Ichiro Steps up

"My turn," Ichiro said, stepping into the void between her legs left by his older brother.

Emi felt Akira's cum leaking out of her pussy as Ichiro began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit. She felt a strange feeling knowing that her youngest son was lubricating himself with her oldest son's cum, and it tingled something deeply hidden in her mind. Ichiro didn't flinch or balk at the idea that his cock was being covered another man's cum, and she wondered if it was because done this kind of thing before. Or maybe it just played into the fantasy he had of her being a slut for other men.

Despite having just had his brother inside her, Ichiro's cock still managed to stretch her with his girth, though she noticed that he didn't quite reach the length that his brother had when he was completely inside her. It was a different feeling, touching different places than his older brother, but no less pleasurable.

"How does my cock feel?" Ichiro asked. "You like it?"

"It feels good," she moaned in response.

Ichiro thrust hard into her. Hard, but not fast. He clearly knew the difference between fast and hard, and she was glad that all the women at the gym had trained her youngest son properly. As he slammed his cock into her again and again, she felt his engorged head hitting her g-spot with each powerful thrust, and each time he did, she felt an orgasm building.

"You love that," Ichiro asked, "don't you, slut?"

"Yes," Emi admitted shakily, her eyes coming up to meet her son's.

Pressing down on her chest, he pinned her powerfully to the desk. She saw his muscles ripple under his skin and gave in to his power. He picked up pace, driving that orgasm into her body as he controlled her. She bucked and twitched as her body reacted to the feeling, but as he kept her there, she could do nothing but scream out into the empty library as her son pushed her over the edge. As her mouth opened wide in the scream, Ichiro's hand moved from her chest and grabbed ahold of her jaw, his fingers in her mouth.

Her youngest son pounded into her fast now, moving his body to dig deep into her. She felt her lower back raise up and he **** her upper back into the desk over and over again. The wet sounds of her pussy accentuated each thrust, and she knew that she had become more wet because of her son's forceful control over her.

"Ichi-" Emi mumbled as her orgasm reached its highest peak.

"Take it!" Ichiro replied, ramming himself deeply into her.