Chapter 17: Sins of Our Mother

Fumi wiped her eyes with a tissue. She sat alone, draped over the large oak table watching the sunset make the burnished wood glow beneath her. Her nose felt clogged and she sniffed, dabbing with the already soaked material in her hands.

She pondered her life and realized that she felt more alone than she ever had in her life. Moved to a new country, her husband moving on to new sexual conquests and now her daughters so grown that they didn’t even want her around. Had she gone so wrong that they would now cast her out of their lives completely when they left? Even now they preferred to spend most of their days with that man.

With a heavy sigh, and one last sniffle Fumi stood, gathering her frayed nerves together as she began with the familiar task of preparing the evening meal. She took comfort in the practiced motions of dicing and sectioning fruits and vegetables. She lost herself in the gentle swirl of the water as she cleaned and rinsed the rice.

Minutes turned to an hour as the meal came together and with it a small amount of sanity Fumi was able scrape up. She was still needed, she still had a purpose and life was not over as long as purpose remained. With a last thump, the table was set out with yet another delicious and healthy dinner.

Steeling herself for confrontation, Fumi took the stairs one deliberate step at a time. Hoping to delay the awkward situation, she trod up the stairs carefully, wary of making noise. She couldn’t put it off completely, but she could delay and stall. The stairs stayed whisper quiet as her slippered feet deliberately hit each one in a measured pace. It felt like only a blink before she stood outside Kira’s door, hand raised to knock.

She cocked her head, expecting to hear the sound of Kira and her friend talking but the sounds coming out of her room sounded ... familiar. With a glance over each shoulder to ensure Miku was not spying from down the hallway, the Yukinawa matron placed an ear to her daughters door.

She heard the slightest murmur of a man’s voice and the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Blood started flowing to her face, the blush of reaction to unmistakable sexual noises. She knew well the moans and accompanying sounds that the sins of flesh created. The girls were watching pornography in Kira’s room! She could hear the action, clearly tinny from the small speakers of Kira’s computer.

Once again, her head swiveled to the left and right, checking the hall to make sure her actions would not be seen. Satisfied, she furtively bent over and peaked through the small keyhole to look into Kira’s room. She wasn’t able to see much but her suspicions were confirmed as she saw the two girls, backs facing the door huddled around the computer as it played a pornographic video.

All three watchers shuddered as the girl on camera screamed out rather loudly and Fumi thought she was caught for sure as the girls heads whipped towards the door, afraid the loud noise has been audible enough to be heard downstairs. After a tense couple of seconds seemed to stretch to an eternity both girls turned back and Fumi released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

The girls sat, unaware they had a watcher, enraptured by the short video clip that Mr. Tucker had given to Kira on the DVD. They had watched through the video several times, after Julie had pressed Kira for the details of her hidden relationship with the older man. After much convincing, Kira had spilled every detail, sparing nothing. The secrets seemed to rush out of her and she felt a relief from stress she didn’t even realize she had been carrying.

Julie had sat quietly, taking in all the details slowly growing more and more jealous of Kira’s luck stumbling into a handsome older man who was showering her with affection and gifts. If Kira could be believed, he was also extremely good in bed which Julie found more and more rare compared to the boys she had been with.

As they watched the video, Julie realized that Kira had been telling the truth and felt chills running through her erogenous zones. Her fingers reached down and stroked gently over the thin material of her panties as she stood behind Kira’s chair, watching the small Japanese girl get railed on repeat for the camera.

Lust became a palpable smell in the room as both girls lost themselves in the trance of watching the action on screen. Julie looked down and realized Kira had hiked her skirt up and was pleasuring her bare pussy, having given her panties to Mr. Tucker earlier. The girl shuttered and rocked her hips back and forth, forgetting she had company.

The video reached the end and the screen went dark. Both girls started, seeing their reflection in the black screen, hands caught lewdly in action but neither looked away. They made eye contact, and Kira smiled first, slowly leaning forward to tap the space bar and restart the video. She turned the volume up as well, and soon her voice moaned, “I am cum dumpster. I am daddies fuck slave.” over the speaker again.

They both jumped near the end of the video when a vicious thrust of Mr. Tucker made Kira cry out in the video and both girls turned towards the door. To their ears, there was no way the whole neighboring hadn’t heard Kira’s on screen cry. After a few moments listening for movement outside they gave each other a guilty glance and finished watching once again.

“That was really intense. What did it feel like? It looked like it hurt!”

Kira nodded and paused trying to collect her thoughts. “It did hurt at first, but Daddy seems to know when he needs to be gentle and when I want his big thing to...” With a shy duck of her head she finished with a mumble “punish my pussy.”

It felt scandalous saying it out loud to a girl she had just met! She looked down and realized her skirt was still hiked up, glistening pussy easily visible. With a twitch of her hands she flicked her skirt down over her legs, trying to regain at least a modicum of modesty.

Julie smiled as the girl arranged her skirts again, thinking of her own ruined panties. “Hey, can I see some of those clothes your Daddy has you model in?” She teased the inflection of the word daddy, drawing it out and enjoyed the blush that bloomed under Kira’s tan face. The girl was somehow still very innocent even though she had been railed in the ass by a 40 something year old man the very night before on video.

Kira, grateful for the distraction, bobbed her head eagerly and rushed to her closet pulling out the old suitcase she had been hiding her lingerie and swimwear in. She pulled out the mess of lacy string thongs and barely there bras and bikinis and started trying to separate the mess.

The girls sat close together, discussing their feelings on various articles of clothing. Julie expressed her envy as she recognized the tags on the items as high end that were out of her price range when normally shopping.

“I would kill for some of these, and my dad would kill me if he saw me in them I think.”

The redhead held up a metallic green string bikini in front of her, turning to judge the color against her hair in the mirror.

“I think I would look good in this, what do you think?” She spun so Kira could assess her.

After a moment of consideration Kira nodded. “Try it on?”

Kira was initially taken aback as Julie immediately started pulling off her school clothes and dropping them on the floor. After a moment of thought, she realized that they had literally just watched her ravished in a hardcore amateur sex tape so Julie was still technically the modest one.

“Put on the white one! It has to look great with your tan ... And your figure” Julie said, envy in her voice.

The redhead dropped her bra to the floor, cupping her smaller breasts and pressing them together. Looking up she caught Kira staring at her nipples which has always been a point of embarrassment for her.

“I know, okay? My friend use to call them ghost nipples.”

Kira laughed. She could definitely understand the comparison. Julie’s breasts were small and firm, with a smattering of freckles across them. What caught the eye was the tiny nipples that capped each breast, so pail and pink they almost blended in with the rest of the creamy flesh.

“I think they’re beautiful,” Kira said.

Julie blushed and absentmindedly continued to massage herself, fingers finding and gently rolling and pinching her small nipples. Her ex had tried several times to get her interested in another girl so he could have a threesome but it had never come together. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but she had wanted it to be the right girl and deep down she also knew it had to be for the right man as well.