Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1127: Kasumi’s Dreamworld

”Ahh... not again...” Kasumi whispered under her breath, quickly pressing her palm between her legs over the kimono to stop the flow. The light pressure made her shiver.

She took another big gulp of cold water, some of it dripping down onto her cleavage. The cold liquid made her fat nipples stiffen even more painfully against the silk.

[But... it felt so comforting when he was close. His face nestled between my massive breasts... I almost wanted to pull him deeper. What kind of perverted old hag am I becoming? Haruna and Yuko would be disgusted if they knew their mother was getting wet thinking about their man...]

Kasumi’s hand lingered between her pressed thighs, subtly grinding against it for a moment before she caught herself and pulled it away in horror.

”No... stop it, Kasumi,” she muttered quietly, scolding herself. ”You are their mother. You are supposed to take care of them, not compete with them for Jack’s attention. Control yourself... You’re just an old woman with saggy tits and a greedy, dripping pussy. Jack deserves better than some horny widow lusting after him.”

Despite her words, Kasumi’s body betrayed her again. Another visible shiver ran through her mature frame as she squeezed her thick thighs together desperately, trying to suppress the growing, throbbing ache deep inside her hairy, soaked cunt.

A fresh gush of warm pussy juice leaked out, soaking into the thin silk of her kimono, the dampness spreading obscenely against her skin.

I remained invisible, my thick cock rock hard and twitching angrily from the sight of this elegant, voluptuous 50-year-old beauty slowly unraveling on the couch.

Her face was flushed crimson, her massive breasts heaving with every ragged breath, and her neglected, dripping pussy clearly desperate for the attention she refused to admit she craved.

Kasumi took one final, deep, shaky breath and stood up, her kimono clinging to her hard nipples. She adjusted the fabric with trembling fingers, but the outline of her swollen, sensitive buds was impossible to hide.

She started walking back toward the sleeping room, her thick thighs rubbing together with every step, as if trying to soothe the persistent itch between her legs.

I quickly moved ahead, turned off my invisibility, and lay down on my side, facing the spot where she would return.

Kasumi quietly entered, took a deep breath, and lay down. Seeing my face turned directly toward her, she turned over, now showing me her back. Her plump, mature ass was pointed toward me under the blanket, the fabric doing little to conceal the soft jiggle of her flesh.

I reached out with my Telepathy, gently pulling her into a deep, heavy sleep. Once she was under, I constructed a perfect replica dream world of the room—same futons, same dim lighting, everyone in their positions: Haruna and Yuko sleeping close by, Tomiko further away.

I transferred my consciousness into my dream-body and silently moved under the blanket from the bottom, crawling between Kasumi’s legs like a predator stalking its prey.

In the dream, Kasumi lay flat on her back, blanket up to her neck, wearing the same thin pink kimono. The fabric was so sheer that the dark shadows of her thick pubic bush and the glistening wetness of her pussy lips were faintly visible even in the dim light.

I untied the knot of her kimono with a single tug, parting the fabric to reveal her lush, thick pubic bush, the dark curls matted with her juices. Her swollen pussy lips peeked out from beneath, already glistening and trembling with need.

I roamed my fingers teasingly around her hairy mound, tracing the edges of her folds but never quite touching her slit. Kasumi moaned softly in her sleep, her lips parting slightly as a breathy, unconscious sigh escaped her. ”Hmm... mmmh...”

I pressed my nose against her thick pubic hair, inhaling deeply. Her scent was warm, musky, and intoxicatingly feminine—the kind of smell that made my cock throb painfully.

Then, I dragged my hot tongue slowly across her wet folds, savoring the taste of her arousal.

The instant my tongue touched her cunt, Kasumi’s eyes flew open wide in pure shock. She blinked rapidly, confusion and panic flooding her face as she realized what was happening.

”Wha—?! What is... what’s going on...?” she whispered in utter disbelief, her voice trembling.

She peeked under the blanket and saw my face buried between her spread thighs, my mouth pressed directly against her exposed, hairy pussy.

”Jack...?!” she exclaimed quietly, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in horror. Her eyes darted frantically to the side—Haruna and Yuko were sleeping peacefully right next to her, and Tomiko was sound asleep further away.

The realization that this was happening in the same room with her daughters and sister made her face burn with extreme embarrassment.

[This can’t be real... This has to be a nightmare... Jack is actually... licking me down there?! In front of everyone?!]

Her mind reeled in shock, but her body reacted instantly. A fresh wave of thick, warm juices gushed from her pussy, soaking my chin as I continued to lap at her.

”Aaahh...! Don’t... wait... Jack, this is wrong...!” Kasumi moaned breathlessly, her voice shaking with panic, shame, and unwanted pleasure.

She tried to pull back, but her hips twitched involuntarily, betraying her. ”This isn’t happening... I must still be asleep... Oh god, your tongue is really inside my... my pussy...!”

She quickly tried to cover her dripping cunt with one hand, but I kept licking around her fingers, making her tremble violently.

The wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth working against her sensitive flesh filled the air, and Kasumi’s face burned with humiliation.

”Jack... please stop... My daughters are right here... If they wake up... I’ll die from embarrassment... I’m their mother... an old woman in her 50s...”

”You can’t be doing this to me... Ahhn~!” Her voice was a whispered, desperate plea, but her hips lifted slightly, as if her body was begging for more despite her words.

I moved upward with feigned desperation, pouncing on her and pinning her down.

I grabbed her massive, heavy tits through the open kimono, the weight of them filling my palms as I squeezed gently. Then, I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth mixed with the saltiness of her shame.

Kasumi’s eyes went wide with shock, then glazed over in a daze. A long thread of saliva connected our lips as she finally pulled back, her face burning bright red.

”Jack... we shouldn’t do this... This is crazy... I’m your Oka-san... Haruna’s mother... This is so wrong...!” she whispered desperately, pushing weakly against my chest. Her massive breasts jiggled with every panicked breath, the thick, dark nipples stiff and aching for more attention.