Meeting Hoshoka Ch. 12

Gosh, it's been a while! Sorry for the delay following chapter 11, readers - real life has been a doozy lately, and just being able to make time to write has been challenging to say the least. I haven't forgotten about Hoshoka, Dave and Emily though, and most importantly, I haven't forgotten about you, dear readers! I always appreciate your feedback and responses and I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

***

I woke up to the feeling of Hoshoka rolling over in bed, her heavy breasts coming to rest on my chest. I shifted and stretched, and felt Hoshoka's hand slide over my crotch.

"Good morning, handsome," she purred sleepily. "Did you have fun yesterday?"

"Yesterday was amazing, Mama," I replied. As my eyes focused and adapted to the dim light of the morning sun filtering through the blinds, I saw a smaller hand sneak over Hoshoka's side and cup one of her tits possessively.

"Yesterday was so, so fucking good," Emily said from behind Hoshoka, gently massaging the wobbling softness of Hoshoka's breast.

Hoshoka giggled. "You two are ready for more already? I must be slipping in my old age! I would have guessed you'd both be too fucked from yesterday still."

"I don't know if my pussy is ready for more like yesterday," Emily admitted with a shy smile, "but I'm absolutely ready to snuggle both of you."

Hoshoka grinned at me.

"You hear that, sweet boy? I think I just heard an invitation to make an Emily-sandwich."

In one smooth motion, Hoshoka rolled over and wrapped her arms around Emily's midsection, then rolled back, carrying our new girlfriend as easily as a kitten to bring her to the middle of the bed. She hugged Emily tightly against her chest. I snuggled in close, Emily's plump ass pressed against my groin.

"Don't think I don't feel that hardon poking my ass," Emily said playfully.

"I guess we're just going to have to drain him a few more times," Hoshoka added, grinning mischievously.

"See?" I said, mock-seriously. "This is why I said I wasn't man enough to keep up with two beautiful women."

"You love it," Emily and Hoshoka replied in near-unison. They both broke down giggling and Hoshoka began to kiss her.

"We should at least eat something before we start fucking again," Emily said finally. I voiced my agreement to that, and Hoshoka nodded.

"I need a few thousand calories before I'm ready to breastfeed you two again," she admitted. Emily groaned.

"Mama, I think that might need to be a special occasion kind of thing," she said. "Like, I've never been so full that I've completely passed out like that before, and I'm a fat girl. I'm no stranger to overeating, but I feel like I'm actually fatter after last night."

"You two are both looking extra plump and fuckable this morning," Hoshoka said, giving one of Emily's love-handles a gentle squeeze. "I can't help being turned on at the thought of it, but I can save my milk for special occasions. How soon's your birthday?"

We all laughed.

"So, breakfast - fuck, Emily, do you need to get to work this morning?" Hoshoka said, sitting up abruptly.

"No, it's okay!" Emily reassured from between Hoshoka's fat tits. "I'm not working today."

Hoshoka relaxed, letting herself sink back into bed. "Oh good," she said, her golden eyes sparkling. "So Dave and I can have you all to ourselves today."

"Breakfast," I reminded her gently. Emily giggled.

"Would it be weird," Hoshoka began, "if I asked for breakfast from Tammy's? That sounds really good and I kind of want to eat doughnuts off Dave's cock with you. Can we do that?"

"Wait, what?" Emily asked, twisting around to look at me. "Eating doughnuts off your cock? Has she done that?"

I nodded. "Feels really amazing too."

"Wow," she replied. "God damn. That is some top tier fat girl shit. OK, I'm down to try this. Who's making the Tammy's run?"

"Dave can go," Hoshoka suggested, "and we can have a nice surprise waiting for him when he gets back?"

***

I showered, dressed, and made as fast a trip to Tammy's as I could - picking up Hoshoka's and my regular orders, plus Emily's requested sandwich and drink. On impulse I picked up an extra half-dozen doughnuts as well. We did, after all, have another mouth to feed.

Letting myself back in the house, I heard Hoshoka's hysterical laughter. I found her and Emily upstairs, drying off together after a shower.

"Sweet boy!" Hoshoka exclaimed as she saw me, letting her towel drop to the floor.

"You've been derelict in your duties, sweet boy," she scolded playfully. "All this time together and I'm only now learning the most beautiful and relevant word in the English language?"

"What word is that?" I asked, confused.

"Fupa!" Hoshoka giggled. "Foooooo-pah. Fat Upper Pussy Area."

She squeezed her own plump mound for emphasis. "Emily used it when we were in the shower together and had to explain what it meant to me. I love the sound of it and hells, what a perfect word for Mama, isn't it?"

I agreed that it was. Hoshoka sat back on the bed, legs splayed, one raised up on the mattress, showing off her luxurious curves. Emily quickly joined her, draping her chubby body over our beloved Oni's.

"You got the goods, hot stuff?" Emily asked with a smile. "You've got two very hungry women here..."

With a flourish I presented breakfast. Both of them clapped, and Hoshoka was quick to demand I strip down.

"Sandwiches first," I protested, my clothes already coming off. "Eat them while they're hot and then doughnuts."

"He has a point," Emily purred, snuggling up against Hoshoka's flank. Hoshoka acquiesced to this, and I distributed the sandwiches.

"You're feeling a lot less shy and more confident this morning," I said to Emily as we ate. She gave me a playful smirk.

"Hard to feel shy around the two people who gave you the best orgasms you've ever had," she replied with a laugh. Hoshoka snaked an arm around Emily's midsection.

"I helped with that," she said between bites. "Oni cum has that effect; my mother was taking it by the quart every time my father visited, and she walked around like she was the head of the village."

Emily's eyebrows went up. "So you fucked some self confidence into me?"

Hoshoka nodded, smiling sweetly. "Any time you're feeling low," she replied, "let me know and I'll give you a nice big load, set you right."

"About that," I asked, "So you can grow a cock and balls - you've been offering it to me for weeks, and now it's 100% on the menu. Can you fully change sex, or...?"

Hoshoka laughed. "You seem to forget that I'm a shapeshifter, sweet boy! Yes, I can present as male if I so desire, and gender's a bit more fluid for us than it is for mortals. Most of us feel more comfortable being mostly male or mostly female, and present as such; Remember, I spent the first thirty years of my life as a mortal woman, so I think I'm just naturally inclined to stay feminine. Plus, I like my tits and cunt too much to want to spend much time as masculine. But it's so deliciously erotic and just plain damn fun to grow a cock every once in a while and jerk off, spraying cum around like a man. Plenty of 'masculine' oni will give themselves a fat set of tits to play with while they masturbate, too."

"If I could have a dick at will," Emily said thoughtfully, "I'd stick it in so many things. I'd want to experience getting a blowjob and how different it is from having my pussy eaten, for sure, but like... I'd just fuck stuff to see how it feels."

Hoshoka's grin grew wider. "That's proper oni thinking right there, cupcake," she said, "I myself have fucked a variety of melons and other types of fruit at various times, just to see what it felt like."

We all laughed, and Hoshoka and Emily shared a kiss. "I want to explore that shapeshifting thing, Mama," she said, looking up into Hoshoka's golden eyes.

"You let me know what you want and I'll make it happen, cupcake," Hoshoka purred. "But first, I think we should explore these boxes of doughnuts and Dave's beautiful, delicious cock."

I was very quickly laid flat on my back, the girls discussing the merits of different doughnuts, how flavors would go together, and whether or not they might be able to stroke me hard enough to get a fourth doughnut onto my cock. I was rock hard through all of it.

At Emily's suggestion, a pair of denser cake doughnuts - chocolate glazed and cinnamon sugar powdered - were slid down my cock first, nestled at the base against my balls. Then, a lighter glazed doughnut was put above that.

"Some of the glaze will flake off," Emily said authoritatively, "but you can compress the doughnut a bit and I think we can get a second glazed doughnut on top of it."

"Let's try!" Hoshoka said gleefully. A second glazed doughnut was selected and gently pressed down on top of its sibling. Both girls gave a little cheer to see a fourth doughnut on my cock.

"Emily, cupcake, I think you should straddle Dave in a 69 position for this," Hoshoka said. "I want to be able to watch you enjoy this."

My cock twitched at the thought of this, bringing a laugh from both of the girls.

With mine and Hoshoka's help, Emily got on top of me, a little of her former shyness returning.

"Let me know if I'm too heavy," she told me, to which I reassured her she wouldn't be.

She lowered herself on to me, her shaved pussy nestled against my lips as she sprawled over my stomach.

I could feel the girls starting to explore my cock, hear them giggling as they nibbled the doughnuts away bite by bite, but Emily's spectacular, milk-white butt completely filled my field of view. I think Hoshoka took a bite of doughnut and then kissed Emily, using her tongue to transfer the bite to her mouth.

My hands were on Emily's butt, kneading and spreading her soft ass cheeks, as I gently and almost teasingly licked her pussy; I wanted to give her pleasure while she took care of my cock, but I didn't want to overwhelm her or distract her too much. Spreading her cheeks gave me a good view of her delicate pink butthole, and the urge to lick it was almost overwhelming; I restrained myself, wanting to have a conversation with her about it before rampaging right into anal play. Besides, eating her pussy was amazing in its own right; her labia were smaller and more tucked in than Hoshoka's, half-swallowed by her own gorgeously plump mound.

I heard Emily moan, and she shifted her weight slightly, pressing her pussy more firmly against my mouth.

"What a good boy," Hoshoka purred from somewhere below me. Raising her voice slightly to make sure I could hear her, she said, "Keep going, Dave, show her how fucking amazing that tongue of yours is!"

At this point I was vigorously eating Emily's pussy, completely unconcerned with my own cock; I was vaguely aware of the sensation of saliva and fresh air on my shaft, meaning the doughnuts were eaten, and suddenly a mouth - I guessed Emily's at the time, but couldn't be truly sure - engulfed my cock in its warmth and wetness. The blowjob was so sudden and so eager that it caused me to pause for a moment. We were locked in a mutual oral lovefest, both so enthusiastic it's like we were competing to see who could make the other cum first.

I heard Hoshoka moan, "That's my good cubs, give it just like I would," confirming that Emily was the one deep-throating my cock. Hoshoka's warm hands were on my thighs and I felt her long tongue sliding over my soaked balls. I moaned deep in Emily's pussy.

Hoshoka kissed and lapped over my balls and inner thighs, kissing her way up on to the root of my shaft as Emily pulled back to make room for her. Emily hummed around my cock as Hoshoka kissed her; I moaned and lapped more greedily at her soaked pussy in response, wrapping my arms around her soft hips to hold her steady. Before long, the seal of her lips around my cock broke, and I felt Hoshoka's powerful tongue dart in and coil around my shaft.

"Mmm, which one of us is getting your cum, Dave?" Emily said breathlessly, rocking her weight back onto my face playfully.

"I - fuck - I want you to share," I managed as she let me up for air.

Hoshoka started trying to say something, then stopped, unwrapped her tongue from around my cock, pulled it back into her mouth and started again.

"Cupcake, you should take his cum," she said playfully. "You can kiss me with a mouthful and we can have some fun with it together. What do you think?"

"Sounds hot, Mama! Let's do it!" Emily replied, wiggling against my mouth in emphasis.

Laying forward again, Emily began sucking my cock with renewed gusto, her head bobbing vigorously and her pussy dripping even more profusely. I moaned, feeling myself trembling as the pressure built in my balls and began to creep up my shaft.

"Let me show you something really hot, cupcake," Hoshoka purred. I felt her hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them apart. The tip of her tongue flicked against my asshole, then swirled more aggressively over it. In a moment, she began to push in, fucking me with her long, muscular tongue. I groaned, my legs shaking like a newborn fawn.

Emily lifted her head just long enough to grunt, "Oh, you dirty slut, Mama! I love it, give it to him," before resuming deep-throating me. The combined sensation of Emily's throat constricting around the head of my cock and Hoshoka's deep rimjob - no, tongue-fucking - was overpowering. I couldn't keep eating Emily's pussy, as much as I tried; all I could do was lay back, eyes rolled back in my head, gasping and whimpering as these two beautiful women milked my soul out through my cock.

Hoshoka's tongue jackhammered my prostate and I came so hard I saw stars. It felt like my cock just exploded entirely; somewhere distantly I sort of heard Emily cough and gag, taken by surprise by the eruption of jism and unprepared to swallow. But me, it felt like I'd been hit with a flashbang. I didn't even feel like I was inhabiting my body any more.

The room swam back into focus and after a moment I was able to lift my head without it spinning. Hoshoka was holding Emily at her shoulder like a baby, patting her on the back to help her burp up any mis-swallowed cum.

"That's it, cupcake, it's okay," she cooed. "You did very good, and there's no shame in being taken by surprise. Hells, I once had to wear an eyepatch because another oni thought it would be funny not to warn me before blasting me in the face with his spunk. You did great and Mama's proud of you."

She noticed I'd come back to my senses, and gave me a smirk as she shifted her hold on Emily to allow the smaller woman to see me too. Emily's face and chest were soaked with drool and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Well, well, well, Mr. Cum Cannon has woken up! You overwhelmed your sweet, innocent little nubile girlfriend with your huge load, mister. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" She almost managed to get through the whole thing before cracking a smile. Even Emily giggled a little bit as she sniffled and wiped her eyes.

I sat up shakily; my lower body was still in shock from the orgasm they'd delivered to me.

"Emily, babe, I am so sorry for that," I told her sincerely, "I didn't mean to blast you like that, honest! The two of you just overwhelmed me and I lost control... and possibly consciousness."

"Well, Emily, you've heard what the accused has to say in his defense," Hoshoka said, trying hard to resume mock-seriousness. "You're the aggrieved party here, what should his punishment be? You wanna peg him?" Both of them broke down giggling at that.

Emily tried to disguise stifling her laughter with her hand as wiping her mouth.

"Are you sure that would be a punishment for our sweet, handsome man?" She asked. "From what you've told me he's already started to learn a few new things about himself and after last night I think we've broken a lot of his inhibitions for good."

"Hmmm, I think you might be right about that," Hoshoka replied, giving Emily's plump butt a loving squeeze as she held her. "Fucking his hot ass might be seen as rewarding his absolutely criminal misbehavior! What else could we do with him?"

Emily grinned and stretched upwards to give Hoshoka a kiss.

"I think he should treat us to lunch and serve it to us in bed," she declared. "After all, he didn't mean to choke me with cum, so I can't be too hard on our sweet boy, can I?"

"No, you can't," I added with a smile.

"I guess you're right, cupcake," Hoshoka said, kissing Emily back. "You sure you don't want to just make him watch us fuck without being allowed to touch himself?"

"Mama, I think your tongue in his ass made sure he's not going to think about cumming again today."

***

It didn't take long for Emily to move in with us full time. We got her out of her lease and her stuff moved in the very next weekend after our first threesome, turning what had been the previous owner's porn cave into a nice bedroom for her.

Of special interest to Hoshoka was a certain hefty black duffel bag that Emily treated as if it was holding a dozen pounds of diamonds as she placed it on her bed.

"What's in here?" she asked, prodding the bag experimentally with a long, red finger. Emily blushed deeply.

"It's, um... it's my... my collection of sex toys," Emily admitted quietly, clutching the shoulder strap tightly.

"Ooh! Let me see!" Hoshoka exclaimed, almost tearing the bag in half in her excitement. Emily managed to squeak a little protest, but the zipper was already down.

"Oh... oh my..." Hoshoka said softly. "No wonder I wasn't too big for you last weekend... my adorable little cupcake is a little bit of a size queen, isn't she?" She pulled a long purple dildo out of the bag like she was drawing a sword and gave Emily the lewdest grin. Emily blushed deeper and pulled her shirt up to try and hide her face in the collar.

"Emily, my love, I'm going to have to respectfully ask that you use some of these on me," Hoshoka said, still grinning. "The last sex toy I owned was carved out of wood and these look much, much nicer... OH! Oh-ho-ho-ho, cupcake, my dirty girl! I know what this is!"

Hoshoka held a floppy, pink-and-black marbled toy in her hands. It was easily a foot and a half long and as thick as my wrist, with a broad, flat head, the anatomy distinctly inhuman. Emily squeaked again and tried to make a grab for the dildo, but Hoshoka simply booped her on the nose with the head of it before raising it up out of reach.

"A horse cock, my love?" Hoshoka asked, gleefully incredulous. "I really was born 800 years too early! This is a wonderfully permissive age if a girl can get herself a stallion to keep in her nightstand!"

"Before I got really into oni I had a thing for centaur erotica," Emily said, hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment. "And I wanted to try it out..."

Hoshoka giggled and put the dildo down on Emily's bed, sweeping the smaller woman up in a hug and kissing her deeply.

"My sweet little cupcake," she said between kisses, "I have done unholy things in service to my greedy, hungry cunt, and I did them with pride and joy and I will continue to do anything and everything for pleasure. And I will always, always, always encourage you and Dave to do the same!"

She gently placed Emily back on her feet.

"Besides," she added, "I can always give myself a fat horse cock like that to fuck you with! You just say the word!"

Emily's eyes went wide at the idea.

"We might have to try that..." she muttered, half to herself.

"In the meantime, can we try some of these out together? Would you be okay with that?" Hoshoka asked hopefully. Emily took a deep breath and looked up at the giant oni.

"I would love to, Mama," she said with a smile.

As much as I wanted to stay and enjoy that show, I had a class I had to get to. Hoshoka was adamant about me not skipping classes, so I excused myself and promised to be back later.

***

When I got back, I found Hoshoka and Emily sprawled across the couch together, wearing T-shirts but no bottoms, holding ice packs on their laps. Hoshoka's hair was frizzed out and she had a thousand yard stare.

"The magic wand had too much magic in it," she said when she realized I'd gotten home. "Eleven orgasms in the first 15 minutes."

"She wouldn't let me take it off her clit for 45 minutes," Emily added absently.

"It was too good to stop," Hoshoka replied, smiling faintly.

"Honestly, Mama, I thought you were going to burn out the motor." Emily stirred, shifting position to prop herself up more. "Dave," she said, her eyes still a little unfocused, "I will suck your dick until you forget how to walk if you wash the sheets for us before bed tonight. There was... a lot of squirting..."

I laughed and kissed both of them, promising Emily I'd wash the sheets.

"Let me order dinner for both of you as well... and some Gatorade." I told them. Hoshoka smiled and winced.

"My clit is too abused right now for you to be saying things that sexy to me, young man," she said weakly. "Fuuuuuuuuuck. The last time I came like this... was right after I met Mama Meirin. She took me home and made me cum nonstop for nine straight days."

"God damn, Mama, you must have a pussy of steel. I really overdid it today," Emily groaned. "Worth it though."

I sat down with these two gorgeous, overfucked women and placed a ChowDash order for enough Chinese to feed a family of six. I then placed a second order with a nearby convenience store for a half dozen bottles of Gatorade - Hoshoka requested light blue, and Emily wanted orange. With those on their way, I got each of them a fresh ice pack wrapped in a clean towel, bringing a chorus of gratitude and love my way.

Then, I tackled the bedroom. Emily was right - there had been a lot of squirting. The fitted and flat sheets on the bed Hoshoka and I had been sharing for months were both completely soaked, as was the thin blanket over top. I was glad the comforter had gotten piled up on the chair in the corner this morning and thus remained dry. There were also a half dozen puddles of slickness on the floor - enough to require two towels to mop up. I opened the windows while I was at it; the room smelled even more strongly of sex than it usually did, and I figured it could use some airing out.

I dumped the towels and bedding into a laundry basket to take downstairs. The wand vibrator and assortment of brightly colored, supersized monster dildos, all of them tacky with drying lube and bodily fluids, I gathered up and deposited in the bathroom sink for the moment. I'd get those washed once the laundry was going, I decided.

Once everything was in the washing machine and running, the Gatorade was delivered, followed shortly thereafter by the Chinese food. I brought everything in and laid out a spread on the kitchen table.

"I fucking love you," Hoshoka told me as she scooped some pork lo mein into a bowl and spread some General Tso's chicken over top.

"And I really fucking love you," Emily said with a smile, helping herself to some fried rice and a pair of egg rolls.

I loaded my own plate with some fried rice and Mongolian beef before settling on to the couch between the two of them.

"I love you both so much," I told them as we dug in, "And I love doing things like this for you. Um, bedding is all in the washer now, once we're done here I figured I'd get your toys washed for you? That cool?"

They both looked at me, stars in their eyes.

"Mama, if you don't marry this man, I'm going to," Emily said brightly, giving me kiss on the cheek.

"I really fucking lucked out with you, sweet boy," Hoshoka said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Seriously, where the fuck did you come from? I didn't know men could be this thoughtful!"

"You're too good to be true," Emily added.

"So get ready to be cherished and loved like never before," Hoshoka said, giggling slightly.

"Once my pussy recovers," Emily said, slightly ruefully. Hoshoka made a noise of agreement as she took a long swig of her second bottle of Gatorade.

"Asses are still ready for business though," Hoshoka replied, quirking an eyebrow at both of us. I gave Emily a look as well.

She sighed. "You two are gonna have to be real nice to me and prep me good if you wanna fuck me in the butt," she told Hoshoka and I.

Hoshoka reached out and cupped Emily's face in her hand. "Cupcake," she said, "I'd eat your luscious ass for as long as you can take."

"That's what I'm afraid of!" Emily said, and we all burst out laughing.

Once we finished eating, I ran downstairs and swapped over laundry to the dryer. Hoshoka carried Emily up to her own bedroom, and the two of them cuddled peacefully while I washed Emily's collection of dildos. In addition to the wand vibrator, the two of them had explored five different toys with each other; I caught faint whiffs of Hoshoka's heady scent mixed with Emily's lighter, sweeter natural perfume. All of these were probably 10-12 inches long and girthy to match. It'd be enough to give a lesser man a complex, I thought to myself. Fortunately the girls both seemed very happy with what I was sporting, and I didn't feel threatened by the collection of knotted and highly-textured silicone cocks in front of me. With a grin, I arranged the toys neatly on a folded towel, sorted by size. I figured whichever one of the girls saw it first would get a good laugh out of that.

Finally, the sheets were done in the dryer. As I was putting the fitted sheet back on our mattress, Hoshoka padded almost silently into our bedroom and gave me a tender hug from behind.

"Thank you for all you do for me, sweet boy. All you do for all of us." She said softly, nuzzling the top of my head.

"What brought this on?" I asked.

"Because Emily and I spent the afternoon masturbating ourselves stupid, and you didn't chide us for overdoing it. You made sure we were fed, and had drinks, and that we have a clean, fresh bed to sleep in tonight. That means a lot, sweet boy. You're very good to us, and we love you for it."

She paused, and kissed the top of my head.

"Emily passed out almost as soon as I got her into bed. I... forgot that she doesn't have my... resilience," she said, kissing me again every few words.

"But I can be all yours tonight, sweet boy, to say thank you for being such a thoughtful, generous lover..."

She turned me around and bent low to bring her warm lips against mine. I looked up into her golden eyes.

"So... how would my sweet boy like to be thanked?"

My cock throbbed at the smoky tones of her voice.

"I feel like we should go easy on you," I told her. "Your cunt's taken a lot already today. I saw the toys Emily used on you..."

It's hard to tell given her normal scarlet coloration, but Hoshoka blushed at that comment.

"You know what we haven't done in a while?" I asked. "Tittyfucking. Could we lube up your tits and squeeze them around me?"

Hoshoka broke into a wide smile, her tusks gleaming.

"If that's what my sweet boy would like, then that's what he's going to get!" She kissed me again and pulled her T-shirt off, letting her heavy breasts flop free. She wiggled for me, making them swing back and forth, her thick dark nipples already erect.

"Lube gets tacky too fast," she said, half to herself, as she knelt and undid my pants, tugging them down to the floor and helping me step out of them.

"And I think Emily and I just about drained the bottle of lube on my nightstand today... any opposition to using baby oil?" She picked up a 2/3rds full bottle of baby oil off our dresser and gently shook it in my direction, letting the clear fluid slosh back and forth.

"That sounds perfect," I said, my cock throbbing to full mast.

Hoshoka smiled at my erection. "You always look so good," she said softly. "Okay, sweet boy, sit down on the edge of the bed."

I did as she directed, and she knelt in front of me, her face all smiles. She hefted her breasts in her hands (we weighed them at one point, just for laughs - they're 16 pounds apiece), and dropped them in my lap.

"You like those fat tits, sweet boy? All that weight and heat engulfing your cock?" She purred.

"Oh god yes, I love them," I told her, making her smile even wider.

She handed me the bottle of baby oil.

"You use however much you want, sweet boy," she told me. "Let's get nice and slippery together."

Uncapping the bottle, I started with a liberal drizzle of oil over the tops of both breasts, pouring it more aggressively into the deep valley between them. Hoshoka giggled as the oil flowed over her bright crimson skin. I admired the way her huge, soft breasts gleamed in the light.

"That feels really nice already... why don't you give me the bottle and put those hands to work spreading the oil around? Get Mama's tits nice and slick... that's my good boy..." She took the bottle from me and closed it, and I turned my attention to massaging the biggest handfuls of boobage I could manage.

"That's it... mmm, can my handsome, wonderful man get a good enough hold to squeeze those slippery tits around his fat cock?" She grinned, rubbing her hands up and down my thighs.

I could. My oil-slicked cock was completely engulfed in Hoshoka's cleavage, hidden from view once her breasts were squeezed together. Hoshoka placed her hands on top of mine, and began gently working her breasts up and down around my cock.

"You feel so good," I murmured, my eyes drifting closed as I just enjoyed the feel of her body heat and the oil on my cock.

"So do you, sweet boy," she said lightly. "I love feeling your hard cock against my soft fatness... my tits... my belly... my ass... my foooooo-pah." She giggled. "I love knowing that I'm making you so hard..."

"You're incredible, Mama," I told her, "Just pure sex, every inch of you..." She began pumping her breasts up and down a little faster, the head of my cock just peeking out of her cleavage a little as she pressed low against my thighs at the bottom of each stroke.

"I could say the same about you," Hoshoka purred. "So open-minded, so adventurous, so fucking good at pleasuring your Mama... you're a better fuck than any Oni male I ever met... I love your eagerness to take care of me... your thoughtfulness... it makes it such a treat to pleasure you in return... do Mama's fat, oily tits feel good, sweet boy?" She squeezed them tighter around me.

"They do, Mama, they feel so good on my cock," I moaned. She increased the pace, pumping me faster between her tits. My balls were starting to tighten.

"Mmm, Mama, you're going to make me cum," I warned her. I could hear the satisfied smirk in her voice as she replied.

"So cum for Mama, sweet boy," she said. "It's not like I'm waiting for you to hurry up and finish or anything, and there's no prize for holding out. Mama's here to take care of you, to make you feel loved and cherished, and to empty those delicious fucking balls of yours. Wouldn't you just love cumming for Mama?"

Before I could even tell her yes, the heat and pressure rippled up my cock and, moaning her name, I came, my pearly cum pooling between her tits, mixing with the oil and running in all directions.

"That's Mama's good boy, get all that sexy cum out for me..." she purred, continuing to pump my cock until she was sure I was completely emptied out. Spent, I flopped back against the bed. Hoshoka rose to her feet; as soon as she wasn't holding her breasts together, the mixture of oil and cum poured down her breasts and belly, making little rivulets over her divine curves.

"What a lovely mess my sweet boy has made for me," she said happily. "Let me get us cleaned up, and we can cuddle?"

I agreed, and she mopped the mess off my stomach with a towel before wiping herself clean.

"We'll take a good shower together tomorrow and get the rest," she said as she climbed into bed next to me, spooning up behind me and pressing her soft body against my back. She draped one arm over me, her hand idly caressing my stomach.

"It's been so lovely having Emily join us," she said drowsily. "Thank you for letting me have her, sweet boy."

I chuckled. "It's not like I haven't enjoyed every minute of it too, Mama. I'm really glad this is working so well for all three of us."

Hoshoka's only response was a low, gentle snore against my back. Before long, I was asleep as well.