I had always known Dad moved far away, but it still surprised me to hear he’d married a Filipina woman just a year older than me. Living with my mom in Chicago, I’d only imagined life in the Philippines through pictures and stories. On my 19th birthday, Dad sent me a plane ticket—an invitation to spend a month with him and his new wife just outside Manila.

The moment I stepped off the plane, the heat wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, thick with the smell of fried garlic, ripe tropical fruit, and diesel fumes from passing jeepneys. People moved with a certain rhythm, smiles quick to appear, voices warm and musical.

My dad beamed with joy as he greeted me, his face lit up with a wide, genuine grin. As we rode together in the taxi, we started to catch up on everything. He spoke warmly about his life in the Philippines, how different and peaceful it felt compared to back home. Then, with a spark in his eyes, he told me about meeting a young Filipina woman, Ligaya was her name who completely changed his world.

He described how they connected almost instantly, how her kindness and spirit drew him in.

With a soft chuckle, he shared how nervous he had been asking her to marry him, and the overwhelming happiness he felt when she said yes. As he spoke, I could tell just how much she meant to him. His voice carried a new kind of calm, a sense of being truly settled. It was clear he had found something special here—not just a new home, but someone to share it with. I had never seen him so content.

When we came to their neighborhood, it was busy but welcoming, kids played barefoot in the dusty streets, women swept their yards in the early morning light, and vendors pushed carts selling sweet corn and roasted plantains. Stray dogs lay lazily in the shade, and the scent of grilled fish lingered in the air. Everything felt new, yet strangely comforting. I didn’t know it yet, but that trip would change the way I saw family and the world.

When we finally arrived at Dad’s place, his new wife greeted me at the gate with gentle eyes and a shy but genuine smile, wearing a traditional baro’t saya, a delicate, embroidered blouse made of sheer piña fabric and a long, flowing skirt in soft earth tones. The blouse clung lightly to her shoulders, its butterfly sleeves giving her an air of quiet elegance. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat, low bun, and she wore simple pearl earrings that matched the graceful poise in her movements.

Her voice, soft and melodic, held that distinct Filipino lilt, gentle, rising at the ends of her words, both polite and inviting. She bowed her head slightly when she spoke, a small gesture that showed humility and grace.

Later that night, I found myself wide awake. Jet lag was hitting hard, and sleep felt like a distant memory. I checked the clock, 3:17 AM, and decided to get up and find some water. The house was quiet as I padded softly through the main room, moving toward what I hoped was the kitchen.

Just as I turned a corner, a gentle rustle made me pause. Ligaya appeared from the shadows, gliding silently across the cool marble floor in bare feet. I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to startle her. She looked serene in the dim light, wearing a soft cotton robe, her hair loosely tied back.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked gently, her voice calm and knowing, she’d seen me before I saw her.

“Jet lag,” I said, suddenly self-conscious in my boxers and t-shirt.

She stepped closer, and I caught the faint scent of jasmine and something warm, familiar. Her hand brushed my arm lightly. “What do you need, Mr. Steve?”

“Just some water.”

Ligaya smiled, a kind warmth in her eyes. “Kitchen is this way,” she said, leading me through the stillness toward a softly lit kitchen that gleamed in the early morning hush.

There was something in the way she said it that made me glance at her. In the dim light, with her hair down instead of pulled back in its daytime bun, she looked younger, less formal. The gold cross still hung at her throat, catching what little light there was.

I found myself studying her more carefully. In her simple silk robe, she was surprisingly attractive, with a quiet confidence that hadn’t been apparent earlier.

Her chest size was likely similar to any typical Asian about 34A or B at most and I swear that I could see just a hint of her nipples poking out from her robe.

My heart raced - surprised and turned on at the same time. My cock strained against my boxers, clearly visible through the thin fabric.

I tried to keep my eyes on her face rather than letting them drop to her cleavage, but failed miserably. When I looked up, Ligaya’s slight smile told me she’d noticed and wasn’t bothered.

Suddenly, the air conditioning failed, allowing Singapore’s natural climate to assert itself.

Heat enveloped us like a physical presence.

“Air con System no good in Philippines,” Ligaya explained, seeming unbothered. She rose and moved to a control panel on the wall. As she reached upward, her dress rode higher, revealing her slim dark legs

Fuck me. My cock went from half-mast to full salute in about two seconds flat.

I knew it was wrong to look, and I tried to think about anything but the fact that my step-mum’s naked legs.

“It come back soon,” she said, turning back. In the sudden heat, a flush had risen to her cheeks, and bits of hair clung damply to her neck.

“Maybe I should get back to bed,” I said, feeling uncertain if she had noticed my erection, but unfortunately, it had become embarrassingly obvious.

“Are you uncomfortable in the heat?” Ligaya asked, returning to her seat.

“Not uncomfortable,” I admitted. “Just ... very aware of it.”

Something shifted in her expression. “Singapore is perfect, controlled. Makes people forget real.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. I just watched her as she reached up to touch her throat where a bead of perspiration traced the elegant line of her collarbone.

Ligaya’s lips curved in a knowing smile, as she rose again, moving toward the balcony.

“Come see good view.”

I hesitated, then stood, turning slightly to adjust myself before joining her. I stood close enough to feel the heat coming off her body.

“Beautiful, yes?” she asked, her shoulder brushing against my arm.

“Yes,” I agreed, though I wasn’t looking at the cityscape.

She turned to face me, so close now that I could see the flecks of gold in her dark irises.

“Your father very good man.” Her voice had dropped to nearly a whisper.

“But, sometime very angry.”

Ligaya wasn’t the kind of woman who turned heads in a crowd, but there was an effortless beauty about her that was impossible to ignore. She carried herself with quiet grace, never seeking attention, just going about her work with calm dedication.

During the next couple of days, I noticed the warmth in her smile, the gentleness in her voice, and the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. She had a kind of understated elegance, long, dark hair often tied back as she worked, soft features that hinted at both strength and kindness. There was something about her that stayed with you, long after the conversation had ended. And, she was definitely fuck-able.

My first Asian pussy, I had in beautiful Thailand, like a years ago. It was spectacular. One day, my girlfriend and I took our bikes to Bang Pae, which is Phuket’s biggest waterfall. The weather was quite warm, so I decided to take my shirt off & get some sun. The waterfall was beautiful, so we decided to ‘go native’ and take a refreshing dip in one of its drop pools, after we sat in the shade and used the site as a picnic place. It was a beautiful day, however, my skin wasn’t used to the lack of protection & I became quite sunburnt.

After an uncomfortable sleepless night, my girlfriend suggested I get a famous Thai massage to aid my relaxation.

After taking a stroll down the famous Bangla Road, we realized one undeniable fact ... Bangla was nothing like home. With its lady-boys, exotic girls, enchanted westerners (mostly male) and enough extraverts to fill a Disney cast of thousands, shopping or sipping on a beer at Bangla Road at night is a definite ‘Dear Diary’ moment. I selected a small massage shop, went in and was greeted by a receptionist. I explained what I was after, she smiled, and led me into a darkened room.

My eyes adjusted to the light in the small, dim room. The room contained a mat on the floor, covered by a soft sheet, on which to lie, a towel which I assumed was to cover me, and a chair for my clothes.

I stripped down to my boxers and got into position on the mat, and spread the small towel across my bum. I had almost fallen asleep when the massage therapist entered. I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled back, introduced herself as Pimchanok, or just Pin, and looked disapprovingly at my sunburnt shoulders. “Very sore?” she asked.

“A little bit,” I replied.

At this, she giggled. “Not little, I think,” she replied. “Very sore. Hurt a lot.”

“Take few deep breath, ok?” she instructed as her hands spread liquid warmth on my skin.

“Good,” she said as she moved her hands along my back and shoulders in long, slow strokes.

Other masseurs I’d been to simply rubbed and pounded flesh. Pim’s hands and fingers seemed to know which spots to work and how to work them.

I’d read that a Thai massage was often described as “lazy yoga”, because whilst it included many of the same strokes as a Swedish massage, it also incorporates assisted stretches to really stretch and loosen tightened muscles and relieve joints.

It supposedly worked along pressure points on your energy paths. I’d also heard many, many jokes about the “Happy Ending,” but I was sure that was just an urban myth. I sighed and relaxed under her expert touch.

Then she turned her attention to the lower half of my body. She pointed to my underpants,

“You want take off? She quietly asked.

“Sure,” I said apprehensively, but I began to wonder if something was going on. I was concerned because my girlfriend was waiting in the lobby, only meters away.

As Pim stroked my thighs, she touched my balls several times. She massaged my ass and her fingers darted into the cleft between my cheeks. My cock hardened and I shifted to make room for it underneath me.

“How you doing?” Pim whispered. I wasn’t sure what to say. Maybe the sexual feeling in the room was something I was building up in my horny, deluded mind.

“Everything you’re doing feels great,” I said.

“Good.”

“You turn over now so I do you front side.”

I obeyed, slowly, as my swollen cock pointed upward, exposing my balls. I was embarrassed so I pointed to my cock & mimed so sorry.

“Oh it ok,” she said.

“Don’t worry you got big dickie. It tell me I’m doing good job and making you feel relax,”

Pim dropped some oil on my stomach. Her touch on my belly sent another wave of arousal through me. The head of my dick was nudging her hand as she worked. I sighed and shifted. Being this aroused and not being able to do anything about it was torture.

Pim’s hands stopped moving.

“Want me to take care of?”

I looked at her, surprised. She was smiling.

“Special offer. I get the feeling you like it,” she added, her eyes twinkling. I knew this was like no massage I’d ever had in the US.

I placed my forefinger on my lips and pointed towards the lobby, where my girlfriend was waiting,, and I wasn’t sure that the quality of Thai building and walls was to be trusted.

She nodded, understanding that it was a secret between us. Her hands began to move again.

Pim gave my chest a very thorough work-over, brushing my nipples on each pass.

Soon she dropped all pretense; she reached over and wrapped her delicate hand around my dick, then she slowly ran her hand up and down and back up, squeezing at the up-stroke and getting some pre-cum to ooze out.

Let’s go for the naked sex,” I said, sliding my arm round her and slipping my hand up the coat and onto her fulsome bum; she did nothing to make me move it.

“Can I cum on these?” I asked, and lifted her breasts.

I can’t say that she was someone I would ever date, but she had great tits and in my aroused state she looked amazing, truly amazing.

With a big smile, she then said. “Ok let’s rock “, and grasped my cock and rubbed it slowly. I lay back as she stroked it and cupped my balls and rolled them around.

“This lovely cock,” she said.”

Pim unclipped her bra, and her tits were all I had imagined, nice size, firm and big pink, erect nipples. She bent over the table and fed her nipples one at a time into my mouth whilst holding my cock. She began to stroke me and wank me slowly as I fed my mouth on her tits. I put my hand on her thigh, then worked around to the front of her cotton panties. I would love to say she was dripping wet, but she wasn’t; however, I rubbed her crotch as she now cradled my balls and played with them like two eggs.

I got my hands under the hem of her panties and worked my hand in, she was entirely smooth and I found her slit with my index finger. She allowed me to play with her pussy for a minute or two then she stood up. She took her panties off and stood before me naked, flaunting her body at me

“You like?” she asked still softly rubbing my cock.

“Jesus, you are beautiful,” I croaked.

“Ok,” she said smiling. “I suck your cock, yes? You finger me I suck you cock.”

Pim turned sideways with her bum facing me as she sunk my cock into her mouth. She licked the top, pressed the tip of her tongue against the hole and then ran it down my length and onto and around my balls. I was likely oozing pre cum by now and she twirled her tongue round the end, pulling my foreskin back. Then she slowly ran her mouth down my cock and sucked my balls, I simply adore that. As she was bending over slightly and her legs were apart I found her pussy quite easily and slid two fingers up her. She was becoming moist now and I worked her folds and found her clit at the top. She moaned a little, despite her mouth being full of me at the same time.

She deep-throated me like a pro. It was an amazing experience! She was so wet and I began finger fucking her. I pushed another finger against her cunt and that went in easily so I quickened my pace. She moved her mouth and was kissing my cock and just sucking the end of it; from my limited experience I would have said she was a star at oral.

She looked round at me and said. “You ready.”

I nodded. She turned her head away, put her hand to her mouth and then bent over me and took my cock in her mouth again. I could hardly believe that she had slid a condom onto me with her mouth

She straddled me, facing away from me. I cupped the full cheeks of her dark ass as she hovered above me and guided my cock to her pussy lips, rotated slightly then sunk down on it to the hilt. She started to fuck by slowly lifting her ass up and then sinking back down, I was thrusting upwards and we found a rhythm. We fucked like that for a few minutes with me slamming into her as she rode me. Amazingly agile, she managed to rotate her body without taking me out.

“You can play this now,” she said leaning forward and grazing her tits over my face.

“Tell me you cum.”

She fucked me harder in this position and it was not long before I felt the first tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm. I told her that I was ready. Quickly easing herself off me, she said.

“Cum on tits,” as she pulled the condom off, slid down the bed and held her tits together. I wriggled so that I was above them and as she cupped my balls I wanked myself until streams of cum shot onto her full tits.

I collapsed backwards as she eased herself upright and drew breath. I wanted to lick her pussy but decided against asking. After a few minutes’ rest, I composed myself enough to stand and get dressed as I watched my cum all over her small dark tits.

One afternoon, I was supposed to gol with Dad to the country club for some golf, but when he woke me up at 6,30, I was way too beat to go golfing with him. He moaned something about how weak I was and took off.

A couple of hours later, I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the kitchen, starving.

I passed by their bedroom and noticed the door was half open. As I glanced inside, I saw her quietly folding clothes, her movements calm and methodical, like she was in her own little world. For some reason, I didn’t look away.

All of a sudden, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, swiftly lifting it up and over her head, revealing a simple, black bra beneath. She reached behind her back and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. Her dark, perfect, petite, round breasts suddenly appeared just feet away from me now.

I was unable to tear my eyes away from her brown, suckable nipples and perfectly firm breasts.

Her perfect, yet small, breasts were capped with a puffy, silver-dollar-sized light brown areola that was almost pinkish in hue. The nipple was fat and hard, begging to be sucked.

Ligaya’s hand squeezed and caressed it in growing ecstasy as her cries grew louder and more frequent.

She slipped her pants and panties to the floor together and elegantly stepped out of them.

Her pussy was as smooth as porcelain, freshly shaved, her darkened lips barely parted. She twirled, allowing me an all-too-glance of her round, firm ass before sitting back down in her chair, leaned back, legs spread, a buffet for my eyes.

She closed her eyes, teeth bared in an almost animalistic way as she plunged two fingers into the wet, pink insides of her Filipina pussy, fucking herself slowly as her hips rocked, her other hand squeezing and kneading a covered breast.

I placed my hand on my growing cock.

I watched see her light brown pussy glistening in the sunlight as she fingered herself, biting her bottom lip as she stifled another moan, the saintly picture of Jesus turned away on her nightstand. Ligaya’s slit was shaved, leaving only a womanly triangle of black hair tufting above, slick and matted with her desire. Her onyx-painted toes curled into the pink floral print of the cheap bedding beneath her, ass shifting as she squirmed in pleasure. Ligaya’s coffee-colored skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, beaded on her forehead and rolling down a cheek as she knocked her head back and let out a little lusty squeal. The maid’s black bangs were plastered to her forehead, the slender curve of her neck exposed as she started rocking her hips and gently arched her back.

I felt the blood pulse to my genitals as my cock grew and harden almost painfully. I stood there in front of the doorway, watching silently. If Ligaya opened her eyes, she’d see me there and I’d be busted, but I just didn’t care.

“Unnn...” Ligaya mewled softly as she withdrew her fingers from her sopping Filipina cunt, sticky with her desire. She rubbed the tips of her digits over the bud and hood of her swollen little clit, driving herself deeper into a sexual frenzy. I could smell her now - Ligaya’s sweet, feminine musk, a heavy, heady aroma in the hot, humid air. This girl was like a fucking bitch in heat.

My cock engorged to its full hardness, screaming for relief as I watched Dad’s hot wife fuck herself in the dark. I was so horny by that spectacular, sexy oriental female in front of me working her oriental pussy. Danger, too, and fear that I might get caught, but I couldn’t leave. It didn’t make sense, and I wasn’t thinking ... but this was better than porn.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was throbbing; Ligaya’s show was turning me on more than I’d ever been in my teenage life. The extremely prominent, vulgar Y-shaped vein on the side of my cock stood out more than ever, my large cock-head looked angry and inflamed. I gripped the base and started to stroke it slowly as I watched, not having an endgame of any kind. Not really thinking. Living in the moment. Not knowing what I’d do if she opened her eyes. Not caring.

Ligaya plunged her fingers back into her needy, steaming cunt and, as she went down to her knuckles and her whole slender body spasmed with pleasure, her slanted eyes finally opened.

First, they were rolled back with her orgasm, then glazed. Then they shot wide with fear as she saw me standing in the doorway, then sparked recognition, then filled with fear again. Ligaya let out a little shriek as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy to wrench her shirt down. She scrambled back and grabbed her bed sheet to cover herself up to her chest. I could see the terror in her eyes as she stared at me, mouth agape.

I don’t know why I did what I did. I was just so fucking horny that I didn’t think - I didn’t give a shit. I stopped stroking my cock and just held it at its base, letting her see it in all its glory. We stared at each other, neither knowing what to do. I understood that Ligaya was afraid and embarrassed, and but at the same time, even with that terror, I could see her dark oriental eyes roaming over my body before they fixed on my big cock. It throbbed in my hand and dripped precum, standing strong and proud and absolutely turgid for her in the gloom.

I watched Ligaya as she stared at my huge white dick.

I don’t know if it was in awe or fear or a lingering sexual haze, but in those long moments, I swear to God, I saw her lick her lips. Her tongue just barely parted them, but I saw it. My Dad’s wife shifted uncomfortably under her sheets as something flickered in her eyes but then the spell was broken as her face screwed up and she came to her senses.

“Steve, no!” She cried suddenly in her heavily accented Filipino English. She pushed forward from her bed to shut her door on me. I could hear it lock.

I stood there numbly for a moment before I turned and walked quickly back up to my room. I felt a thrill; a strangeness knotting in my stomach. But mostly excitement, and quickly returning lust.

I was conflicted. Ligaya was married to my Dad, but ... was she a desperately wanton slut that just married for money and stature? She had a body that I found irresistibly sexy, one that was just built for fucking. I wanted it.

It was like a sign.

I couldn’t get slinky, sexy Ligaya out of my head after that. I jacked off three more times that day, and came hard each time, thinking about that hot Filipina pussy. Fucking it.

I thought about Ligaya sucking my big dick with her cock-sucking Filipina lips. I fantasized about licking her ripe tits and crushing them, loving them in my hands. Running my fingers over her brown skin, kissing her mouth. Filling her lithe little Asian body with my cum over and over.

I didn’t sleep at all that night.

The next day, Dad was at his office, and I found Ligaya in the dining room, dusting the glass bookshelf, her cleaning tools in a bucket down by her feet.

My cock was hard as ever, straining against my khakis as I walked up behind her, only inches away this time. My heart was pounding hard as I stood there, saying nothing.

I reached out my hand to touch her side. Ligaya stiffened immediately at the feel of my palm and fingers, but didn’t do anything other than freeze and stop cleaning, letting her arms drop to her sides.

“No, Steve, no good.”

Ignoring her comment, I put my other hand on her other side and began to caress slowly. I stroked gently upwards along her ribs to right below her breasts, then back down.

I could hear her starting to breathe heavier, and I could see her in the reflection of the glass, closing her eyes tightly.

“Relax...” I whispered softly, kind of in a murmur, kind of tender too.

I could feel her tense just a little as I continued to run my hands over her sides, then down to her hips. I might have been a little clumsy, but I was gentle. I held Ligaya’s hips firmly as I moved forwards, closer, inexorably pressing myself against her perfect rounded ass to grind, letting her feel the size, firmness, and strength of my covered cock. It was all very primal in my lust-filled brain. This was what I could offer my Filipina mare. This was my dominance over her.

Ligaya stiffened again and the duster fell from her fingers as she felt my cock press against her backside, but then relaxed soon after as I started to calmingly pet her sides again, gently, but firmly - I wasn’t going to allow her move away.

She tried to squirm away, saying something in a language I didn’t know. The only words I could make out were: No, Father, and No good. But, on the other hand, she just stood there and let me touch her.

I could feel my covered cock pulse against the rounded swell of her Filipina ass, pressing between her cheeks and legs. I knew part of it was wedged against her pussy too. My breath quickened as I grew even bolder, starting to grind my package slowly and regularly against her. Since I felt no real resistance or disapproval, I moved my hands more confidently under the hem of her shirt to touch her warm, smooth, light chocolate skin, caressing my hands possessively over her toned stomach.

I moved one hand up over her ribs to squeeze a bra-covered breast, then moving across to knead the other under her shirt, my other arm across her stomach with a steady grip on her thigh.

My heart was pounding pure lust, hips gyrating, deep, slow grinding of my cock against Ligaya’s ass and sex. My dick felt like it was going to rip out of my pants. Ligaya’s breathing was harder and faster. I leaned in towards her neck, feeling powerful and in control over a woman for the first time in my young life. I took in her sweet smell, bold enough to press my lips to the hot skin of her neck. Ligaya trembled as I kissed her skin more deeply, savoring the taste, letting out a little whimper as I squeezed her breast again, harder.

I was starting to feel heat from her pussy as I ground into her, and it just made me start to thrust harder, like I was gently, deeply fucking her, pressing my chest into her back and pushing her towards the glass case. Ligaya gave a startled cry as she pressed her palms up against the bookshelf door from my forcefulness, and I could see her face in the reflection, eyes shut tight, bottom lip bit - I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure, or fear, or revulsion, or a mix of all three.

This was it. I was going to fuck her.

I removed my hand from her shirt and started pulling it up from the back, one hand holding her hip as the other started fumbling with the bra strap. I had to stop as I faltered, using both hands to work the annoying clasp. When I faltered and finally got it open, the spell was broken.

Ligaya pushed me away, wheeling to stare at me accusingly, dark eyes full of fright and conflict.

She seemed flustered, despite being scared. Ligaya glared at me with that same expression I’d seen last night, scrunching her exotic features in submissive outrage.

“No, Steve! No!” Ligaya half-shouted, half-pleaded in her thick Filipina accent.

“I need work ... no, this baad, you not do this ... Father very angry...”

Ligaya closed her bra in the back and fixed her shirt, not meeting my eyes as she grabbed her cleaning bucket and hurried out.

I smiled after her slyly, knowing the dumb Filipina bitch was mine. She’d be my mare. It was just a matter of time.

I looked down at my raging hard-on, wet spots of precum through my pants.

I resolved not to jack off again until I fucked her. I wanted my first load into her hot little Filipina pussy to be huge. I wanted to fill her womb completely with my seed.

Hey Champ,” Dad said between a sip of coffee.

“Hey,” I said flatly, looking surreptitiously for Ligaya. Fuck, it looked like she was hiding out in the goddamn kitchen again. I ate my food and went after her.

Ligaya was at the sink doing dishes. My eyes ran up her long, slender brown legs to her round, tight little ass, accentuated in sweat shorts. She wore her hair long today, and it looked prettier than normal. She had spent some time making it look nice. She wore a faded pink tank top that was tight around her curves.

I felt that same excitement again, pulsing in my chest and in my groin. I walked over next to where she was standing to check her out. She looked at me from the side, and I could see that she wore black eyeliner, which accentuated the sexiness of her almond-shaped oriental eyes, a little dark shadow above. I traced the pout of her pillowy Filipina lips but didn’t see any lipstick -

I realized she probably didn’t have much makeup. I wasn’t complaining - it made her look even more appetizing, hot even, in her way.

There was shame in her brown eyes, but also quiet submission. I looked down to see a good amount of supple, brown, cream-colored cleavage at her neckline, the vague outline of her nipples pressing against her tank top.