I stay, make Hina look a little more like mom.

I side eye mom as she vanishes into the kitchen, no doubt to go make snacks for her friends. Hina is rather hot for a mature bimbo, but maybe the person that is claiming to be dad is onto something.

Whipping out my phone I wince a bit it seems that small change I did to mom knocked my battery down to 40%. I play around with the sliders long enough for Hina to resume ravaging herself with the dildo, all while moaning my name.

Like with mom once I hit submit the change is sudden, one moment she's on the floor legs spread and the next I find a porcelain skinned woman kneeling next to the chair. Her dark brunette hair done in a low bun, two strands of silky hair framing her face.

Instantly my eyes are glued onto the nearly prodigious amount of cleavage barely revealed by a deep V of her pink kimono.

"Master John... If my breasts are to saggy for your liking. Then I will not hesitate to get Yumi." Hina's soft voice doesn't waver even as my phone clatters to the floor. The kimono seems to .

"No...No... You're gorgeous." I stammer wincing at my misspeak instead of "hot", but Hina doesn't seem to mind. In fact she seems to straighten up before patting the chair.

Phone forgotten I sit down, ready to get a usual blowjob. I start to unzip only for Hina to gently tap my hand with her delicate soft fingers, "Master, allow Hina to do the work."

Her breasts press against my knees while with a single hand she unzips, freeing my cock to bound up, just barely missing her black half moon glasses by a breadth. The entire time her flawless face remaining a perfect mask even as she leans over and places a kiss upon my tip, leaving behind the same shade of pink of her clothes.

My hips thrust involuntary threatening to **** my way into Hina's plump pouty lips, yet with a grace I didn't expect she keeps my cock from her mouth.

"Now, now Master you know that my mouth is not to be used just yet." Hina chides in the same soft tone she's maintained.

"Y-yeah..." I murmur trying not to sound confused even as she rises up. Her kimono flowing to the ground revealing the small rosy pink nipples that had been barely hidden by the kimono. Her J cups sag a mild amount before she lifts them up with a single arm, setting them upon my knee before leaning forward.

"Master..." She whispers, eyes practically sparkling behind her glasses before she slides forward fully enveloping my cocks, "Please enjoy Hina as much as you did Yumi."

My hips thrust sending a ripple through her bosom, her hands pressing them together.

Plaplap, echoes through the living room, for a moment everything fades away accept thrusting into Hina's soft valley.

"Master," Hina purrs the first sign of emotions as I give a particularly forceful thrust, "Thank you for using Hina."

All I can do is mumble something over my gasps, my pre coating her cleavage as a smile smile parts her pouty lips.

I'm sure there's no way mom can't hear my gasps or the wet plaping of my thrusts.

In record time I feel myself growing close, feeling uncharacteristically generous I let out a gasp of, "H-Hina...I'm."

"M-Master John, please mark me as your toy." Hina moans her eyes sparkling as with a final determination, she squeezes her bosom tight around my cock not allowing it to burst free and forcing me to coat her valley with a large sticky load.

Only once she is sure that she will not spill any she slides back before spreading her breasts just enough for me to see the web of cum stuck between them. With a final gentle "thank you" she slides backwards, keeping a arm firmly underneath her .

I'm still trying to catch my breath as she glides away after retrieving her kimono, giving me a full view of her large shapely ass and thick thighs, she certainly doesn't hold a candle to mom in quantity of curves, but she certainly does remains thin in all the right places.

When the doorbell rings I nearly jump out of my skin, half expecting to find another strange bimbo with a package I make my way after pulling my pants up. Instead I find mom's older friend.

It seems like dad has a type for older women, much like mom DiDi was given a voluptuous body packed with curves, in fact she's almost a carbon copy for mom, albeit her ebony colored aerola and nipples are far puffier than mom and her breasts have a slight more sag to them. Much like mom her original personality didn't survive her encounter with dad.

"*Oink* Di greet master!" The once confident ebony bimbo snorts quickly burying her face in my crotch.

I grip the pair of pigtail dreads by their pig shaped scrunchies trying to pull the masochist bimbo off of my crotch, a pink nose hook obviously visible against her dark brown skin.

"*Giggle* John did you open the door for Di again?" Mom giggles coming down the stairs, a fidgeting Yumi being dragged down wearing a skin tight mini skirt and a tube top made to look like a maid's uniform, both of which seem about Mari's size, "You know how Di gets around men. Di come. DI COME!"

"*Oink* Mistress!" Di squeals forgetting me for a moment as she crawls towards mom, the only "clothes" she seems to be wearing is a pair of high heels with the tips made to look pig toes and crotch less panties with a pig tail like adornment on the back. A fresh coating of cum seems to have smeared a few dozen hashmarks upon her jiggling bubble but.