on her tongue.

Hinata got up slowly. Her legs trembled. When she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, the woman staring back was no longer the proper housewife. Her tits were covered in dark hickeys. Her enormous ass still carried the red handprints that burned. Between the cheeks, her little hole remained sensitive, slightly open. She ran a finger over it and felt a delicious sting mixed with dried remnants of cum.

That was when her phone vibrated in the pocket of the robe she had thrown on.

Naruto.

Hinata swallowed hard and answered, voice still rough.

“Hello?”

“Hinata, morning. I managed to get a free minute. How’s everything over there? Kids okay?”

Her husband’s voice sounded distant, tired from travel, completely innocent. Hinata felt her pussy clench on its own just from hearing that normal tone while her ass still hurt from the neighbor’s cock.

“They’re fine,” she answered, trying to control her breathing. “Himawari left early… Boruto too. I’m alone.”

“Good. Listen, the meeting got delayed again. Best case I only get back in five days. You gonna be alright a little longer?”

Five days.

Hinata braced her free hand on the sink and closed her eyes. Five days with the house empty most of the time. Five days with the back door available. The answer came out lower than she intended.

“I’ll manage. Don’t worry.”

“You sound weird. You coming down with something?”

“No… just slept bad.”

Naruto talked a little more about work, the hotel, missing her. Hinata answered with soft sounds while her free hand dropped without permission and squeezed her own heavy ass, feeling the still-marked flesh. When the call ended she stared at the black screen for a long moment.

Then she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Himawari was already there.

The daughter was wearing only an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her big, fat ass. Hair was thrown up carelessly and a visible hickey sat on the side of her neck. She stirred her coffee like nothing had happened the night before.

When she saw her mother she smiled sideways.

“You’re up. Dad call?”

“He did. He’s gonna be gone another five days.”

Himawari let out a quiet little laugh and turned, leaning her hip against the counter. The T-shirt rode up enough to show she wasn’t wearing panties. The girl’s fat young ass was partially exposed, round and also marked.

“Five days… we’re gonna end up ruined.”

Hinata didn’t answer. She went to the fridge, grabbed water, and felt her daughter’s eyes on her back. The difference in volume between their two asses was obvious even under clothes: Himawari’s was big and young; hers, even covered by the robe, projected a weight and width no T-shirt could hide.

The back door opened without a knock.

Kaito walked in like he lived there. Freshly showered, in shorts and a T-shirt, hair still damp. His eyes went first to Himawari, then lingered much longer on the mother’s figure. Without a word he walked straight to Hinata, grabbed her chin, and kissed her deep, with tongue, right in front of the daughter. The kiss lasted until Hinata moaned softly into his mouth.

When they broke apart, Kaito looked at both of them.

“The cuckold call?”

“He did,” Himawari answered, already moving closer. “Five more days.”

“Perfect.”

He didn’t waste time with small talk. He pulled open Hinata’s robe and spread it wide, leaving her heavy tits and soft belly fully exposed. His hand dropped and squeezed the enormous ass over the fabric, then under it, fingers sinking into the abundant flesh.

“Still sore?”

“Yeah,” Hinata admitted, voice already husky.

“Good.”

Kaito turned the mother to face the kitchen counter and made her bend over, elbows on the cold stone. The robe was hiked up to her waist. Hinata’s monster ass was completely exposed under the morning light pouring through the window. Beside them, Himawari hopped up onto the counter and sat, spreading her legs, watching.

Kaito ran his whole hand up and down the mother’s crack, feeling the still-hot asshole and the already-wet pussy. Then he shoved his shorts down. His cock was already hard. He didn’t ask permission. He pressed the head against Hinata’s swollen little hole and pushed in slow, all the way, until he disappeared completely inside that still-sensitive heat.

Hinata let out a long moan, forehead dropping onto her arm. Kaito started fucking her ass with deep, steady strokes, both hands locked on that absurd volume of flesh, spreading and closing the cheeks so he could watch his cock vanish. Every impact made Hinata’s heavy ass roll in a way the daughter’s, no matter how big, could never match.

Himawari, sitting on the counter, wasn’t content to just watch. She slid a hand between her own legs and started rubbing, eyes fixed on the scene.

“Tell her again, Kaito… tell her the difference.”

Kaito gave a harder thrust and held Hinata’s cheeks wide open.

“Yours is big, Himawari. Fat, soft, perfect for spanking. But your mom’s… your mom’s is something else. It’s heavy. It’s wide. It’s a grown woman’s ass. When I push deep it feels like the cock just disappears into all that meat.”

Hinata moaned against her forearm, her asshole clenching around every word. Kaito kept the steady rhythm, no rush, fucking the mature ass while morning light illuminated everything. At one point he pulled Himawari by the arm, made the daughter hop down, and put her on her knees beside the mother. The girl understood without words: she opened her mouth and started licking his balls while his cock kept sliding in and out of Hinata’s ass.

The visual contrast was ridiculous. The mother’s enormous ass cocked up and getting ruined. The fat-assed daughter on her knees beside her, licking and sucking whatever she could reach. Kaito held both of their hair, switching his gaze between them.

After several minutes he pulled out of Hinata’s ass, grabbed the daughter by the back of the neck, and shoved the spit-and-ass-slick cock straight into her mouth. Himawari took it as deep as she could, gagging, while the mother stayed bent over, her open, twitching hole exposed to the air.

Kaito went back to Hinata’s ass shortly after. This time he fucked faster, deeper, the heavy flesh slapping against him with a wet, solid sound. Himawari climbed back onto the counter, spread her legs in front of her mother’s face, and pulled her head in.

“Suck me, Mom. While he fucks you.”

Hinata didn’t hesitate. She buried her face between her daughter’s thighs and started licking the young, wet pussy, tongue pushing in, nose rubbing through the curls. Kaito matched the rhythm with his thrusts, fucking the mother’s ass while the mother ate the daughter. Their moans mixed in the bright kitchen.

When Kaito felt the orgasm building he pulled out, spun Hinata around, and came in thick ropes across her tits and face. Himawari dropped down fast and joined her tongue to her mother’s, both of them licking and sharing the cum that ran down the heavy tits and chin.

After that the three of them just stood in the kitchen for a while, only breathing. Kaito opened the fridge like he lived there, grabbed a juice carton, and drank straight from it, shorts still halfway down his thighs.

“I’ll be back this afternoon. I want both of you on the living-room couch. On all fours. Side by side. I want to fuck one while the other sucks my balls. And I want the TV on some random channel, like it’s just a normal housewife day.”

Himawari laughed, still with a string of cum at the corner of her mouth.

“Should we leave the front door unlocked too? Just in case.”

“No need,” Kaito answered, eyes especially on Hinata’s still-exposed and red ass. “Nobody comes in here without knocking. And if they do… we’ll deal with it.”

He fixed his clothes, gave one final hard smack to the mother’s heavy ass — a smack that made the entire mass of flesh ripple — and left through the back door without another word.

Hinata stayed bent over the counter a few more seconds. Himawari moved up behind her, slid her hands around her mother’s waist, and rested her chin on her shoulder.

“Five days, Mom. Five days without Dad. We’re gonna destroy each other.”

Hinata looked out the kitchen window toward Kaito’s house and felt her empty asshole throb again, already needy.

“I know.”

She didn’t wipe her face. She left the taste of cum on her tongue while she made some random coffee, ass still bare under the open robe, daughter leaning against her, both of them already counting the hours until afternoon.

The house was quiet.
Naruto’s phone was far away.
And the morning had only just begun.

Chapter 8: Beer, Lace, and the Two of Them Alone

The house had been empty since mid-afternoon.

Boruto had texted that he was sleeping over at a friend’s for the third night in a row. Naruto was still five days away. Kaito had sent a message early saying he could only come the next day. That left just mother and daughter, the wide silence of the house, and a fridge full of ice-cold beers.

Himawari was the first to suggest it.

“We deserve a night just for us, Mom. No guy. Just us.”

Hinata hesitated only long enough to crack open the first can. The cold liquid slid down her throat and loosened something inside her that was still trying to cling to the old shame. The second can went down easier. By the third they were already laughing quietly and staring at each other’s bodies a little too long.

It was Himawari who pulled her mother down the hallway into her bedroom.

“I bought some stuff the other day. Never wore it. I want to see it on you.”

She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out several pieces of lingerie still with the tags on. Almost see-through black lace, red, a white set that was basically just strings and pushed-up cups. Everything short, filthy, made to be pulled off with teeth. Hinata felt her face heat up, but the beer had already knocked down the last wall.

“You’re wearing some too,” the mother said, voice already rougher.

They changed in front of each other, no rush. Himawari ended up in a tiny black lace thong that barely covered her pussy and a bra that pushed her small tits up, the string disappearing between her fat, round cheeks. The girl’s big young ass swayed with every step, the firm teenage flesh under the thin lace.

Hinata took longer. She chose a deep red, almost wine-colored set. The bra was deliberately a size too small: her heavy, full tits spilled over the top and sides, dark nipples almost completely exposed. The panties were a wide string in front and almost nothing in the back. When she turned around, her enormous ass — much bigger than her daughter’s — was on full, shameless display. The lace vanished between the dense, heavy cheeks, the flesh overflowing to the sides and bottom, bouncing with the slightest movement.

Himawari let out a low whistle, already holding a beer can.

“Holy shit, Mom… yours is ridiculous. Looks like the lingerie is begging for mercy.”

Hinata looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The reflection was pure slut. Tits almost falling out, waist cinched, and that monster ass framed by the red lace. Beside her, the daughter looked like a younger, smaller version of the same sin: fat, high ass, but still nowhere near the volume the mother carried.

They went back to the living room with the cans. Sat on the couch, facing each other at first, drinking, talking nonsense, laughing at things that only made sense after a few beers. Slowly the distance shrank. Himawari put her feet in her mother’s lap. Hinata started stroking her daughter’s calf without thinking. Then the thigh. Then the inner thigh.

When the fifth can was opened, Himawari simply stood up, crossed the space between them, and sat on Hinata’s lap facing her, legs spread around her mother’s waist. Their asses touched — the fat young one on top, the heavy mature one underneath. The lace scraped.

“Can I?” the daughter asked, mouth already too close.

Hinata answered by kissing her.

The kiss started slow, wet with the taste of beer, and quickly turned deep and filthy. Tongues tangled, hands dropped. Himawari squeezed her mother’s heavy tits over the lace, thumbs brushing the already-hard nipples. Hinata answered by grabbing her daughter’s fat ass with both hands, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, pulling the cheeks apart to open the thong string.

They ground against each other like that for long minutes, just body heat and the wet sound of mouths. Then Himawari slid off the lap, knelt on the floor between her mother’s legs, and pulled the red string to the side. Hinata’s hairy pussy was soaked. The daughter didn’t ask permission: she buried her face and started licking bottom to top, broad tongue, slow, always finishing on the clit with firm pressure.

Hinata threw her head back against the couch, thighs spreading wider. One hand went to her daughter’s hair, the other squeezed her own tit over the lace. Himawari sucked eagerly, wet sounds filling the living room, fingers spreading her mother’s thick lips to eat everything. Every so often she looked up, mouth shining, and spoke against the flesh:

“You’re so wet… just from drinking and putting on this slutty shit. That ass in this lingerie is driving me crazy.”

Hinata pulled her daughter back up, turned them both onto their sides on the couch, and returned the favor. They ended up in a scissors position, pussies rubbing through the lace, thighs locked, asses — one big, the other much bigger — clenching with every grind. The friction was hot, wet, the lace already soaked. Hinata held Himawari’s fat ass hard, spreading the cheeks while she pushed her hips. Himawari did the same, hands almost disappearing into her mother’s abundant flesh.

They kissed between moans, tongues lazy, the taste of beer still there. Then Hinata slid down, pulled the daughter’s thong aside with her teeth, and ate the young pussy hungrily, two fingers pushing deep while her tongue worked the clit. Himawari moaned loud, legs shaking, fat ass clenching with every suck. When she came she locked her mother’s head between her thighs and soaked her chin.

They didn’t stop.

Himawari recovered fast, pushed her mother onto all fours on the couch, and got behind her. The sight of Hinata’s enormous ass cocked up, the red lace vanished in the middle, the heavy flesh spilling out the sides, made the daughter mutter a low curse. She yanked the string aside, spat on the entrance, and shoved her tongue into her mother’s still-sensitive little asshole while her fingers fucked the pussy. Hinata cried out into the arm of the couch, monster ass trembling. Himawari licked and fingered with rhythm, the other hand planted on the dense cheek, squeezing, giving light smacks just to watch the flesh ripple.

“Your ass swallows my whole hand, Mom… the size of this thing is unfair.”

Hinata could only moan and push back. After a while she turned, knocked her daughter onto her back on the couch, and sat on her face. The heavy ass completely covered Himawari’s head. The girl didn’t complain: she grabbed the enormous cheeks with both hands, spread them, and ate everything — pussy and ass — with her tongue while Hinata ground down and moaned looking at her.

They switched. One ate, the other rubbed. One sat on a face, the other returned the favor on all fours. The lingerie got more and more twisted, soaked, and displaced. Himawari’s black lace ended up torn on one side. Hinata’s red bra was yanked down, heavy tits swinging free while she rode her daughter’s thigh.

At one point they ended up on the living-room floor, on the rug. Hinata on her back, legs open. Himawari on top, bodies pressed together, pussies grinding bare, skin on skin. The daughter’s hands squeezed the mother’s tits. The mother’s hands grabbed the daughter’s fat ass and, at the same time, felt her own heavy flesh getting crushed against the floor. They came together like that, hips locked, long moans muffled in each other’s mouths.

Even after the orgasm they didn’t separate. They stayed kissing slowly, hands still exploring, lazy fingers sliding in and out, spit and juices mixed on their thighs. Himawari went down one more time and cleaned her mother with her tongue, slow, like she wanted to taste every drop. Hinata returned it, flipping the daughter onto her stomach and licking the entire fat ass, tongue lingering on the little hole and the swollen pussy.

When they finally truly stopped, the two of them were wrecked on the rug, lingerie reduced to wet scraps, the smell of sex and beer thick in the living room. Himawari rested her head on her mother’s heavy tits and laughed quietly, exhausted.

“We’re such fucking sluts, huh?”

Hinata ran a hand through her daughter’s hair, the other hand resting on her own still-throbbing ass, and answered with the rough voice of someone who had moaned too much:

“We are.”

They didn’t get dressed again. They stayed there, naked under the remains of lace, sharing the last beer, bodies pressed together, asses — one big, the other much bigger — touching without any hurry.

Outside, the night stayed quiet.
Inside the house, mother and daughter had just discovered they didn’t need anyone else to destroy each other with pleasure.

And the night was still long.

Chapter 9: Leopard, Cow Print, and the All-Night Ass-and-Pussy Marathon

Kaito’s message arrived late in the afternoon:

“Tonight I want both of you ready. Slutty lingerie. One in leopard, one in cow print. Back door open. I’m coming in and I’m not stopping until the sun comes up.”

Himawari read it out loud and let out a low laugh, eyes already shining.

“I’ll take the cow print. You take the leopard, Mom. It matches the size of your ass better.”

Hinata didn’t argue. Her body was already reacting just from reading the words. They locked themselves in the mother’s bedroom, opened the drawers, and pulled out the pieces they had bought days earlier and still hadn’t used. The leopard set was tight animal-print lace: a bra that shoved her heavy tits up until they almost spilled over, a thong that completely disappeared between Hinata’s enormous cheeks. When she turned in the mirror, her monster ass looked even bigger, the pale, abundant flesh contrasting with the wild pattern, the heavy cheeks bouncing with every step.

Himawari put on the cow print: a black-and-white polka-dot bra that barely held her small tits, a thong with a little bow in the back that got lost between her fat, round cheeks. The girl’s big young ass sat high and provocative, but next to her mother the difference was still glaring — Himawari’s was fat and youthful; Hinata’s was ridiculous, wide, dense, pure grown-woman meat.

They looked at each other in the mirror, already wet just from seeing themselves like that.

“We look like two panel-van sluts,” Hinata muttered, voice rough.

“We are,” the daughter answered, giving her own ass a light smack and then a harder one on her mother’s heavy ass just to watch the flesh ripple.

At eleven that night the back door opened. Kaito walked in without a sound. He stopped in the living room and stared at the two of them waiting on their feet, side by side, the lingerie already a little shifted from body heat. His eyes lingered first on the leopard — the overflowing tits, the monster ass the lace could barely contain — then on the cow print, the fat high ass, the daughter’s filthy little smile.

“Perfect,” was all he said. His voice was already thick. “On all fours on the couch. Now.”

They obeyed. Climbed onto the couch on all fours, side by side, backs arched, asses cocked toward him. Leopard and cow print next to each other. The difference in volume was obscene under the low living-room light: Hinata’s enormous ass spreading heavy, the lace vanishing in the middle of the flesh; Himawari’s big ass, higher and rounder, the little black bow trembling.

Kaito stood behind them for a while just appreciating the view. Then he shoved his shorts down and pulled out his already-hard, thick, veiny cock. Without a word he dragged the head first along the daughter’s crack, then the mother’s, smearing both with precum. After that he spat on each asshole and spread it with his thumb.

He started with the cow print.

He shoved his cock all the way into Himawari’s already-used little hole in one thrust. The girl cried out into the arm of the couch, fat ass shaking from the impact. Kaito fucked her hard and deep, hands locked on the young cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear. Every thrust made the daughter’s flesh slap and jiggle. After several minutes he pulled the dripping cock out and pushed it straight into Hinata’s tighter, hotter asshole. The mother let out a long moan, monster ass clenching. Kaito needed more force to open her up, both hands almost disappearing into the abundant flesh as he sank to the hilt.

“Fuck… the difference,” he growled. “The daughter’s swallows it easy and squeezes. The mother’s… the mother’s is a hot, heavy tunnel. Feels like I’m fucking inside a throne of meat.”

He alternated. Three strokes in the cow-print ass, four in the leopard. The two of them moaned together, tongues meeting sideways whenever they could. Kaito spat, spanked, spread cheeks, cursed. Both sets of lace were already soaked and twisted.

After a while he pulled Himawari by the hair, made the daughter drop to the floor on her knees, and shoved the ass-slick cock into the girl’s mouth while he kept fingering the mother’s hole with three fingers. Himawari swallowed, gagged, spit running, while Hinata pushed her ass back begging for more.

When he started fucking again, Kaito changed positions. He laid Hinata on her back on the couch, legs spread and bent, heavy ass almost hanging off the edge, and slammed into her pussy hard. At the same time he pulled Himawari up to sit on her mother’s face. The cow-print girl spread her legs over the leopard and the mother started eating the daughter while she took cock. Kaito pounded the mature pussy with deep strokes, eyes locked on Himawari’s fat ass bouncing on her mother’s face.

“Eat your daughter properly while I wreck this cunt,” he ordered.

Hinata obeyed, tongue buried, nose rubbing, while the thick cock slid in and out of her with wet sounds. Himawari moaned sitting on her mother’s face, hands squeezing the heavy tits that spilled out of the leopard bra.

Kaito came the first time inside Hinata’s pussy, hot jets flooding her womb. He pulled out still pulsing, grabbed the daughter by the back of the neck, and made her clean the cock with her mouth, sucking the cum mixed with her mother’s juices. Then he pushed Himawari onto all fours on the floor and buried himself in her ass again, savage, while Hinata, still lying there and leaking, reached over and spread her daughter’s cheeks for him.

The night never slowed down.

They moved to the rug. Kaito fucked both of them in every position he could invent. On all fours side by side again, cock switching between the two asses and the two pussies. One on top of the other — Himawari on the bottom, Hinata on top, the two asses stacked — and he fucked the daughter’s hole while the mother’s monster ass got crushed and available for heavy spanks. Hinata riding his cock while Himawari sat on his face. Both face-down, legs closed, and him fucking one ass then the other without breaking rhythm.

With every thrust the lingerie suffered more. The leopard bra ended up ripped on one side, one heavy tit completely free. The cow-print thong became nothing but a twisted string stuck around one ankle. Kaito didn’t care. He used the lace to pull, to hold, to squeeze.

He came the second time in Himawari’s ass, the third between Hinata’s enormous cheeks, the fourth back inside the mother’s pussy. Between loads he kept fucking, using both mouths to get hard again, making mother and daughter kiss with cum on their tongues, ordering one to clean the other’s ass with her mouth while he watched.

The night wore on and he never eased up. The living room reeked of raw sex, sweat, and cum. Both women were destroyed: hair stuck, makeup smeared, fingerprint and spank marks on every inch of skin, asses and pussies red, swollen, continuously open and used. Even so they begged for more. Hinata, on all fours, pushed her monster ass back and asked him to go deeper. Himawari, on her knees, pulled her mother by the hair and made her suck the filthy cock before he went back to ruining any of the four holes.

Near five in the morning Kaito was still hard. He put both of them on their sides facing each other, legs tangled, and fucked Hinata’s ass while the daughter tongue-kissed her mother and pinched her tits. Then he switched and buried himself in Himawari’s ass in the same position. The two of them kissed and moaned together every time he changed holes.

The final load took a while. He made them kneel side by side, tongues out, and came across both faces and mouths at once, painting the ripped lingerie, the tits, the hair. Himawari and Hinata immediately started making out, sharing the cum, licking what ran down each other’s chins.

When he finally stopped, Kaito dropped onto the couch, chest heaving, cock still twitching. The two of them stayed on the floor, lying on top of each other, lingerie reduced to filthy rags, the asses — the fat one and the monster one — exposed, red, and shiny with cum and spit.

He looked at them and spoke with the rough voice of a man who had fucked all night:

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I want the same lingerie. Even if it’s ripped. And I want both of you already open and waiting.”

Himawari laughed, exhausted, voice husky, and rested her head on her mother’s heavy ass.

“The leopard and the cow still have milk to give.”

Hinata said nothing. She just spread her legs wider on the floor, felt her empty ass and pussy throb and already ache for more, and ran a hand over her own marked ass, then over her daughter’s fat one, as if confirming that both of them were still there — used, filthy, and completely given over.

The night was over.
The sun was starting to lighten behind the curtains.
And the two sluts — leopard and cow print — were already counting the hours until the next round.

Chapter 10: Five Days of Silence and the Living Room That Never Dried

Five days.

That was the number Naruto had given her on the phone. Five full days before he would walk back through the front door. Five days with the house half-empty, the back door permanently unlocked, and two women who no longer bothered pretending they were anything but hungry.

By the second morning the living room already smelled permanently of sex. The couch cushions stayed damp no matter how many times they flipped them. The rug had a dark, irregular stain that no amount of cleaner fully erased. Hinata stopped trying. Himawari never started.

They no longer waited for night.

Kaito began showing up whenever he felt like it. Sometimes at ten in the morning with coffee still on his breath. Sometimes right after lunch. Sometimes at three in the afternoon while the sun was still high and the windows were open. He never knocked. He simply walked in, found them wherever they were, and took what he wanted.

On the third day he found them both in the kitchen again, still in the torn remains of the leopard and cow-print sets from the night before. Hinata was bent over the counter checking her phone. Himawari sat on the island swinging her legs. Kaito didn’t say a word. He just stepped behind the mother, yanked the ruined thong aside, and pushed his half-hard cock into her already-loose asshole in one slow stroke. Hinata’s phone clattered onto the counter. She braced herself and took it.

Himawari watched for a minute, then hopped down, walked over, and casually fed her mother two fingers while Kaito fucked her ass with long, lazy thrusts. When the mother came, quiet and shaking, Kaito pulled out, pushed the daughter onto her knees, and finished in her mouth. Himawari swallowed, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and went back to swinging her legs on the island like nothing had happened.

They stopped wearing real clothes.

Lingerie became the uniform. Sometimes matching, sometimes not. Sometimes just the bottoms. Sometimes nothing but an open robe that never stayed closed. Hinata’s enormous ass lived in permanent display. The heavy cheeks stayed marked for days at a time—fingerprints, handprints, the faint purple of deep thrusts. Himawari’s fat young ass carried its own collection of red and purple, smaller but just as used.

On the fourth afternoon Kaito made them both crawl.

He sat in the big armchair like it was a throne, cock already out, and pointed at the floor.

“All the way from the hallway. Slow. Asses up.”

They dropped to their hands and knees and crawled the length of the living room. Hinata’s monster ass swayed heavily with every movement, the flesh rolling and spreading. Himawari’s fat ass bounced higher, tighter, the cheeks clapping softly. Kaito stroked himself while he watched the difference.

When they reached him he made the mother sit on his cock first—ass first. Hinata sank down with a long, broken moan, the thick shaft disappearing between her heavy cheeks until she was fully seated. He held her there, not letting her move, while the daughter licked and sucked whatever she could reach underneath. After a few minutes he lifted Hinata off, dropped her to the side, and pulled Himawari onto the same cock, same hole. The contrast in how each ass swallowed him was something he never got tired of narrating out loud.

“Yours opens slower, Hinata. Heavier. Makes me work for it. Hers just… takes it. Young and greedy. Both of you are perfect. Don’t ever change.”

He fucked them in rotation for almost two hours that afternoon. Ass, pussy, mouth, back to ass. He made them hold each other open. He made them count the strokes. He made the mother clean the daughter and the daughter clean the mother between every switch. By the time he finally came—deep in Hinata’s ass while Himawari sat on her mother’s face—the sun had started to drop and both women were trembling and glossy with sweat and spit and cum.

They didn’t shower.

They lay on the rug afterward in a tangle of limbs, the mother’s heavy tits serving as a pillow for the daughter, Kaito’s hand lazily squeezing whichever ass was closest. The television murmured some daytime show no one watched. Outside, the neighborhood continued its ordinary life. Inside, the two of them had stopped pretending there was anything ordinary left.

That night Naruto called again.

Hinata answered on speaker while Kaito was still inside her. She was on her back on the couch, legs over his shoulders, his cock buried in her pussy. Himawari lay beside them, two fingers lazily pumping her own cunt, eyes half-lidded.

“Hey,” Naruto’s voice came through, warm and tired. “Just checking in. Everything okay there?”

Hinata’s voice came out surprisingly steady, even as Kaito gave her a slow, deep thrust.

“Everything’s fine. Quiet. The kids are out again.”

“You sound out of breath. You exercising or something?”

Kaito smiled and pushed harder. Hinata’s eyes fluttered.

“Yeah… just a little… yoga. Trying to stay active while you’re gone.”

Himawari bit her lip to keep from laughing. Kaito reached over and casually pushed two fingers into the daughter’s mouth to shut her up. Himawari sucked them obediently.

Naruto talked for a few more minutes about flights and meetings and how much he missed her. Hinata answered in short sentences, hips rolling to meet every quiet thrust. When he finally said goodbye and the call ended, Kaito pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved back into her ass without warning. Hinata buried her face in the cushion and came with a broken, muffled cry.

Himawari clapped softly, sarcastic and affectionate at the same time.

“Best yoga session of her life.”

Kaito fucked the mother through two more orgasms before pulling out and dragging the daughter underneath him by the ankle. He took her ass hard and fast while Hinata recovered enough to crawl over and lick her daughter’s clit. They finished together—Kaito flooding Himawari’s hole, Hinata shaking against her daughter’s thigh, Himawari crying out with her face pressed to her mother’s heavy tits.

Afterward they stayed tangled on the couch in the dark. The only light came from the television still playing to no one. Kaito’s hand rested on the curve of Hinata’s enormous ass, fingers idly tracing the marks he had left. Himawari’s smaller, fat ass pressed against his other side.

Five days had felt like a long time when Naruto first said the number.

By the end of the fourth night it already felt like it would never be enough.

Hinata stared at the ceiling, one hand stroking her daughter’s hair, the other still resting on her own used, aching body, and quietly accepted the truth she had been circling for weeks:

When her husband finally came home, nothing would go back to the way it was.

The back door would stay unlocked.
The living room would keep its stains.
And the two of them—mother and daughter—would keep their legs open for the man next door for as long as he wanted them.

Kaito fell asleep first, breathing deep between them.
Himawari followed, cheek still pillowed on her mother’s breast.

Hinata stayed awake a little longer, listening to the quiet house, feeling the slow leak of cum from both of her holes, and already wondering how many more loads she could take before the five days were over.

The night was not finished with them yet.
And neither was he.

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