Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. This one also has the issue of being not well set in the narrative framing of a diary. Edwin gets a peek from Otome.
Since it was the weekend, I decided to stay up late. My Japanese was flourishing quite well. Being in constant contact with it, I was improving by leaps and bounds. It also helped that Otome aided me in my studies. She was a great teacher — the kind of teacher you’d see in poorly-written porn, but I wasn’t complaining.
She was smart, kind, and decisively hot. With a capital ‘H’.
In fact, the latest video I masturbated to involved a woman of similar stature to Otome. Incest was also on my list, along with femdom. Finding all of my new kinks packed into a single video was exceedingly rare. However, when I did find one, it was enough material to last me a few days.
It just so happened that today, I was looking for a different video.
Before I could browse the web to test my luck, I shuffled out of the covers and quietly made my way downstairs. A snack was in order. One of the downsides of staying up late was that I needed more resources to keep me going.
The house was completely dark. The outside light poured through the windows, providing a morsel of help in orienting myself around the hallways. I had yet to learn the layout of the place to the point where I could map it in my head.
The stairs creaked under my weight. I tip-toed down, hoping to get to the fridge for a snack run and back without waking my host mother.
Eventually, I reached my destination, glad that I did so without making as much as a squeak. I grabbed a leftover slice of cake and a carton of juice. I didn’t know how hungry I was until sweet goodness slammed my taste buds with their sugary love.
Needless to say, I devoured the whole thing before chugging the juice in less than a minute. Now much more satisfied, I was ready to go back to my room.
However, right when I sneaked past the washroom—
“Ahnn!”
—I froze. I was familiar with that sound. Not by its timbre, but by its aroused intonation.
My feet felt like lead, weighting a ton each.
There was no one but Otome at home. I would have noticed if her husband had come back, or if a guest, as unlikely as it was, had showed up. I’ve been awake the whole time, after all.
“Ahn! Yesss!”
I blinked, my heart rate accelerating, its pounding reverberating in my ears.
Despite the door acting as an obstacle between me and the washroom, through the narrow gap underneath it, I saw a dim light. It was so faint, in fact, that had no one made a noise, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Curiosity swelled up in my chest.
What was that saying again?
Ah, yes. ‘Curiosity killed the cat.‘
I was prepared to die to sneak a quick peek.
With utmost care and caution, I approached the door. It wasn’t locked. It wasn’t even fully closed. Weird. Another round of ‘Ahnns’ and ‘Ohhhs’ went off. Despite having just chugged some orange juice, my throat felt parched. The excitement was oozing out of my skin in salty pearls.
I pulled the door. Just a little. Enough to widen the gap, but not to the point Otome would notice. I saw a back, velvety and white, arched and sweat-slicked. It writhed under the light, as if in pain, but the intermittent pleased sounds coming out proved otherwise.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t as if I naively believed Otome hadn’t ‘those’ urges. No. It was the fact that I had caught her, in the middle of the night, going at without a care in the world.
One of her hands was groping her tit furiously, pinching and tweaking the rosy, stiffened peak in the middle. The other hand was between her juicy legs, working with equal amounts of urgency on a phallic mound of flesh...
‘A dildo?’
I gulped, a shaky exhale coming out of my lips. From my position, I didn’t have a perfect view of her front-side. However, Otome had in her hand what looked like a massive dildo. And she seemed to be jamming it in and out of her pussy with so much force behind it that I could hear a faint smacking sound.
‘To think she owns such a thing...’ I edged a little closer. ‘It’s so big too...’
Her arm swung up and down, her hand fisted around the massive toy. It speared her womanhood with no slowing down. And as she did so, she uttered three words.
Three single words that changed everything.
“Come to mama...” Otome moaned, her back twisting and writhing as she worked herself to a zenith.
I stood there, frozen. All the blood converged in my lower head, engorging the vessel bound in my pants. Otome was laying there, in the tub. The water splashed all over the floor as she pleasured herself.
The words she intoned, however, were stuck in my head.
‘Is... is she talking about me?’
Otome didn’t have any children — none that were mentioned, at least.
‘She must be talking about me.’
Sweat flowed down my brows.
‘She’s thinking about me while she... she pleasures herself...’
Without even noticing it, I had sneaked a hand down and freed the awakened python. Otome hunched forward as she grappled her dildo with both hands, jerking it aggressively. From the way she was quivering and mewling, it was obvious she was about to orgasm.
It would be the first time I saw a woman in real life climaxing.
And that woman was Otome.
My host mother.
My eyes dilated. A familiar, electrifying rush overwhelmed my senses. My cock twitched, spraying cum all over the edge of the door. I barely held back the moan that built up in my throat. Finding no outlet, it rumbled in my mouth.
‘Shit!’
I hadn’t even touched myself!
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!
I hastily, and quite clumsily, tried to wipe the trails of cum off the door. Instead, I messed it up even more. The door squealed, and the thumps of my footsteps must have reached Otome, for she had suddenly stood up, her enormous breasts jiggling.
Tugging my pants back up, I scuttled back into my room, running so fast and hard that, if there were any doubts about a presence spying on Otome, there would be none now. And considering there were only the two of us in the house, she was certainly going to suspect me.
Still... the image of Otome, bare and true, was seared in my mind. The way she contorted. The way she masturbated. The way she unconsciously called out to me. I was as frightened as I was excited.
The moment I was back in the safety of my room, I dove myself under the blankets.
I tried to stifle my heavy breathing, but all it did was place an uncomfortable weight on my lungs. My body was boiling, my skin flushed, and the sticky wetness in my underwear was not exactly pleasant.
I wondered if Otome would come check up on me, but as time wore on, there were no sounds coming from outside the door.
‘I’m safe...’
Well, until tomorrow. Though, feigning ignorance was perhaps the best move. There was no need to mention what happened, or even acknowledge its existence.
I might not speak of it, yes, however, I couldn’t forget it.
If I was any good at drawing, I could draw each line and wrinkle of Otome’s gorgeous backside from memory alone. ‘Damn...’ I tried to rid myself of those thoughts. I really, really did.
But...
I couldn’t. I was weak, and Otome was so incredibly lewd. She really loved them big, didn’t she? That thing was positively titanic. My penis, unfortunately, couldn’t compare to that thing. Then again, unrealistic standards.
My cock slowly sprung up to life. It still retained that dull post-nut throb. However, the moment I touched it, I knew that it wouldn’t take me long to cum.
And so I jerked off.
Again and again and again. Until my skin shaft burned from the strain. Until lesions appeared on the sensitive, reddened skin.
I must have emptied myself out on my bedsheets three times, at least.
I lay there, in the stillness of the night, feeling awful for what I had done. I had not only intruded upon Otome’s privacy, I had even jacked off to it. There was a special place for people like me in hell, I was sure of it.
‘Gosh... I’m so pathetic...’
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