"This is the last one... right?"
In the dining kitchen, Tomoe puts the last bottle of juice in the fridge.
Just now, the girls had returned home from shopping, and they all carried their belongings from the wagon to the kitchen.
Afterwards, while everyone returned to their rooms, Tomoe was busy sorting out the snacks and juice.
"Sorry Tomoe, I made you take on this even though you must be tired."
"No, it's nothing. In fact, please rely on me as much as you like."
Akira, Tomoe's father-in-law, sitting in a dining chair, congratulates Tomoe.
He said that he had made her take on the work, but in reality, Tomoe volunteered.
Her actions were the result of her honestly following her feelings, wanting to help her family even if only a little, and to be relied on.
"She's always been like that, but she's really a great person... We're so lucky to have Tomoe as family."
The woman sitting next to Akira and praising Tomoe is her mother-in-law, Kazuko.
She's 69 years old and looks her age, but everyone who sees her thinks she must have been beautiful before she got older.
She's also one of the women Tomoe secretly admires.
While the group was out, Kazuko had returned from working in the fields.
"But... I'm the one who's happy to be a part of the Three Gods."
"That's good. But if you have any complaints about your mother-in-law, I'll be happy to talk to you about it anytime."
"Well, I'm sorry... Tomoe, be careful of this guy's insensitive remarks, even though it's a little late now."
The playfulness of the elderly couple gives Tomoe a glimpse of their eternal love that will never be apart.
Everyone thinks they are the ideal couple, and to be with Takuma forever like them is the theme of her life.
As she daydreams, Akira glances at the clock on the wall, stands up from his chair, and starts moving towards the refrigerator where Tomoe is.
"Well, shall we go now?"
"Oh... Are you going out somewhere, father-in-law?"
"It's going to be noisy for the next few days. Please give us some as an apology to the neighbors."
Saying this, Akira opens the refrigerator and takes out some things wrapped in bamboo skin, which are probably meat.
"In that case, I'll take your place..."
"I'm always depending on Tomoe. It's about time you took a break."
"Really...? You can work me harder as your daughter-in-law, can you?"
Akira and Kazuko have known Tomoe for a long time.
They should understand that Tomoe is a woman who finds joy in working for her family.
"No, I think you should help me out after all. Can you take it to Sera's house in the back? I'll take care of the rest."
"Sera... I get it delivered."
"Thank you. Sera is about the same age as us, but his wife passed away a few years ago... We're really worried about her."
Wako puts the meat in a small insulated bag she took out from the kitchen and hands it to Tomoe.
"This is your favorite beef. Thank you."
After replying, Tomoe leaves the dining room.
As they walk down the wooden corridor, a large hall with a Buddhist altar appears on the right.
A few hours ago, the place was bustling with relatives, but now it is deserted.
This was because the bathroom in this house was not big enough for everyone to take a bath, so many of them headed to a nearby public bath.
However, the old men were already drinking and smoking, and had no interest in taking a bath.
(It's meat, so we have to hurry...)
As they reached the front door, pouring rain awaited them through the screen door.
The light rain that had started falling while they were returning home from the shopping mall had turned into a downpour after they arrived home.
(I wonder if the people who went to the public bath are okay...? I hope they can come back...)
They put on heeled sandals and borrowed a plastic umbrella from the umbrella stand.
As they pulled back the screen door and took a step, the large raindrops that hit the roof splashed on Tomoe's skin, lightly wetting her skin.
(It feels a bit like a spray bottle, but we're still going to get wet. Let's hurry.)
Putting up an umbrella, she carefully and quickly walks down the unstable gravel path in heeled sandals.
The sound of the rain echoing from the vast rice fields and the plastic umbrella is so loud that it drowns out all other sounds, but Tomoe doesn't find it unpleasant; rather, she finds it comfortable, different from the city.
(This feeling is nice. Even though the sound of the rain should be loud, it feels somehow calm... although she hates getting wet.)
The ground changes from gravel to asphalt.
If you continue around to the back of Mikami's property, you'll soon reach your destination.
The home of Mr. Sera, who owns a rice field in front of his house, is a very fine Japanese house.
Walking down the path beside the rice field that leads to the front door, Tomoe rings the intercom once.
(I've never met Mr. Sera before... I'm a little nervous...)
It's been over ten years since Tomoe changed her surname to Mikami, but she has still not met Mr. Sera.
She stiffens her expression slightly, afraid that she might be blamed for not even greeting him properly.
"Yes, yes... hmm? Who is it? Anyway, come in here."
Just like the Mikami residence, the entrance only has a single screen door, and the old man's figure and slightly raspy voice are easily recognizable.
The man, who is likely Mr. Sera himself, looks appropriate for someone in his 70s, but he isn't bent over and gives the impression of being quite healthy.
Taking advantage of the man's words, Tomoe folds up her umbrella and steps into the entrance.
"Excuse me. I'm Tomoe, wife of Mikami's Takuma."
"Oh Takuma... he married such an incredible beauty..."
"I'm sorry for the delay in introducing myself..."
"There's nothing to be worried about. I'm actually glad you took the trouble to come here. Come on in."
"Ah... but I'm afraid I'm intruding..."
"That can't be. If it's not a bother, please do drop by."
Relieved by Mr. Sera's gentle personality, I took him up on his offer and entered his home.
I was guided to a tatami-floored living room of about 8 tatami mats on the right hand side just after entering the entrance.
It was a typical living room with a TV and a table.
"Please sit down. Would you like the tea...cold? Of course, don't be shy."
"Thank you. But first, let me have this..."
He takes out a package from the cooler bag and gives it to Sera.
"It's from my father-in-law, Akira. Mikami's relatives have been making a lot of noise for a few days, so..."
"Yeah, I've heard about it. It's nothing to worry about, but Akira is a very honest person. I'm grateful that he keeps giving me his favorite foods."
It seems that he's been given the same thing many times, and Sera was able to tell that the contents were his favorite food just by looking at the package.
Mikagami and Sera seem to get along well with their neighbors.
"Thank you so much, tell Akira."
"Yes, I'll pass it on."
Saying that, Sera disappears into a different corridor from the entrance.
The living room is very quiet with the TV off, and the sound of the rain outside can be clearly heard.
(I'm glad she's a kind person. I guess it can't be helped if someone looks at my breasts. There are almost no people who don't look.)
All men are fixated on Tomoe's chest.
The tight-fitting white sleeveless summer knit clearly emphasizes her huge breasts that protrude forward, making the shape and size of her breasts a powerful sight.
Tomoe noticed that Sera was glancing at her J-cup breasts, which were full of pheromones.
(I'll talk for a bit and then leave at a good time... I guess that's okay. I have things to do at home.)
While he was thinking alone, Sera came back to the living room with two glasses in hand.
Thanks for the meal and sipped the ice-cold barley tea.
The refreshing feeling brought some comfort to Tomoe, who felt the unpleasant humidity of the room.
"I wonder how Takuma is doing? I haven't seen him in a while, so I wonder how he's doing."
"Yeah, he's just as healthy as ever."
"That's good. He's over forty now, isn't he? He married a much younger woman..."
"Hehe...thank you. But I'm 41, just like my husband."
"Oh...that's surprising. Takuma is lucky..."
Even as they continued their harmless conversation, she could feel his gaze on her chest.
But to Tomoe, Sera's gaze was not something she should blame her for, it was just something she took for granted.
After enduring men's lewd gazes for decades, she found Sera's glances cute.
"Mikami-san's place is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
"What? Is something wrong?"
"Yeah... my shoulders have been hurting lately... when I was married, he used to give me massages a lot."
Tomoe had heard that Sera's wife had passed away a few years ago.
Tomoe would find it hard to bear the fact that her partner had died and she was left alone.
"Um... if you don't mind, I'll do it for you."
"I'd appreciate it, but... I can't just take advantage of a woman who doesn't live here..."
"Please don't be shy, we're neighbors after all."
"Really...? Well, I'll ask you to do it. I'll lie down instead of sitting."
Tomoe moved over to Sera's side, who was lying face down, and started massaging her shoulder blades.
As she's not an expert, she was unfamiliar with some parts, but she massaged Sera's shoulders in a way that was well-received by her husband.
"Ohhh... it feels good..."
"Does it hurt... or not?"
"Just right... ohhh..."
Tomoe massages Sera from the side as she lies face down, searching for the perfect amount of pressure that is neither too strong nor too weak, and ends up in a position with one leg in seiza position and the other knee raised.
As a result, her knee-length floral skirt is lifted up by her knee, revealing her own panties.
Sera doesn't miss this sudden stroke of good fortune, and the sight is so attractive that she stares at the inside of Tomoe's skirt.
"But it's impressive..."
"Hehe... hmm... do you like it?"
"It's wonderful, Mrs.... ohhh...♡"
"That's good... haah... please enjoy it more... hmm..."
The underwear Tomoe is currently wearing is pink side-string panties.
Sera couldn't see the back lace, which exposed her buttocks, but even with just a little lace on the front, it was clear that it was sexier and more erotic than regular underwear.
Because of the position she was in, the panties were pressed tightly against Tomoe's crotch, highlighting the bulge of her mound, a feature unique to women.
"Well... I can really see the shape of your...♡"
"Hmm... the shape of... your fingers... ah... huh?"
"Ah, ah... of course... I just wanted to tell you how good you are..."
"Thank you... hmm..."
Tomoe didn't realize that she was showing off her panties, and ignored the fact that he was complimenting the shape of her crotch.
Furthermore, her sweet sighs as she strained her arms also became a form of sexual service to the old man in front of her.
"So this is what paradise is... oh... I might as well go to the other world like this..."
"That's... such an inauspicious thing to say..."
"I'm just kidding... haa... but it's true that I feel like I'm in heaven. Everything in front of me is pink... it feels like it's dyed pink."
"Pink... is it...?"
"Oh, what a fascinating sight... let me enjoy it for a little longer... hoho♡"
"Oh... take your time... hmmm... look at it..."
She had no intention of showing her underwear to any man. Although she was unaware of it, she agreed to let a man other than her husband see it in public.
The woman should have been able to guess the color, but she continued with the massage.
"I think you have a son, right? Akira told me."
"Yes... he's already in high school..."
"Oh, a high school student... I can't believe you have a grown child... Oh... there are so many things♡"
"I'm so... happy..."
"But at the same time, I'm worried..."
"W-worried...?"
Sera, who never took her eyes off Tomoe's panties, continued.
"Ma'am... are you getting along well with Takuma...?"
"Eh, well... we couldn't get any better... hmmm..."
"Really? If so, that's fine... but I'm afraid I was wondering if your wife was having an affair with a male relative..."
"No way! I wouldn't do that... that's impossible!"
"I'm sorry for doubting you, I'm sorry..."
Tomoe couldn't understand the true meaning of Sera's sudden statement.
Did she do something wrong? Did she fall short in some way? All sorts of speculations ran through her head.
"Why... did you think that...?"
"Well, your wife's underwear was so impressive, I thought it was for a man..."
"Huh?"
Tomoe looked towards Sera's head at his unexpected words.
He follows Sera's gaze and sees it heading towards the inside of her now exposed skirt.
He ruminates the fact in his mind... and finally realises. A man other than his husband has seen her underwear.
"Ahhh!!!"
He immediately stops the massage and pulls down the hem of her skirt with both hands.
His face turns red with embarrassment, giving the cool girl a cute look.
"Sorry, it seems I was just being nasty. If you're a happy couple, there's nothing I can say."
"... Yes, yes..."
"I thought for a long time about when to point it out. I should have said something sooner, I'm so sorry..."
To Tomoe, Sera's statement is nothing more than an admission that she's seen her lower body, including her underwear, for a long time.
He has a negative impression of the old man who behaves like a gentleman while standing up.
(I'm at fault, but... ah... I've been seen again...)
Tomoe, who loves her husband, thinks that she never wants to show anyone even her underwear.
It's her love that makes her feel guilty.
"Um... I'll be off now."
"Hmm, I see..."
Announcing her departure, she goes to the entrance with Sera.
Just as she puts on her sandals and picks up her umbrella, there's a loud clang and the screen door to the entrance is swung open.
"Grandpa! I'm here to play!"
"Haruki... You've come at this time of night?"
A boy who looks a little mischievous, about fifth grade, appears.
The boy called Haruki looks at Tomoe as he folds his umbrella.
"Hey, who's that girl?"
"I'm... Tomoe. I came from the city to visit Mikami's house."
"Wow, she's so pretty."
"Thank you so much... um, are you her granddaughter?"
"No, she's a girl from the neighborhood. She comes over to visit us often."
Tomoe turned towards Sera to ask a question, but she didn't realize what was happening behind her.
She failed to notice that the boy was grabbing the hem of her skirt with both hands.
"Hehe... that's it!!"
The boy stood up vigorously and raised both hands high into the air.
Naturally, Tomoe's skirt defied gravity, exposing the lower half of her body.
"Ohhhhh♡♡♡"
"Wow, my panties are see-through, I can see my ass."
Sera in front of him gets a more extreme view of her panties than before, while the boy behind her gets a view of her sexy adult panties with back lace.
Combined with Tomoe's long legs, the eroticism is incredible.
The boy in particular gets a good look at her big, firm, shapely ass and its crack through the see-through fabric, and unwillingly gets to learn about the body of an adult woman.
"What?! Hey, wait!"
"Hehe~ I saw your panties~"
"That's not right! You're doing something horrible to a woman!"
"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry."
As soon as she puts her skirt back on and turns to face the smiling boy, she gives him a light lecture.
Tomoe was a good person, correcting mistakes even if it was someone else's child.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Haruki. Seriously... I can't believe you're causing trouble for someone else. Anyway, you should go home now. Isn't dinner coming soon?"
"Ah... In that case, should I take the child home? It's raining heavily, so it would be safer."
"... I guess so. Sorry, but could you do that?"
Tomoe seemed to have let go of the incident just before, thinking it was just a child's prank.
As for the boy, after listening to their conversation, for some reason he put his own umbrella in the umbrella stand next to him.
"I'm fine with sharing an umbrella with you, big sister."
"Okay. Then I'll put up the umbrella, so you two can go in together. Well then... excuse me."
"Oh, come back again. Haruki, don't cause any trouble."
She opened her plastic umbrella and left the Sera residence with Haruki.
"Where is Haruki's house?"
"Let's walk a little way over there."
Haruki pointed in the direction beyond the Sera residence.
The two of them walked along the narrow asphalt path.
"Hey, how old is your sister?"
"Me? I'm 41."
"Really? You're older than my mom, but you're prettier than my mom."
"Oh...thanks. But I feel a bit embarrassed when people call me sister, so I'd be happy if you called me aunt."
"Okay, I understand."
The two of them talk close together, trying not to get wet in the rain.
Someone watching from the sidelines might mistake them for parent and child.
(Well, but...Kyousuke was cuter as a child.)
She was also a bit of a doting parent.
"Hey, why are you wearing see-through panties like that?"
"You shouldn't bring up that kind of topic with a woman you've just met."
"But I'm curious. My mom doesn't have panties like that, and neither does your homeroom teacher, Mr. Yano, or Yu-kun's mother..."
"What? Wait a minute...!"
Tomoe couldn't believe what Haruki said, so she stopped him and stopped walking herself.
If what the boy said was true, then he had seen the underwear of his homeroom teacher and a woman who was probably his friend's mother.
If it was an accident, that would be one thing, but if it was a deliberate act like what he did to Tomoe earlier, Tomoe wouldn't let it pass.
"Um... have you ever seen the... underwear of the teacher and your friend's mother?"
"Yeah, I've seen it many times. Just like I did with the old lady earlier."
(So there are still kids who flip up girls' skirts nowadays...)
Tomoe recalls how she and her classmates were the victims of skirt-flips by boys when she was a child.
As time went on, she assumed that boys like that had become extinct, so she is shocked by the actions of Haruki, a modern boy.
"If I did something like that, the women around me would get angry, right? Like my classmates..."
"I wouldn't do that with the girls in my class, only with grown women. I think the teacher would get pretty angry... but Yuu-kun's mom would just say something nice."
"Only adults... why?"
"Well, grown women's panties are sexy, right? I want to see grown women's panties."
Haruki's skirt-lifting isn't just a prank, it seems like he's letting his youthful sexual urges take over.
It's pretty precocious for an elementary school boy to be interested in grown women.
"I think the teacher wears mostly white or light blue... Yuu-kun's mother wears mostly pink or black. Compared to the teacher's panties, Yuu-kun's mother's panties are a little more mature, flashy, and erotic."
"Hey, what are you doing, kid..."
"But the most erotic panties I've ever seen are my aunt's panties. They're pink, with narrow sides that show her butt. Why are you wearing such erotic panties?"
"You shouldn't ask women questions like that..."
The reason Tomoe wears the sexy underwear she bought for her husband Takuma on a daily basis is because she thinks that no matter how risqué the underwear is, it's just underwear as long as it's not shown to anyone.
As long as it doesn't involve Takuma, it doesn't matter what kind of underwear she wears.
That's the standard she uses when choosing underwear from her closet, and when buying new ones, she is so thorough that she carefully selects them.
"You're a boy, so it can't be helped that you want to see naughty things, but... you know what you're doing might make a girl sad?"
"My teacher told me something similar... I'll think about it."
"Think about it... ah..."
Worried that this boy might one day become a sex offender, he continued walking again.
"Hey, hey, your boobs are really big, aren't they? Tell me what cup size they are~"
"I won't tell you. No woman would tell a boy she's not even close to that kind of thing."
"That's fine, tell me~. I'm sure Yuu-kun's mom... wrote an F on a bra in the laundry. But your boobs are way bigger than that."
"If it's not okay, then it's not okay. Also, it's forbidden to stare at a woman's breasts that much."
"Why? If they're that big, I can't help but look... They stick out when I look at them from the side, and they bounce up and down when I walk..."
Tomoe's knitted huge boobs bounce up and down when she walks. Haruki is curious and fixates on the symbol of motherhood as it rampages.
It's just a child's gaze, but there is a definite lust in it, and he showers Tomoe with an unbearable sense of embarrassment.
(This is bad... I can't break up now...)
She laments the fact that she only has one umbrella, but it doesn't solve anything.
She must endure the boy's gaze and complete the mission quickly.
"Please, Auntie, let me touch your breasts~"
"Ahh... Haruki-kun, I'm married, you know? I have a husband and a son who's in high school. You shouldn't do that to people outside of your family."
"Ehhh... Ehhh!"
"Ahhh!! Haruki-kun!!"
"Wow... you're really naughty... a grown woman's panties... haa haa..."
Tomoe, with an umbrella in her right hand and a cooler bag in her left, is unable to react to the sudden lifting of her skirt, revealing her second panties.
Tomoe's panties, which are no exaggeration to call erotic underwear to a child, will surely strike a chord with Haruki.
"N-no, stop messing around—"
"Ah, Auntie, let's take a rest over there. It's my favorite spot."
"H-Haruki?! Don't jump out, you'll get wet...!!"
Suddenly, Haruki left Tomoe's side and ran off, not minding getting wet in the rain.
A narrow road surrounded by old houses with large land areas, a vending machine stood alone in one corner. Next to it was a space like a locals' rest area with walls made of concrete blocks, and Haruki quickly ran in there.
Tomoe arrived a little later, and slowly moved over to where Haruki was sitting on the bench provided, folding her umbrella as she went.
"You're not that wet... That's a relief. ...But it's not okay to go ahead without an umbrella..."
"Hehe... I'm so sorry."
"Really... Besides, aren't you almost home? Your parents will get worried if you don't get home soon."
"Oh, that's fine. I want to stay with you more."
The space is so small that it would be too tight for several people to fit in, but the tin roof makes it perfect for sheltering from the rain.
If Haruki was going to throw a tantrum here, a slight delay would be unavoidable.
"Hey, Auntie, can you jump here a few times?"
"Huh... why? Is there some reason for it?"
"Yeah, there is. So please... please..."
"W-wait, kids don't do that...!"
Though suspicious of the mysterious request, which sounds like a typical mugger's phrase, Tomoe reluctantly accepts his request in order to stop Haruki, who has even started to kneel down.
While still wearing her sandals, she repeatedly jumps on her toes, and her bouncy, soft J-cup breasts go wild in front of the boy, bouncing and jiggling.
The way they sway varies depending on the degree of their jumps, and when they bounce up and down, the left and right breasts move independently in circles, and even through the knitwear, the movements of their breasts are endless.
However, one thing they all had in common was that all of the shaking was far too obscene.
The swaying of the breasts of a ripe adult woman. Haruki was engrossed in this sight that was not appropriate for an elementary school boy to see.
"This lady's breasts are incredible... they're shaking like I've never seen anything like it before..."
"..."
"Ah, why are you stopping?"
When Tomoe found out what Haruki's purpose was, it was only natural that she would stop him.
She stared at the boy in front of her with an astonished expression.
"Well then, let me touch your boobs this time. I've always wanted to touch your big boobs."
"There's no point in kneeling now. Come on, let's go home before the sun goes down."
"Please... my boobs are small, and Yuu-kun's mom won't let me touch them..."
"Haruki-kun, stop humiliating women any more. Like I said before, your naughty behavior will hurt women, you know? Besides, your mom and dad will be sad if they see you like this..."
On the one hand, a boy kneeling with his head on the concrete floor, and on the other, an adult looking down on him. If a third party were to see this scene, Tomoe would not get away with it.
However, this was a completely deserted country road, and the heavy rain that was so strong that it drowned out the voices a few meters away only exacerbated the situation.
(Such a disobedient child...what on earth should I do...?)
To be sure, Tomoe looks outside for a few seconds to make sure there is someone there.
It's not like he's waiting for her, but Haruki, keeping a low posture, lifts Tomoe's skirt and invades inside.
"Huh...what!?"
"Haa haa...old lady's panties...thin panties..."
Haruki wraps his left arm around Tomoe's legs, locking them in place, and places his free right hand on her firm butt.
The boy's small hands crawl over the older woman's big, firm butt, gently kneading it as if to check its elasticity.
"The feel of her see-through panties is so smooth... her butt is so soft... so chewy..."
"Wh, what are you doing... where are you touching?!"
"And it's so bouncy... my butt is amazing..."
Even though he's just an elementary school student, the way he lifts her butt cheeks with his palm and flicks them is like a dirty old man.
Tomoe feels the touch directly and frowns in discomfort.
Even if he tries to pull her away, he can't use all his strength on a child, and he unwillingly allows her to caress him against his will.
"Please... stop being so rough...!!"
"Women... so naughty... panties... butt..."
Perhaps it was the charm of the mature woman's body that hit him, but he ignored Tomoe's cries of protest and continued to explore the mysteries of women.
Then, his fingers traced from her hips to her thighs──
"Huh?! Not there!!!"
He came into contact with Tomoe's female genitals through her underwear.
A boy who hadn't even grown in any pubic hair, who didn't even seem to know the name of that place, began kneading the naughty, naughty part of the mother.
"What is this... it's squishy and soft... so this is what a woman's private parts feel like..."
"Stop messing around!! This isn't a place a child should touch!!"
"I like it here... it's so soft here, Auntie..."
He poked and pinched her labia majora with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her touch through her panties.
The way her shape easily changed with finger pressure must have heightened Haruki's sexual arousal as a visual cues.
Also, the feeling of his fingers burying themselves in the shallowest parts of her slit and digging at will fills Tomoe's brain with a physiological aversion.
(Even though he's a child... but no one else...)
To Tomoe, the clumsy and selfish caresses of a perverted brat, and even more so, the caresses of someone other than her husband, are things she despises, and she can't feel even the slightest bit of pleasure from them.
"Just the tip of my finger went in a little... it's warm... you're too naughty, Auntie... my penis feels good...♡"
"That's a dirty place... that's where you pee..."
Haruki's curiosity knows no bounds, and he seems to be intoxicated by the pheromones of the married mature woman's soft pussy.
He stares at the soft, squishy, squishy♡ flesh, storing it in his brain's memory.
"Hey... Ah, a police car is coming this way!"
"What?!"
Tomoe's words were just a lie, but it had enough deterrent power to make the naughty brat retreat from under her skirt.
Even though he is a boy who is honest and bold, he seems to have a childish side that is afraid of the police.
"There are no police cars... Are you lying...?"
"Oh, that's a minor thing compared to what you did."
"Let me touch you one more time, Auntie's squishy..."
"Haruki... I'm so tired... I don't even have the energy to get angry... Let's go now."
Tomoe's fatigue was obvious, the natural result of dealing with a troublesome child.
She turned her back on Haruki and prepared to leave.
"Auntie... this is painful..."
Hearing Haruki's weak and sad voice, Tomoe's heart started beating faster.
(Could it be... that I accidentally hurt him...?)
If that's the case, it's a big deal.
If Tomoe had hurt someone else's child while taking care of him, her position would be precarious.
"What's wrong?! It's fine... bu..."
Tomoe turns around, worried about the boy, but can't believe her eyes when she sees what she sees.
There, Haruki has pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, playing with his foreskin-covered penis.
"I was looking at my aunt's breasts and underwear... haa haa... when I touched them, my penis... my penis felt good..."
Haruki strokes his erect penis, which is still small, as if pinching it.
He sighs sweetly as he gazes at Tomoe's clothed breasts and indulges in masturbation.
"What are you doing here...?!"
After a few seconds of being unable to think, Tomoe regains her senses and kneels at the foolish boy's feet. She tries to pull up his shorts with her right hand, which she had let go of the umbrella with.
However, Haruki is desperately trying to hold down his shorts with his left hand, which he wasn't using to masturbate.
"Let go of my hand... You shouldn't do this outside...!"
"You're such a naughty old lady... ha ha ha... You're the naughtiest woman I've ever met..."
"Don't say that!"
"My boobs... my panties... ha ha ha... my soft butt... everything is naughty!"
The up and down movement of her right hand increases in speed.
It's clear that she's heading towards the finish.
"I love you, auntie! I love you! Your boobs are so big! I love you aunties who wear such sexy panties!!"
"Hey, don't be so loud..."
Even though it was pouring rain, there was no guarantee that the boy's loud voice wouldn't reach anyone's ears.
In an attempt to shut Haruki up, he let go of his hand holding his shorts and was about to cover his mouth──
Squish♡
"Huh...?"
Haruki no longer needed to resist, and his left hand grabbed Tomoe's right breast.
"Breasts...breasts...they're so soft...♡"
Monyumony♡Squishmallow♡
The child's short five fingers were completely buried in the married woman's large, protruding J-cup breasts.
The breasts were so big they were too big for his small palm, and he enjoyed their touch over and over again.
"What...!?"
"Breasts... I love it... I touched Auntie's breasts... My penis feels so good... Ah, I'm going to come... I'm coming... Auntie, I'm coming! I love you Auntie! I love you so much! Thank you for letting me rub your breasts! I'm coming! I'm coming!!"
The boy took his hands off Tomoe's breasts and began to ejaculate.
"Ahh♡ Uhh♡ Uhh...♡"
A stream of milky white mucus dribbled out from the tip of his penis, dripping onto the concrete floor.
His body spasmed as he ejaculated, but it didn't last long, and Haruki soon sat on his butt, basking in the afterglow.
"I love you, auntie... I want to marry you...♡"
"Ahhh... I can't believe he's going to ejaculate..."
Tomoe, unable to stop the young boy from ejaculating, stares at him with a hopeless expression.
In stark contrast to her, Haruki is immersed in pleasure with an ecstatic expression on his face, and Tomoe comes to her senses when she sees his bare lower body.
"Come on, put your pants on quickly."
"Yes..."
Unlike before, Haruki surprisingly accepts Tomoe's request obediently.
It doesn't seem like he's been able to release all of his semen, but he seems to feel a little better now that he's released it.
"Listen carefully... you shouldn't play with your penis outside. You should do it alone at home, okay?"
"Yeah, I'll do that from now on."
"Also, don't tell anyone about what happened today. If Haruki tells anyone... you might get arrested by the police..."
Tomoe didn't say who, but Haruki nodded once as if he understood.
"Good girl... come on, let's go home. Please show me the way home."
"Yeah, this way."
They opened their umbrellas and walked in the rain again.
For a while, they were supposed to be alone, trapped in the rain.
"This is it, my house."
"Huh?"
Haruki pointed to an old house next to the vending machine as soon as they started walking.
It was about a ten-second walk from the place where they had taken shelter from the rain just a moment ago.
"...You've got to be kidding me...He didn't hear me, did he..."
Praying like that, the two of them reached the front door of the house.
Haruki loudly announced that he was home, and a man in his 30s who seemed to be his father appeared from the back.
"Um, I..."
"You're Mikami, right? I heard from Sera's grandpa on the phone that his son was taken care of..."
"Ah...no..."
Looking at his attitude, it seemed he didn't hear the inappropriate scream.
While he felt relieved at that fact...his gaze pierced his chest so hard it hurt.
His father was mostly only looking at Tomoe's enormous breasts.
"You're wearing see-through panties that show off your ass."
"Really? Oh no, you're doing that again... That's not right!"
"Why? You're only looking at my boobs, aren't you? You're married, aren't you? You have a son in high school, aren't you? That's not right."
"H-Hey... hahaha... sorry about my son..."
"Those boobs are really big. They were jiggling all over when she walked. I asked her what cup size they were, but she didn't tell me..."
"That's true... that's irresistible for a married woman with big boobs in a knitted top... Haruki! Stop it!"
(Such a father and such a son... in a bad way)
Haruki's lecherousness seems to come from his father.
Tomoe, completely dumbfounded, makes a show of leaving the place.
"Excuse me..."
The moment she turned around, the hem of Tomoe's skirt fluttered in the air.
The culprit was, of course, Haruki, who lifted the married woman's skirt without caring that her father was in front of her.
"Wooooooow♡♡♡ What erotic underwear♡ Her big ass is completely visible♡ A lewd body from top to bottom♡"
"See? I told you."
His face turned red, he forcefully pulled the hem of her skirt and quickly left the place.
Being so reckless, his foot got stuck in a puddle, but he carried on walking regardless.
(I'm finally free... What a terrible parent and child... Next time I visit home, I'll have to make sure I stay away...)
Having moved away from the perverted parent and child's house, Tomoe regained some composure and her steps became slower as usual.
"Ahhh... today is a terrible day..."
Today alone she has been sexually harassed by many men.
The stress weighs on her so much that she can't help but mutter to herself, but the day's activities are not over yet.
Hoping for at least some good fortune, Tomoe makes the short journey home.