Culprits. Double attack

Damian Griferson saw obvious interest from both Japanese girls. The sexy milf was staring at the dick in his pants, and her daughter was looking at him like a child at the sweetest and most desirable candy.

Panchirane's left hand was busy with chopsticks, but the other one gently stroked his left thigh. She skillfully and habitually wielded the chopsticks, unlike Damian, whose hands weren't as skilled. Her eyes darted toward his groin, then his face, then his mother's face, and then back to the food.

Good girl.

At the same time, the Japanese milf's leg in thin pantyhose barely touched his crotch through his pants, massaging his bulge. She wore the same polite, welcoming smile Damian had seen on their first encounter.

Meushi had a modest, slightly detached, polite face, with a sincere, motherly smile and glowing, greedy eyes that concealed a lust that made her uncomfortable.

Meushi's foot, like Panchira's hand, was cautious and slow. It seemed neither of them was confident in their courtship methods. The caresses of mother and daughter were separated by just a couple of inches.

Damn, these Japanese girls are so thirsty.

Damian wasn't sure if this was a rehearsed scene, a kind of improvisation, or a simultaneous sign of attention from an impatient Japanese family.

Did they know what they were doing? Were you trying to grab your prize as quickly as possible? A competition? A union? A mother teaching her daughter? Each situation was heated in its own way.

Damian put the sushi in his mouth, enjoying the taste, smiling slightly when he caught Meushi's gaze. Despite the caresses of two Japanese women and his excitement, he remained calm while thinking about what to do next and how to react to this.

Because of this situation, Damian remembered The parable of two birds. The gist of it was that Damian can't knock down two birds with one stone.

However, the current situation didn't resemble this parable. The birds tried to fly away from the stone, while the Japanese women, on the contrary, were crawling under the stone shaped like Damian's penis. Juicy MILF and her young daughter definitely craved the "Rock."

Damian was sure that a large white piece of meat would be enough to knock down both Japanese women at once.

How could Damian not try to catch two birds at once in such a situation?

A plan quickly formed in his head. Damian had no problem with the soup, but with rice and chopsticks.

In a calculated move, Damian deliberately let his chopsticks slip from his fingers, some sushi fell next to the plate, and the chopsticks fell to the floor beneath the table. They struck Panchirane's shapely legs encased in sheer nylon, forcing the hot mommy to stop her footwork. She inhaled loudly, causing her ample breasts in her tight-fitting sweater dress to sway.

"Forgive my clumsiness. My chopstick skills need improvement. I'm still far from your Japanese use of the Hands and Mouth skill." Damian smiled, "Meushi, could you bring me a towel and a new pair of chopsticks? I seem to have misplaced mine."

Panchira stops stroking her thigh and gets up from behind the koikatsu, heading towards the kitchen.

Damian fixed Meushi with a smiling look. Her foot was still resting on his dick in his pants.

"I've heard a lot about the intimate demonstrations of Japanese hospitality, but I didn't think I'd experience the famous traditional art of serving guests beneath the table so soon. Before you continue, perhaps you could address the issue of the dropped chopsticks under the table?"

"We Japanese pride ourselves on providing the utmost in service and... satisfaction to those we deem worthy." Meushi smiled, lifting the cloth concealing the area under the table. The Koikatsu was truly a unique type of table, heated and perfectly concealing any activity taking place beneath.

Damian didn't want to embarrass the awkward, inexperienced, and innocent Panchirane too much.

Meushi gracefully slid off her chair, crawling under the Koikatsu and moving to retrieve the fallen chopsticks. Damian lifted the fabric to see when the Japanese woman would be in the right place, near his feet and the fallen chopsticks.

When she reached the right spot, she positioned herself not far between the man's legs. Damian unzipped his fly, freeing his throbbing erection; it fell mere inches from her surprised face.

The MILFs beauty's eyes widened as she found herself nose-to-cock with Damian's impressive manhood. Her lips parted slightly in shock and poorly concealed arousal.

"I-I believe I've located the chopsticks, but it seems there may still be some... another problem with the chopstick... so thick, fat, and big... chopstick..." she breathed, her hot breath ghosting over his cock.

First bird was ready to knock out on a white meat stone.

Damian was quite aroused; he hadn't experienced release until on a descent from the plane. And the last couple of hours had left him quite aroused everywhere.

Meushi darted her tongue, moistening her lips, awaiting his next move with barely restrained eagerness.

"Your daughter is busy, so as a good Japanese housewife, I think you need to solve this problem yourself," he said in the most casual tone.

Hearing footsteps, Damian lowered Koikatsu's cloth, hiding the frozen MILF from any casual glance and leaving her alone with his hard white cock, leaving the choice up to her. Leave or continue.

Panchira returned, with a towel and a fresh pair of chopsticks in hand, but paused when she noticed her mother's absence. The table, a traditional kotatsu, obscured Meushi's kneeling form and Damian's exposed manhood from the young woman's view.

Puzzled, Panchira inquired, "Where did Okaa-san go? I thought she wouldn't leave our dear guest alone."

Damian maintained his composure when something warm and wet touched the tip of his penis. He recognized the MILF's choice from the way his penis began to receive Japanese caresses.

"Your mother stepped away for a moment to attend to a small matter downstairs. Nothing to worry about." Damian's hands rested on the table, while the MILF's head, under the koikatsu, slowly moved over his penis with her tongue and lips. Meushi worshiped the penis of the foreign guest, a gaijin, as expected of a good, diligent Japanese housewife.

Meanwhile, nervously fidgeting with the chopsticks and towel, the slightly swollen, bold girl took a step closer, her cheeks flushed, as she began to clean up the fallen sushi on the table. She moved quite close to Damian and cast him attentive glances.

She didn't have her mother's enormous breasts, but her perky nipples definitely stood out against her thin white shirt, and her position as she wiped the table was definitely an attempt at seduction, with her short skirt flaunting her long legs.

Panchira continued cleaning, oblivious to the debauchery unfolding beneath the kotatsu. Meushi decided to seize the opportunity to the fullest.

The Japanese milf wrapped her lush and soft lips around Damian's thick cock, engulfing him in the wet heat of her mouth. Slowly, carefully, and quietly, she made love to his chopstick.

Meanwhile, emboldened by her mother's temporary absence and having finished cleaning, Panchira mustered her courage and remained seductively sitting on the kotatsu, portraying an uncertain and inexperienced, yet lustful and graceful young cat.

She leaned close to Damian, her soft lips brushing against his cheek in an innocent cautious and quick kiss. However, as she quickly pulled back, as if being burned. Panchira was unsure of her actions.

"Oka-saan always said I should practice my kissing so I don't embarrass myself later," the nubile girl murmured, her delicate hand coming to rest high on Damian's chest. "Perhaps you could give me some pointers, Griferson-sama?"

Damian's hand gently tucked Panchirane's loose hair behind her ear. This slightly romantic gesture immediately brought a fresh blush to the girl's face.

Meanwhile, the girl's mother stifled her gasps, determined to maintain the illusion of privacy for her daughters above, trying to take the white cock deeper into her mouth, causing her panties to wet and her heart to beat faster.

Damian drew her close, "Of course, I can teach you a few tricks." His lips brushed against hers lightly, teasingly, until their lips met in a rather innocent kiss.

Second bird was ready to knock out on a white meat stone.

Moments later, after she pulled back, Damian whispered encouragingly, "Not bad for a first timer."

Meushi's mind was washed with conflicting emotions as she heard—but couldn't see—her daughter's first kisses and the foreigner's "lessons." This conversation, her daughter's initiative, and the foreigner's impudence were no reason for her to interrupt her work on his first-class cock.

Meushi didn't see the kiss, but she felt the man's body react to it. Her daughter's kiss made the boy's penis twitch, and Meushi felt it very closely, burning the event into her memory.

For Panchira, this was an important milestone in her life, and her mother was there to help, even if her dear daughter didn't know she was there. On the contrary, it only aroused Meushi more. What mother doesn't want to help her daughter at an important moment? She wanted to listen, see, teach, and encourage.

Meushi experienced intense pleasure, lust, and love, with a strange sense of pride and longing.

As Panchira kissed Damian, Meushi listened from below the table, her ears burning with a mixture of envy and pride. She remembered her own first kiss, under the cherry blossoms with a Japanese man, years ago, when she was young, inexperienced, and foolish.

But here was her daughter, experiencing that same rush of excitement and fear, but with a foreigner—a white man. Meushi felt a pang of jealousy; if she had been wiser and braver, an ordinary Japanese man wouldn't have taken her first kiss. But these dreams and jealousy were insignificant compared to the suppression of the maternal pride bubbling within her.

A perverse thrill coursed through her veins as she heard Damian continue instructing Panchira in her first oral caresses.

As Meushi heard the soft smacking sounds of Panchira's inexperienced kisses, it unleashed a wild storm of excitement within her. She redoubled her efforts, her mouth working diligently on Damian's member as she listened attentively to the sounds of their daughter's practice kisses.

Two birds with one stone.