An Adult one

The karaoke box you went to was one favoured by adult couples, a large statue of Michael Jackson at the front entrance. Walking inside, the two of you are greeted by a pleasant and welcoming atmosphere with a white-painted background and marble tiling, with a single female clerk at the entrance. Glass decorative light covers lined the ceiling, gently illuminating the reception area and casting a cascade of wavy patterns on the floor.

You wear a simple polo t-shirt, long trousers and shoes. A plain-looking, boring man, you were unattractive to most women who were only after good looks. Kyouka, on the other hand, wore a navy-blue blouse, long skirt and white shoes, her ample bosom on full display even beneath a loose-fitting, modest covering of fabric.

"Irasshaimase," She greeted with a bow, "Are you here to book a room?"

"Yes, we are," Kyouka nodded.

"How many people, and how long a session would you like to book?" Asked the receptionist.

"Just two, and for one hour," Said Kyouka.

"Of course, please follow me," Said the receptionist.

As you followed the female staff member, other staff and customers looked at the two of you with varying degrees of emotions from lust to jealousy, congratulations and pride, or simple disbelief.

All their reactions could be summed up in one sentence: "Fucking lucky bastard."

You resisted the urge to smirk; it's not everyday that a young adolescent boy such as yourself is accompanied by such a beautiful mature woman old enough to be your mother, after all, and one who did not seem to age past twenty-five with nary an imperfection upon her features. Her boobs were firm, not saggy, and her curves oozed sexiness.

Hentai logic or not, it was difficult for most people to not give in to lust at first sight.

"Um, Yuu-kun..."

"Yes?" You asked sweetly.

"Here is your room, customers," Said the staff member who passed you two booklets, "This one here is our list of songs available. Just use the remote here to select which song you want to play and sing along to. And here is our menu of items, and if you wish to order any refreshments or request an extension of time, please dial the number displayed here on this phone."

"Thank you," Kyouka bowed.

Once they were alone, the two of you quickly looked through both booklets, Kyouka leafing through the song list and you through the food menu.

"Do you think we should order something? I'm feeling kinda hungry," You mentioned.

Kyouka took a look at her digital watch, "It is about time for lunch. Maybe something light, like edamame and salads?"

"Nah, I was thinking a full-course meal, like pasta, pizza, karaage, gyoza, cakes..." You suggested, only for Kyouka to be horrified.

"No, I can't eat that much! I'll grow fat!" Kyouka exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, I was just playing with you," You said, smiling cheekily, "Let's go for some karaage and salad as appetizer, then pizza as the main course, okay?"

"That sounds much better, Yuu-kun," Kyouka smiled, "I'm going for salt-flavoured karaage, what about you?"

"Same for me," You said, "As for salads..."

Once the two of you made your decisions on what to order, you let Kyouka phone the reception and then you turn your attention to the song list. Kyouka, however, had much difficulty deciding which song to sing, her brows furrowed in concentration. You decide to playfully poke her cheek, and she gasped slightly in surprise.

"Yuu-kun!" Kyouka exclaimed.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist; you just looked so cute," You giggled.

Kyouka blushed but said nothing to that.

"How about this?" You offered, "We'll randomly pick a few songs and take turns holding the mike, okay?"

"I'm sorry you have to decide all this for me," Kyouka apologised.

"No need to apologise, Kyouka-san," You reassured, "You've been working so hard all these years, the least I can do is help you find ways to relax every now and then."

And Kyouka kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you, Yuu-kun," She smiled.

For the next hour, the two of you sang to your heart's content, freely letting go of life's worries as the angel's choir filled your personal heaven, a safe sanctuary from the dark, gritty realities of life and the pressures of work. Kyouka was quite awkward at first, but as she sang, she discovered her angelic, melodious voice, bewitching and emotionally rich.

In your eyes, it was as if she blossomed like the tachibana trees of Kyoto, as befitting her namesake; Kyou (京) from the name of the old Capital, Ka (香) which translates as 'fragrance', and Tachibana (橘) which means 'Wild Orange'.

Though perhaps it'd be more accurate to call her a butterfly that blossomed.

Eventually, the phone rang, and Kyouka picked it up to answer.

"Your hour's almost up, dear customer," The staff member rang, "Would you like to extend for another hour?"

At your nod she said, "Yes, please."

"Of course, thank you for extending," The receptionist said, before hanging up.

Kyouka then sat next to you, and you browse the long song list on the TV with each press of the remote.

"Now then, which song should we sing next?" You wondered.

You notice a hand pressing on yours, and you turn to see Kyouka look unusually anxious, eyes averted with flushed cheeks.

"C-Could I ask you something, Yuu-kun?" Asked Kyouka.

One glimpse into her mind and you could tell what she wished to say.

"What is it?" You asked.

Kyouka took a deep breath, and then asked, "How long have you and Yuke been having sex?"

You do an excellent impression of a deer caught in the headlights, your eyes wide with shock and your body still as a statue, seemingly stunned into inaction.

"I saw you two doing it a week ago, in your bedroom at night," Kyouka continued with a knowing look, "You two looked like you enjoyed it."

Sheepishly, you scratch your head and let out an awkward laugh.

"Looks like I've been found out..." You muttered.

Kyouka sighed, not looking angry or disappointed in the slightest, instead adopting a look of what looked like envy.

"Well, it's not as if you're a bad person, and Yuka's always loved you as a man," She said, "It's just... can I ask you a question? And I want you to answer very truthfully. No evasive or polite answers, just the god-honest truth, alright?"

You nod, cheerfulness and awkwardness vanishing to make way for sincerity.

"Ask away," You said.

"Then, Yuu-kun, are you attracted to me?" Asked Kyouka, "Do you like me as a woman, despite my old age? Despite the fact I am technically your adoptive mother?"

And faced with such anxiety for the truth, there was only the sincere, straightforward path to go.

"I love you, Kyouka. Not just as a mother, but also as a woman."

And Kyouka felt her heart hammer once again, the cupid's arrow hitting her heart dead centre in the bullseye.

"Y-You really love me?" She asked, doubt and uncertainty filling her eyes.

Instead of speaking further, you climb onto her lap and kiss her on the lips, fixing her with the same lovestruck eyes you gave Yuka during sexual coitus.

"Are you truly underserving of love, Kyouka?" You state rhetorically, "You were always kind to me, treating me like your own son and never failing to help me when I was at my lowest. Do you remember the time when I faced a severe bully in middle school?"

"Yes, I remember," Said Kyouka, "His parents wouldn't accept the fact that their own son was so horrible and abusive, and they even threatened to join in on the beating."

"You stood up to them, even though you risk harm to yourself," You continued, nuzzling your face into her shoulder, "And after they desisted when the police arrested them, you made sure to love and comfort me, and spared no effort to ensure I got over that experience. You're as brave and strong now as you were back then, and that's more than I can say for some."

Kyouka felt tears of happiness welling in her eyes; her daughters never failed to express their thanks for her love and patience, even though at times they would bray and whine as younger children. Yet with Yuu it was different, touching her heart in a manner she never felt, not since her husband died.

"Then... can you love me, as you loved Yuka?" She asked.

With a smile, you return the kiss.

Your tongues wrestled with each other, strings of saliva connecting your mouths in a sensual display of adult affection. Slowly, you strip away your pants and briefs and toss them to the side, while Kyouka takes off her panties and unbuttons her dress, allowing you to lift up her bra and expose her pert breasts to the wide world. You playfully knead her breasts, making her moan appreciatively.

Her nipples, crowned dark and erect, were like little nubs of plasticine. He flicked them between his fingers and then snuck a love bite on her neck, then two, then four. Your **** was relentless, like the hunt of a pack of hungry wolves seeking their prey.

"Please, Yuu-kun..." Kyouka breathed, "Put it in my pussy."