Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1063: Yuko’s Moment of Horror

Tomiko also noticed my action, but didn’t think much of it. Her mind was already consumed, lost in a storm of thoughts that had been brewing since the moment she’d woken up that morning—since the moment she’d tasted me on her lips and felt the weight of her own desire.

Yuko, still flushed with embarrassment, let go of my cock in a hurry, her eyes darting away as if she couldn’t bear to face what she’d just done. But Tomiko barely registered it. She was too lost in her own world, her own shame, her own hunger.

Tomiko’s thoughts rang in my mind, a chaotic symphony of longing, guilt, and need:

[Tomiko... don’t think about it... Stop it... You can’t do that... But... I... Why can’t I control myself when I see Jack? Why does my body react like this? My pussy is still throbbing from this morning... I can still taste him... feel him... Why does the memory of his cock in my mouth make me so wet...?]

[Is it because he helped me deal with Daiki...? Because he stood up for me in the company...? Have I developed dependence on him...? Or is it something more... something darker...?]

[But it did feel good to be protected by him... My heart didn’t just flutter—it raced. When he protected me... When he wanted to kill Daiki because of me... That just... I guess that made me fall for him.]

[No one has ever cared for me like that. No one has ever made me feel so... alive. Even if, for Jack, it’s just love for his family or Oba-san... But I love him as a man... Not as a family member...]

[I want him. I want him so badly it hurts. I want to feel him inside me... stretching me... filling me... I want to hear him groan my name as he takes me...]

[But what if he finds out what I did when he was asleep? Will he find me disgusting? I’m an old woman... My body isn’t as tight as Haruna’s... My breasts sag a little... My skin isn’t as smooth... Who would want someone like me? And someone as handsome as Jack... He could have anyone. Why would he want me...?]

[But I want to tell him how much I love him... Even if it’s just for one night... I want to feel his hands on me... his mouth... his cock... I want to give myself to him completely...]

[I’m so pathetic... So desperate... But I can’t help it. Every time I see him, my body betrays me. My nipples get hard... my pussy gets wet... I can’t stop thinking about how he would feel inside me... How he would taste if I kissed him... How he would react if I touched him...]

[What if I just... reached out and touched him right now? What if I let my hand slide under the water and wrap it around his cock? Would he let me? Would he want me...?]

[But I can’t... I shouldn’t... He’s family... But he doesn’t see me as family... He sees me as a woman... I know he does... The way he looks at me sometimes... The way his eyes linger on my body...]

[I want to be brave... I want to tell him how I feel... But what if he rejects me? What if he laughs at me...? I couldn’t bear it...]

[But maybe... just maybe... he feels the same way... Maybe he wants me too...]

I glanced at Tomiko sideways and saw her face filled with concern, doubt, and a flicker of something darker—something hungry. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath shallow, as if she were fighting to keep her composure. ”Oba-san, are you okay?” I asked, my voice gentle but laced with curiosity.

Tomiko snapped back to reality, her thoughts so loud, so consuming, that she hadn’t heard me. ”What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide and unfocused.

I repeated, ”What were you thinking about so deeply? Are you worried about company affairs?”

Tomiko hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of the onsen as if she needed something to ground her. Her gaze flickered to me, then away, as if she were afraid to look too long. ”N-no... It’s nothing... Just... tired, I guess...” she lied, her voice trembling slightly.

But I could feel the truth in her thoughts—the raw, unfiltered desire she couldn’t hide from me. And it made my cock twitch with anticipation.

Yuko, sensing the tension, chimed in softly, ”Oba-san... you have to take care of yourself...”

Tomiko nodded absently, but then something in Yuko’s words snapped inside her. Her expression darkened, her voice sharp with sudden anger. ”You have no right to tell me that, Yuko... Because of you... because of you... everything is—”

I looked at Tomiko and saw the storm brewing in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking—Kasumi’s illness, the years of loneliness, the fear of being abandoned.

Tomiko’s anger wasn’t just about the past; it was about the pain of watching her sister suffer, of carrying the weight of Kasumi’s despair alone.

Yuko was taken aback, her own guilt and surprise flashing across her face. But she didn’t yet understand the depth of her mother’s suffering. ”I know, Oba-san... It’s my fault... that I went away... and you had to care for everything... I don’t know how hard it must have been for you all these years... But I promise I will make things right...”

Tomiko floated closer, her face now inches from Yuko’s, her voice breaking with emotion. ”How do you intend to make it right...? To make my sister suffer...? Do you know... how Kasumi has lived all these years...?”

”Do you know... she is ill...? She is afraid of losing you and Haruna... afraid of being alone...?” Her voice cracked, the pain of the words spilling out.

”I have taken her to many doctors... Many said she seems to have lost the will to live... She forced me not to tell you... How am I supposed to...?”